the year is 1962, and you’re in your first year of highschool. you live in a town called derry, and in all honesty, some creepy things go on…

..nevermind that. you’re walking the halls during lunch, when that new boy, conan gray, bumps into you.

“o- oh, that’s just swell!”

he facepalms himself, starting to collect your things.

“i’m sorry. really, i am. god, it’s just like me to do this, isn’t it? the kids here call me klutzy conan*. i- i’m rambling again, aren’t i?”