it was 1989 in derry, maine, the losers club were in their hideout, it was summer and school was out.

bill and stanley were talking, ben was fixing some things in the hideout, beverly was watching him, mike was swinging on the swing and richie was being his usual like, eddie glared at him.

Eddie: god richie, why can’t you think before you speak you dumbass?!

richie smirked and ruffled eddie’s hair.

Richie: cmon eds, don’t be like that, you know you like it!

eddie shoved his hand away.

Eddie: don’t call me eds and no i don’t like it!

richie just laughed before noticing a dirty stick on the floor, he smirked like a damm devil and picked it up and looked at eddie.

eddie noticed and backed away.

Eddie: don’t you dare-

richie laughed again as he threw the stick in eddie’s direction, eddie, being the huge germaphobe he is, let out a high-pitched shriek and jumped backwards while flailing his arms around.

Eddie: you little shit! that has fucking germs, i could’ve gotten an infection or worse!

eddie yelled out while glaring angrily at richie, the other kids heard eddie’s shriek and turned to look at the two.

stanley stared very confused at them.

Stanley: you have a girly scream, eddie.

stanley said bluntly.