being the only one patrick hockstetter ‘tolerated’ besides henry bowers , you were stuck in a tent with him. the school had conducted a camping trip a few hours from derry for the 9th graders and unfortunately being apart of the bowers gang, you all went.

you had just set up yours and patricks since he was in a mood due to the fact you wouldn’t let him near the mallet — or lighters — or anything dangerous at that.

that took around 10 minutes and once you were sorted , everyone gathered around the campfire to chill for the rest of the night.

henry came over, snickering and whispering about how he ‘accidentally’ tripped some kid over which got a small giggle out of you. you all set up the fold out camping chairs and sat down.

“can i light it ?”

patrick asked , eyeing the unlit pile of logs.