Hello everyone. First of all, thank you to GordiesGirl7 for reviewing. It's because of you that I am updating right now. And to answer your question, yes, it is a possibility that I will add a girl into the story.

Also, if anyone has any suggestions for me on how to continue the story, feel free to tell me. Thanks.

James' P.O.V

We had just arrived in Castle Rock, a town with a familiar name to me because of my father. It was all how he had described it as too. My father, Teddy Duchamp was born here in 1947, growing up along with his 3 best friends he told me stories about. Vern he talked about the most, a kid that seemed to fear everything. He had been made fun of and babied a lot. There was also Gordie, the writer, the genius, the shy, skinny, dark-haired kid. His older brother had died when he was twelve and it completely changed him.

Lastly, there was Chris, who seemed to tie the whole friendship together. I heard that he was the leader, the peacekeeper, the tough guy, the best friend, the one with the caring heart. I almost didn't want to believe it at first because he had so many different traits packed into him.

"Dad, this place is stuck in the 60's," my older brother Peter said when we entered the small town.

It was true. The houses were old and the streets weren't much better. We passed old trucks, old street signs, old bars, old everything. I felt like I had just been transported back in time.

The moving van was behind our rental car and I suddenly felt exposed and uncomfortable coming through the town.

"Population 800," Peter read aloud as we passed the sign.

My dad was driving the car and looked at my brother as he said that, "When I lived here there were about 300 more people. They must all be leaving."

"Yeah, I can see why," I mumbled.

I could barely imagine even living there if it had been the 50's and 60's. But now everything was out of date. I already didn't like it.

Kevin's P.O.V

I was half asleep when we came into town. My head bobbed up and down as the car drove over the gravel road.

"We're here," my mother said enthusiastically.

I lifted my head to look around. Hills engulfed the town on every side, making it look like a bowl filled with houses.

It was, to be honest, quite a beautiful little town. It was quiet, not surrounded by the city and loud cars and bright lights.

The only noise I could hear were animal noises coming from the bushes and the trees.

The air was different, not like it had been in Berlin. The air was more open and filled with natural scents.

As we drove slowly into the town, I looked all around me. There was no doubt that it was old and hadn't been updated much since the 60's. But I didn't mind it at all.

Gordie's P.O.V

Dad hadn't even told me what house we would be moving into. I figured it wouldn't be the house he had grown up in as a kid, because I knew he had terrible memories at that place. But it wasn't only that. My dad had told me many times that the house could barely even be called a house. It was more like a shack.

The town looked exactly like he had described it to me. In his stories he always told me details about how it looked and the atmosphere of everything. I also was told a lot about his friends, especially Gordie. I knew a lot about Gordie. He was the kid I was named after, so I was particularly interested in learning about him.

"Hey, do you think the tree house is still there?" I asked enthusiastically.

"Could be," my dad answered. But I could tell he highly doubted it.

The town was quiet. It was some time in the evening, at a point between darkness and daylight.

Each house stood out amongst the others. Many of them were big and old. I could see the paint peeling off each one.

It was really silent in the town and it felt deserted.

Every house and block we passed, the farther away from Castle Rock I felt. From hearing my father's stories, I had always pictured the town as being absolutely tiny, with only a few shops in the downtown area. But now that I was actually living it, it seemed much bigger. House after house on multiple streets lined up through the area. The yards were big as well, with plenty of space for the small children to play.

"Dad, are we almost there?" I asked him, unsure of where he was going.

"Yeah Gord-o. Just a few more blocks."

By now I felt sure that we were almost on the border of town. The houses were started to become fewer and fewer and I now realized we were ascending slightly up hill. The trees and bushes became denser.

Everything seemed to have disappeared.

And suddenly we were at the top of a hill, overlooking all of Castle Rock. I could see every inch of it, and now I also noticed the odd bowl shape it made.

I stared at the land in awe and amazement for a few moments until I remembered something from one of my dad's stories.

"…The douche bags from up on the View."

The View. It rang through my mind over and over, bouncing back and forth.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Are we moving onto the View?"