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Props to whoever can guess the "book" that Nora is reading. It's a show but I styled it as a book, especially since it'll come up again later.

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(Nora's P.O.V)

Richard and I had returned home to pack what we wanted to take to the Quarry. He ran to his room and slipped on some trunks but decided against it.

"You really should take them!", I yelled after hearing himself mumble whether he should or should not. Again, that girls take forever bullshit...

"Now who's the pervert?", he yelled, slamming his closet door.

I rolled my eyes after I raided my suitcases and under the cot in the guest room that was previously Aunt Maggie's sewing room. How stupid I was not to have brung a swimsuit! Grabbing my red backpack, I filled it with a black T-shirt, a pair of old overalls, panties, and settled on just swimming in my black shorts and checkered shirt. Shoes wouldn't be necessary.

After stubbing my toes on the dresser, I looked on top and saw one of the other few items I had taken from home, my favorite book in the world. Picking it up and examining the nearly tattered cover, (the girl on the front looked so determined and fierce), I figured I take it as well as I stuffed it into my bag. Reading it for the 14th time didn't seem ridiculous to me, considering I was already on chapter 4. It was just so addicting!

"Ready?"

"I'm coming!", yelled Richard. There was a loud bump. He probably tripped over all the shit he kept in his room again. He's more clumsy than I am.

Maybe I should invite Mike. No, he has a job. He wouldn't want to waste a days pay. Besides, I didn't know his number, and the only phone book in the house was in Uncle Went's study. No way in Hell I'm going in there. Everything was so neat, imagine if just one little thing was out of place. Granted, I've never heard Uncle Went yell... no, couldn't risk it. If he could yell as loud as my dad does, that'd be a record. My father once made me sit in a corner for three hours when I had accidentally kicked a rock at his car.

This memory left my thoughts when I heard Richard yelling at me to hurry up; he had already gone outside. I slung my pack behind me and ran after him.

(Normal P.O.V)

It was a little chilly when Richie and Nora arrived at the top of the Quarry; Bill was looking over the peak to see if anyone else was there, (there wasn't), Eddie, Stan and Ben had already stripped down to their underwear and nothing else.

"Oh God!", exclaimed Nora. Sure, she had seen boys in their swim trunks before, but never had she seen them in just their underwear; they may as well have been naked, their dicks were visible. At least the little bulge anyway...

Richie quickly took off his clothes and ran behind Nora, smacking the back of her head. "Get used to it, Nor!" He proceeded to run to the rest of the group. As she rubbed the spot he hit, Nora joined the boys on the edge of the small "cliff" that wasn't too far from the water. But just far enough that if you jumped the wrong way, you'd break your neck on impact.

Nora, (deciding it was best to stay fully clothed), looked to her left, nudging the wheezing boy. "Wow Ed. I'm surprised you're even doing this."

His expression changed from excited to questionable. "It's not like I'm going to die from swimming in this. Besides, this waters been tested, and I have done this before."

Laughter. "Yeah, only because Richie pushed you in the first time", said Stan. "Hey! We counted to ten, but you still wouldn't go. Pushing you in was the only solution."

"Yeah, I didn't know you could scream that loud, Eddie. You sounded like a girl!", joked Richie.

Eddie flipped them both off.

"I t-think B-ben will make the b-b-biggest splash. N-no offense...", said Bill, smirking. Ben simply shrugged it off. He still had the bandage on his stomach.

"Whatever. I always ranked champ at this back in my old town. Just, never this high."

"Hey! Watch this!", said Richie. He hocked a loogie, spitting it over the edge. The boys laughed, Nora smirked, taking a second look as Stan spat his wad, then Bill. Out of all the boys, Stan seemed the only one who being nearly naked was just right. Even a few steps away from him she could see the small chest hairs growing on him. She bit her lip as she stared at his eyes.

"That was terrible! I win!", announced Richie.

"Gross!", shrieked Nora as soon as she realized Eddie's spit didn't go quite as far as he wanted it to. A little of it ended up on Nora's bare feet. She tried scraping it off. It didn't work.

"Come on! It's only spit!", yelled Ben.

"Still gross", muttered Nora. But even she couldn't help but laugh and blush all at once.

"Enough of this here stalling!", yelled Richie. "Who's first?"

The six kids stared down. It was quite the jump.

"I thought you said you did this before?", asked Nora, staring down at Eddie.

"Just like how I said some of us were pushed!", he said, glaring at Richie who smiled.

A few minutes of silence went by as they were debating who the brave soul was going to do it. But the time they did, it would be nightfall.

There was rustling behind them. "I'll go!"

They turned around. It was Beverly Marsh, unbuttoning her dress. She flung the clothing onto her bike; both her bra and underwear made her look much more feminine than she had the other day. "Sissies!", she yelled as she ran towards the group. They parted leaving her room to jump. In a swift motion she leaped from the edge and into the water below.

"What the fuck?!", yelled Richie.

She splashed.

"Show off", said Nora, staring distastefully at Beverly from above. It had appeared she and the rest of the kids in Derry were right about the redhead. She was a slut; stripping down to your bra and panties like it was nothing in front of six boys was pretty skanky.

"Do we have to do that now?", asked Stan.

"Yeah! She out ball'd us!", shouted Eddie.

"Come on!", yelled Beverly. She cut her hair, but it had still gotten in her face. She dove under and came up just so her hair could get out of her eyes.

And just like that, the six remaining went one by one into the refreshing water that saved them from the heat of summer.

From playing chicken to splashing each other to just floating on their backs, the kids couldn't have wished for a more perfect day. The only thing that would ruin it would be Bowers showing up. Or worse, their parents. But knowing that was avertible, they had the time of their lives.

"The fuck!", Eddie stated as they played another game of chicken. He did his best to steady himself on Nora's shoulders as Richie tried to throw him off. Richie won.

After Ben had tossed Richie backwards off his shoulders, he noticed Bill and Beverly a little away from the others, just wading. Nora saw them as well. She figured there was something going on between them. From the way Bill acted around her yesterday and by the way he looked at Beverly. He must like her. A slut like her shouldn't be leading on a nice guy like Bill. He didn't deserve it.

Indeed, Nora didn't like him that way, but she knew he needed someone worthy. She swam towards the others. "Hey, what do you guys think of her?"

They shut up and looked at the ginger talking to Bill.

Eddie shrugged. "I don't know. Okay I guess. She barely talked to us though."

They did their best to keep their heads above the water.

"She did help us out. Doesn't seem the kind of person Greta Keane made her out to be", said Stan.

Looking on, Richie splashed some water towards his cousin. "Geez Nor, I didn't picture you as a slut shamer."

Nora rolled her eyes. "Come on, Richard. Everyone says she is, I'm not any different. Even if she's not there is still something weird about her. But I choose the latter. She shouldn't be toying with Bill. He's too nice to be fucked with."

Stan looked put out. He felt a twinge of jealously. But why? Why would he feel jealous? Bill was one of his best friends. And Nora, well, she was Richie's cousin. Staring at her, he never realized just how pretty she actually became. He had always known her as kind of a weird little girl who wouldn't leave him alone whenever she was in town. Now it was him who was staring at her eyes. He smiled.

"I don't think she's a you know what", piped up Ben. "She's too nice."

"Benny, the adults are talking. Run along and play", said Richie in a British accent.

Everyone laughed.

Two hours later and everyone had gotten out of the lake, gathered their belonging from their bikes and sat on some of the smoother rocks near the water. Thanks to Eddie, who brought towels to lay on, the group quickly laid them out and rested on them until the sun dried off their soaked bodies.

Nora didn't care that her clothes were soaking wet still. She had a great day for once. As she unzipped her backpack she enjoyed the sensation of her legs dangling in the water. Pulling her book out, she pulled the paper she used as a bookmark, sat it down and began to read the beginning of the fourth chapter: The Body.

"The Earth must have given way", suggested Officer Hopper as he tried to comfort the frantic mother. Little did he know she had just suffered through her own traumatic experience in her home just a few minutes ago. But Ms. Byers couldn't believe it. "Joyce? Joyce? Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"No. Whoever you found is not my boy. It's not Will", said Ms. Byers. She refused to believe it as she eyed Jonathan out of the corner of her eye.

The teenager wasn't sure what to believe any-"

"Hey."

Nora looked up to see Beverly sitting next to her. She continued to look at her as she remained silent. She placed the bookmark back inside her book and closed it.

"Whatcha reading?"

"A book", said Nora sarcastically. Hoping to God her tone of voice would give a hint.

Quite the opposite. Beverly chuckled and got comfortable, dipping her legs in as well. "God, even five hours of swimming can't get rid of her stench", thought Nora, rolling her eyes. But even she had to admit the redhead looked great; she just gave off an aura of confidence. This impression was gone the minute Beverly pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. She then exposed her pack of them and offered one to Nora. "Want one?"

Thinking for a moment, Nora mustered up the fakest smile she could and glared at the smoking slut. "No thanks. I want to keep myself... pure."

Beverly's smile faded, finally taking the hint.

Nora got up and went to go join the boys.