"Hey! Love birds! Stop making out over there and get over here!" Dustin yelled at Bev and Bill, who rolled their eyes but swam their way back over to everyone, who were sitting on towels in the dirt. It's dark out, probably about 8 or 9.

"It's story time!" Max added. They got out of the water holding hands and Bill laid out a towel on the ground and they sat on it, sharing another one.

"I have a question." Richie said, a little while later, when Ben finished telling a story about something he and Mike had done.

"Oh God." Stan rolled his eyes.

"No, no, it's a serious question."

"What?"

"What kind of drunk are you guys?" He asked, dead serious. Everyone stared at him. "Like are you a happy drunk, sappy, crybaby, mean, or something?"

"Well Dustin acts like he's the fucking hulk when he's drunk so sometimes, drunk Mike will handcuff him and he'll try to break them but it doesn't work." Lucas said, causing a few to snicker.

"Mike passed out one time and left me in the cuffs until the next day. I felt like I was in jail." Max said. He snorted.

"Why did I even put them on you?"

"I wouldn't stop playing with your hair and you got annoyed." She replied. He made a face.

"I'm a giggly bitch most of the time." Will said.

"Same. And clingy." El added and Mike snorted.

"Mike is wild." Lucas said.

"No I'm not!" Mike pushed him jokingly.

"I beg to differ." El rolled her eyes. "He climbed the roof of Steve's house one time and jumped into the pool. Or at least tried to."

"He didn't make it to the pool. I remember that shit." Bev said, grinning.

"Steve, being the good mom he is, took Mike to the hospital because he broke his wrist." Mike was silently dying in El's shoulder.

"This is honestly so creepy." Mike H said, and everyone looked at him.

"What is, Mikey Mike?" Richie asked.

"You two even laugh the same, I swear." He said. "That silent laugh when something's really funny." Mike and Richie snorted. "And the snorting."

"Hey, remember the last time Richie got drunk?" Ben asked. Richie looked at him, an eyebrow raised. "He was so shitfaced, it's ridiculous."

"Oh, do tell, Haystack." Richie put his chin in his hand, mocking interest.

"We were what, 19?" Mike H asked. Ben nodded. "Ben was home on a break, so we decided to get drunk."

"I got it from Maggie's stash I think." Richie said, rolling his eyes at the name.

"Maggie?" Lucas asked.

"My mom." He mumbled back.

"Oh."

"Yeah, we got drunk off our asses. It was a couple bottles of cheap liquor, and Richie got so drunk he started crying because he wanted spaghetti." Ben giggled a little at that.

"I don't remember that?" It came out like a question. Ben held up a finger and continued.

"So, we were at my house, and my mom had made spaghetti the night before, so I went and got him some, but he just pushed it away and continued crying."

"Guess what he was talking about?" Mike H said, grinning. "Or who, actually." Eddie bit his lip to keep from smiling and Richie started laughing.

"He wanted Eddie, didn't he?" Bev asked, a smile forming on her face. The two nodded.

"What does Eddie have to do with spaghetti?" El asked, confused.

"It rhymes." Richie said. "He's my little Eddie Spaghetti."

"I hate that worse than Eds, asshole. Stop calling me that!" Richie just hugged him.

"Nah, you love it."

"Okay, that's actually cute." Max said, and looked at Lucas. "Why don't you call me names that rhyme with my name?"

"What do you want do be called? Max Wax or something?" She smacked him on the arm and rolled her eyes.

"Wait, who's Steve?" Stan asked, remembering his name.

"Our mom."

"Shut up, Dustin." Mike rolled his eyes. "You want the whole story or a short version?"

"Either or." The Losers shrugged.

"He used to date my older sister, Nancy, when we were thirteen." He started.

"Is she hot-? Ow! It was a joke, Eds, a joke!"

"Don't call me Eds!"

"Anyways, he and Dustin basically became best friends or something after they broke up, and since then he would haul us around in his car or do random shit for us."

"So he's our mom."

"Why are you like this, Dustin? Honestly." Max rolled her eyes and he snickered.

"Speaking of Nancy, when is she and Jonathan bringing Lily over?" Bev asked.

"You only use me for my niece, don't you Bev?" Mike joked. "Uh, I think they're coming back on Saturday?" He looked at El for confirmation and she nodded.

"Where'd they go, anyway?" Lucas asked.

"They went on a trip or something." Mike shrugged. "Wanted to show Lily something other than Hawkins even though she's not even three yet." He rolled his eyes at that and El giggled.

"Whomst is Jonathan?" Richie asked.

"Whomst isn't a word, Richie." He just ignored Ben and looked at Mike for an explanation.

"My older brother." Will replied.

"So you two are like, related now?" Bill asked, and Mike and Will nodded.

They continued telling stories, usually from high school, for a while and it got quiet, the only sound being the rustling leaves in the wind.

"This silence is making my ears ring." Mike H said after a few minutes.

"Well, Richie and Eddie are sucking face, so that's why Richie's quiet." Stan said, resulting in the two to flip him off but pull away from each other.

"Did you bring your guitar?" Ben asked Richie.

"Psh, you know I did." He got up, almost falling on his face. "Eddie, are my glasses in the car?" He asked. Eddie got up with him.

"Yeah, I'll grab them for you."

"I'm a big boy, I can get 'em."

"Yeah, you can't see two feet in front of you Chee." Richie snorted but followed Eddie while the others laughed at them. Richie got his guitar out of the trunk while Eddie got his glasses for him. He shut the door and handed the glasses to Richie, who put them on.

"Hot damn, it feels good to be able to see again!" He exclaimed loudly, throwing an arm around Eddie and walking back towards the group, who laughed. Richie plopped down on he and Eddie's towel and Eddie sat next to him. "Alright, get a good look at me in glasses 'cause it's only for tonight." He muttered, looking at his guitar.

"Why?" El asked. He raised an eyebrow and looked at her.

"Why what?"

"Why don't you wear them?"

"I look like a fuckin' alien or somethin'. I hate 'em."

"No you don't!" Eddie smacked him lightly.

"They look good on you." Max said. "Like, they...fit you? I guess you could sat it like that." He looked at her and pushed them up higher on his nose. "Wait, no, they suit you! That's the right word." Will snorted and she glared at him.

"Yeah dude, they suit you like Dustin's hat suits him." Bev said. "It's weird seeing either of you without them. I've always loved your glasses, and I hate his hat but...What are you gonna do?"

"Hey!" Dustin glared at her and she laughed. Richie snorted.

"I don't know, I might wear 'em." He shrugged.

"I'll flush his contacts down the toilet while he's sleeping." Eddie said, seriously. Richie looked at him.

"I wish you would, Kaspbrak. Those are expensive as hell."

"Oooh, last name. It's getting feisty." Dustin joked and Richie flipped him off.

"I'd pay you back." Eddie grinned at him. Richie rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't actually do that, Chee."

"He's too chicken shit." Mike H piped up.

"Fuck you Mike!" Eddie threw a rock at him but missed, causing Richie to laugh.

"If you were to get rid of my contacts I'd get rid of your fanny packs." Eddie rolled his eyes and thumped him on the back of the head and Richie laughed.

"Fanny packs? Plural?" Mike asked. Eddie nodded. "Okay then."

"Got a problem with that?" Richie asked. Mike put his hands up.

"No! No, there's nothing wrong with that." Lucas snickered and Mike flipped him off.

"I used to get bullied for it, in middle school and high school." Eddie told him.

"Richie would beat their ass usually." Mike H continued.

"Damn right, only I'm allowed to make fun of my Eddie Spaghetti."

"I hate you."

"You love me."

Everyone fell quiet as Richie started playing his guitar, finally, and just listened for a few minutes. Richie was unusually quiet, in the week they had all been together in Derry, any time he played guitar he would sing.

"Hey Mike?"

"Hm?"

"Which one?" Ben asked.

"Wheeler."

"Oh, what?"

"When's your birthday?"

"Uh, March seventh."

"Year?"

"1971. Uh, were you...?"

"Yeah." He fell silent again, and Eddie saw that he had his thinking face on.

"Are you sure you didn't have a twin or something, Mike? I mean, you have the same fucking birthday." Max said.

"I-I mean it's possible, I guess? We could have like, both gotten adopted or something. Separated at birth."

"Nah, you look to much like Nancy and your parents." Will said.

"Remember when Steve thought you were Nancy? Billy had just beat his ass and Max was driving. It was hilarious."

"Idiot." Lucas thumped him on the back of the head while the Losers looked at them weird.

"I look nothing like those deadbeats." Richie said, absentmindedly strumming the guitar. "Both got blue eyes, I got brown. Straight hair, mine's curly. I'm tall as fuck compared to both of them. They have darker skin, I'm a fuckin' vampire." There were a few chuckles from that. "I'm capable of feelings...Sometimes."

"You're a fuckin' sap, shut up." Eddie rolled his eyes and Richie grinned at him.

"I'm gonna talk to my mom tomorrow. Think your dad will let me off the hook if I go there instead of work in the morning?" He asked, nudging El. She rolled her eyes.

"I'll talk to him." She said. "He'll be fine with it though, he loves you." Mike snorted at that. "What? He does?" He just grinned at her and she rolled her eyes again.

"If you and Eddie keep rolling your eyes like that, they're gonna fall out." Stan said, and they both flipped him off, causing Mike and Richie to laugh.

"What if you are twins?" Bill asked.

"Well, Billiam, if we are twins, then we'll be brothers. I mean, even if we're not I'ma call him my twin anyway."