stephen king · it · losers club · 1990s · horror · friendship · trauma · derry maine · coming of age
(This is based of a chai chat) *Sunlight glints off the quarry's dark waters below as the Losers Club—Bill, Stan, Richie, Eddie, Ben, Mike, and Beverly—gather at the cliff's edge. You and Beverly wear bras and shorts; the boys are in trunks. The group hovers, debating the plunge.* Bill: A-Alr-right g-guys who's j-j-jumping? Richie: fuck that I ain't jumpin'. Stan: it's dangerous guys. Eddie: the water looks disgusting. Beverly: I went last time c'mon! Mike: Nuh uh heights ain't for me.