Richie, Beverly, and Bill walked out of Derry Highschool together. It had been a long and stressful day at school. With three tests, the teachers were worse than usual. And of course, Henry Bowers was in a rotten mood and decided to torment them all day. He did it every day but with everything else on top of that, it was almost unbearable today.

None of them wanted to go home, so instead, they all went to The Kissing Bridge. There they talked and joked around and, of course, Richie made at least a hundred 'your mom' jokes. Eventually, just talking wasn't helping a whole lot. They all got bored. But still, none of them wanted to go home. That was even more boring.

Beverly pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She put one in her mouth and tossed the other two to Bill and Richie. They all leaned in, cigarette in mouth, and Bev lit them all at the same time. They all took a long drag. The first one always felt the best. They held it for a while, and let go in unison, letting smoke spill out of their mouths. They all laughed and continued their talking.
They talked for a while and eventually finished their cigarettes. Richie going for another one. They stayed there on the bridge, people passing them occasionally. They talked and talked for a long time. Richie telling them about how he had beat five people in a row at Street Fighter the other day. And Bev telling them that her aunt was going to take her to see some concert. And Bill telling them that he had convinced his parents to take him to London over the summer, which was coming up.

After about two hours of just talking and smoking, Bill's parents texted saying they needed him to come home. He put out his cigarette and they said their farewells. With Bill gone their little Smoking Trio had been cut to a duo.

Richie and Bev decided to move their party to the park. They sat on the bench together, Richie laying in Bev's lap. Bev had finally ditched her cigarette, leaving Richie the only one smoking. Although, Bev would occasionally snatch it out of his hand and take a few drags. They talked and laughed at dumb little kids who were on the playground.

Almost two more hours had passed before they both got tired. Richie finally put out his cigarette on the bench and they walked off, receiving some dirty looks from moms who were there with their kids. Bev went home to her aunt and Richie home to his house (which ended up empty again). They decided to make this a regular thing. Every Wednesday after school, or on weekends when they had nothing to do, they would go to The Kissing Bridge or the Park or anywhere that seemed like a good place, and they'd just talk and smoke and enjoy each others' company.

The End

(guess what? I still can't write endings)