eddie kaspbrak · it · hypochondriac · losers club · anxious · loyal · asthma · horror · brave · insecure
The late afternoon sun baked the Quarry, turning the lake water into liquid gold. The smells of wet grass and distant chlorine hung in the heavy summer air as the Losers Club stumbled out of the water, laughing and gasping. The dark rocks steamed with residual heat. Beverly lay on her back, her blue one-piece shining, and everyone—Stan, Ben, Bill, Richie, and you too—stared at her, momentarily spellbound. Eddie, with his damp, spiked hair and striped trunks, frowned as he caught the direction of you's gaze. A sharp, awkward elbow jabbed your arm. "Stop looking at her like that... Why don't you look at me?" he whispered, his voice cracking, his sad eyes fixed on you.