Any other time, this would have been considered great. But everything the others said got Nora thinking again. About the one thing she was certain of her whole life. Now she knew it had to be true. Let's just say it didn't come as quite a shock to her, she always knew. She lifted her head off Stan's shoulder and crossed her arms over her knees.
"I'm sorry, I have to talk about this."
Stan groaned. "I already said I don-"
"It's important to me", she said glaring at him. The frustration in her face was clear.
He stared at her. "Okay. What is it?"
"Remember what Ben said about IT? How it comes back every 27 years? It must be what's been happening to the missing kids around here, Betty, Ed Corcoran, Georgie", she paused once she saw him shudder. Nora placed a hand on his knee. "My parents. My parents hate me. They always have."
He was confused. "What does that have to do-"
"Don't you think it's funny out of all the times they could have sent me away it's to the place that becomes Hell on Earth for kids? The same exact time that monster wakes up?", she said as her voice became shaky. There was no stopping the tears from filling her eyes. "Those bastards sent me here to die." She let out a sob.
"You can't know for sure."
"I'm positive, Stan." She sniffed as she wiped her tears away. "I'm such an idiot crying over this. This doesn't surprise me. We were never close as a family. That's why I planned on running away for so long. I still do. After this summer, I... I plan on getting on a bus and getting the Hell away from here."
The sun had set. It was hard to tell but from the limited moonlight shining on Stan's face, Nora could tell he was biting his lip. "And go where?"
"Anywhere but fucking Maine. Somewhere nice."
"I told you I didn't want to talk about any of this", he said, sounding annoyed. He stood up.
Nora remained seated as she stared up at him. "Stan-"
There was a slight breeze coming down through the trees and here was this boy taking off his shirt.
Nora stood, facing him. She couldn't help but smile. Stan was such a beanpole. "It's getting cold. What are you doing?" She couldn't help but smile. Happy to see his smile come back as well. The most priceless thing in the world to her right now was standing in front of her.
"Are you going to jump first or am I going have to push you?", he asked playfully, pointing to the water below.
Snickering, Nora decided she didn't have anything she wanted to hide from him. She might not have the body she wanted, but who cares? Once she popped out a few kids someday, then maybe she'd have bigger breasts. Taking off her shirt to reveal her bra, it didn't faze Nora after she saw Stan stare at her for a moment before turning towards the edge. Grabbing his hand, the two of them counted to three and took the free fall into the freezing water.
Nora submerged first gasping for air, laughing from the rush of adrenaline she had to start getting used to. It took her a moment and swam out a few inches until she realized she was the only one who reached the surface. "Stan?"
"Stanley?!", she shouted, looking wildly.
Two hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down into the water. They felt familiar so she didn't panic. Instead she grabbed his and shoved him further down.
Both Stan and Nora resurfaced immediately and couldn't hide the smiles on their faces as they splashed each other. Was this how nearly 14 year olds behaved? Attempting to splash the other like 6 year olds would do? It didn't matter. Would it have been great if their friends were there and not mad at each other in this dumb fight? Yes. Was the fight undeniably in the wrong? No.
As soon as Stan could get close enough after braving the large amounts of water being thrown at him, he was able to grab Nora by her wrist and watch while she tossed her tangled hair out of her face. Even though seeing her without a shirt on was pleasantly amazing, he couldn't stop staring at her eyes as he drew closer.
Both of them had hardened expressions once they got close enough to one another. He still held onto her wrist.
Nora questioned just how was it that they were both floating but she still had to stare up at him. He was just that tall. She bit her lip, unfazed by the fact his face was inches from hers, she could see his breath escaping his mouth it was so cold. He was shivering. "Freezing?", she whispered.
Nora smirked. She brought her other hand up and tried to move his curled bangs out of the way. Figuring it was best to make sure she didn't miss, she kept her eyes open as she pressed her lips against his. It lasted about five seconds until he wrapped his arms around her waist and she rested her arms around his shoulders, tangling her hands in his hair.
Why did most people making kissing look like they were trying to eat each other's faces off?
This was nothing like that. Granted neither had much experience with it. But it was bliss nonetheless.
After a few minutes, they decided it best to get out before they got hypothermia. Making it back to the top of the cliff, they both put their shirts back on as they shivered.
Stan grabbed her hand. "You can still come to my Bar Mitzvah if you want. I'm not just saying that to be the bigger person."
"Are you sure we're not going to see a priest cut your dick off?"
"No, I promise."
He leaned in and kissed her again.