*gave Moxie a sense of a family in this one. Enjoy!

"So What ever did happen to the Losers club, you know, after last year?" I whispered, he thought about it for a few moments.

I️ has went to the library with Ben and Eddie. Ben had invited me and we saw Eddie on the way, something about his mom getting in his case.

"Well, for awhile it all seemed to go so bad." Eddie started out, I️ was confused, nothing seemed wrong. Besides, a demon clown hunting us, but yeah.

"What do you mean," I️ cocked am eyebrow, "you guys are the Losers."

"Yeah, but for a few months it was almost like we were strangers. We'd pass each other in the halls and maybe glance their way, but besides that we tried to act as if nothing happened and because of it we had nobody." Ben explained quietly, we were in a library after all.

"Yeah, we weren't the 'Losers Club' we were just 'Losers' as most would call us." Eddie carried on as e was looking at a book he picked off a shelf in the 'Fiction' center of the library.

I️ nodded and furrowed my brows, "Then you met my brother and I️?" I️ looked between the two boys.

"Yup," Ben started, "and we were all terrified of you, and still are." He confessed. He was working on his 'What I️ did this summer' essay, he typed on a type writer because everyone else had a actual computer. He asked the librarian for this and we all lugged it here. He was determined to graduate college, but he had to complete this essay before he could get out of high school.

"I️ know, Beverly was the only real one making an effort to try to talk to me. God, I️ love her. She's my true best friend." I️ admitted thinking to all of the talks we'd had admits the chaos. She was a warm, relaxing, vacation.

"Yeah, she sure is great, isn't she?" Ben asked dreamily. It made we think about that conversation with Richie, in multiple realities I️ could've ended up with any of these people or they would've ended up with someone from the group. Life is wild.

I️ think those times when I️ have those moments with my Losers are the times our realities line up. Maybe a different version of me is doing the same thing with that loser? The talk with Stan in the bikes, that other night with Richie, Bill giving me kisses, Eddie getting all flustered from me, Mike meeting me for the first time, Beverly in the tree, and now with Ben. Realities line up. Stars, planets, and moons align sometimes.

"Hey, I'll see you guys later," I️ said standing up and walking to wards the door, "I️ promised Mike I️ would see him today."

Eddie's head turned to me, "I️ don't know if that's a good idea, he might me busy."

I️ shrugged, "if he is then I'll leave." Then began walking out the door.

It took me awhile to get to the Hanlon Farm. I️ was hot and my jeans and black crop top wasn't providing and ventilation. All of my clothes were trying to suffocate me to seat and I️ think that's mad disrespectful.

Soon enough I️ got there, a house with a barn behind it a little ways. The lights were off and I️ didn't seem to see any lights off through the blinds, but I️ did hear sheep. So I️ hesitantly stalked back to the barn quietly, I️ remember Mike giving me specific instructions on how to act around the animals. Be quiet, don't move suddenly, and don't be scared because 'they won't hurt you'.

I️ could see an older man there, but no Mike. I️ leaned against the barn door and the sheep seemed to notice I️ was there, some began to crowd around me.

I️ knocked on the door three times but the man didn't look at me. He was wearing rugged clothes that seemed grungy and worn out. To anyone else it was disgusting, to me this could be a wicked fashion statement.

"Excuse me," I️ said loud enough for him to hear, he still didn't look at me but his head tired in my direction a bit so I️ knew he could hear me, "I'm here for Mike Hanlon?" I️ was nervous and my heart wasn't afraid, but intrigued by the elder gentleman.

"He ain't here, he went to go do some runs in town. He'll be back soon, though." He spoke and continued brushing the sheep. That'd be a lot of wool.

"Does it hurt?" I️ asked suddenly as I️ watched him tug the knots out of the white pillow that encased the animal.

"Does what hurt?" He asked looking at me finally and standing up from the stool he used to be crouched on.

"Doing that all day, do your ones ever get tired?" Such a stupid question, of course it does, Moxie, get it together.

He chuckled, his voice was deep and tired, he walked never to me and handed me the brush, "it hurts me when it hurts him, cause then he gets to fightin'." I️ looked at the brush and watched as the man walked away and into the house.

It was hot and the barn seemed humid and shady all at the same time. My hair was pulled back and I️ straightened out my shirt before crouching in the stool the man had once did.

I️ brushed the sheep, gently at first but that didn't seem to do anything so I️ got tougher as the knots got bigger. I️ looked to see that the man was only half way done. It had been a few minutes but he came back.

"Seem to be doin a pretty good job." He commented as he towered behind me. He talked to be about different topics and pulled a stool up, working on another sheep. It was about an hour until we took a break. He invited me inside to cool down a bit.

The house was smaller and cozy, something I️ had always been a fan of. I️ wasn't too big on huge houses like the one I️ lived in, it gave you too much pride and there's too many places serial killers, or demonic clowns in my case, could hide.

"You can work real good, I️ would mind having you around more often," he said before placing a glass of sweet tea in front of me, "Mike ought a keep you to himself." He commented. The man reminded me of the elders I️ had met once in an orphanage. He used to tell me stories about the most peculiar things.

"Yeah, he'd better, I️ enjoy his company a lot." I️ said right before a loud door shut as in came running in a very exhausted Mike.

"Sorry I'm late, grandpa, I️ had to wait at the deli so they could fix this stupid problem." He was so tired he hadn't even notice I️ was there until he was about to sit down.

"Aren't you going to say 'hi' to your friend Mike?" He older man said to his grandson.

"Moxie, Hey," he sat and his granddad placed another glass similar to mine in front of him, soon we were all at the kitchen table, "how long were you here?"

"She came a little while after you left." Mr. Hanlon clarified.

"I'm sorry, I️ didn't mean to make you wait that long, you must've been so bored here by yourself?" He downed the drink quick, soon getting up to replace it with ice water.

"Actually no, I️ helped Mr. Hanlon brush the sheep and we talked, he told me stories about...everything." I️ looked at the old man with a smile on my face, his had one similar.

It was a happy smile, one that seemed relieved or something that was laced with reminiscence. He seemed content with his surroundings.

"What's 'everything'?" He asked before setting the glass in the sink. And then as back down next to me.

I️ didn't know what to tell him, we talked about life in Derry and the past, we even spoke about Mike a bit. I️ suppose that what he wanted me to answer.

I️ smiled at my friend, he gave me a confused look before his grandfather spoke, "Micheal, after your break don't forget you gotta wash the animals," then looked at me, "you too."

"Yes sir." We both spoke.

If I️ could choose anyone to foster me I'd have two choices Bev's aunt or Mr. Hanlon.

"Moxie, He was just kidding, you don't have to." Mike said, trying to make me as comfortable as possible.

"Oh please, I'm coming here next Sunday and there's nothing you could do to stop me, buddy boy." I️ said poking his arm.

"What are we going to do with you?" He exasperated jokingly. Which made me smile.