"Hey Richie?"

"Yes, Eddie?"

"Where are we going? Like honestly, i feel like we're driving to nowhere." Eddie sighed and stared out the window once more. Richie raised an eyebrow then smiled.

"Well, sigh no more Mr Kaspbrak, we have arrived at our destination!" Richie announced in a terrible british accent. It was so bad, Eddie snickered under his breath and nearly choked while trying to breathe.

The pair got out after Richie parker the car. This time, Eddie was able to get a better look at the place.

...A Diner?

"Lets go in, Eds!"

Eddie growled, his eyes narrowing at the "despised" nickname. "Stop calling me Eds! It's girly and sounds really gay!" Richie laughed and tugged Eddie in anyways. The happiness on the boys face making Eddie feel positively warm inside.

Without another word spoken, the two made their way in to the brightly lit diner. Hand in hand.

"How can i help you two?"

Eddie was too busy staring at the polaroids of different people and workers, all hung and covered behind glass, who used to come and work in the diner to notice the waitresses familiar voice.

But Richie did.

"Beverly Marsh?! What are you doing here?"