*georgie feels

      For what felt like the first time since I️ met this psychos I️ finally have the chance to sleep peacefully, so the question is: why wasn't I️?

     Bill and I️ were in his room and was rubbing my shoulders gently. He encased me in his warm scent as the room was slightly colder, but his comforter changed that problem. We didn't talk and we didn't feel pressured to do so, we were just us in a frozen bubble.

      I️ began humming lightly, it was raining outside, and it was Sunday, the Losers typically don't hang out on Sundays. It's almost like a job, sometimes it feels like it too. I️ don't know what to really about any of this, maybe I️ could go out into the woods and solve this myself? Maybe I️ could just not fight back next time? What if I️ simply did his job for him?

      "You h-hum pretty." Billy stuttered softly, I️ noticed that when he was relaxed and seemed to be under less stress he didn't stutter much. Ben told me that it was way worse at one point in time.

      "Do you like the rain?" I asked him, some people don't but I was one to always be quite fond of it. It put me to sleep and seemed to calm my nerves. Having Bill here next to me made all of my muscles relax. Like my whole life was put together. Reya pushed me over the coffee table and now I️ have a gash on the back of my leg, that's what brought me to Bill's. I️ net his parents and we spoke for awhile. They seemed less engaged, not how Mr. Hanlon was to me.

      "No, not really." He spoke and then slowly started getting up. My arms tightened around him and I looked at him in worry.

      "Where are you going?" I️ asked him, my bottom lip sticking out as I️ pouted. I️ didn't want him to leave, I️ wanted to stay here and give myself the illusion that everything was okay.

      "I️-I'll be right b-back, m'kay?" He asked, mocking my pout before bringing his head down to peck me on the lips. I️ let go of him and watched as he walked out of the room. I️ later there, admiring his room. It looked like a room only a Bill Denbrough could live in, his drawing were scattered over his desk and his shoes lashed messily over by his closet. He had a nice bed and the room seemed quiet, quiet room for a quiet boy.

     It was about 45 minutes and he still wasn't back. I️ was debating with myself if I️ should go check up on him, then again I️ wouldn't want to intrude or be a pest of any sort. It's just that nowadays I️ get so worried. Geez, I️ sound like a mother from 1946 who's son wanted to go get a soda with his friends.

       I️ slowly got up from the bed, I️ walked slowly, waiting to see if he'd come back before I️ reached the door. E never did, instead I️ walked into the hallway and looked through a couple of rooms to see if there was any possibility he was I️ any of the many rooms of the Denbrough household.

      It took me awhile but I️ soon found my way to a room that looked like Bill's. I️ felt so nosy, but it's not like I️ was trying to eavesdrop, I️ just wanted to make sure he hadn't gotten hurt. The door was cracked and I️ heard him say something that was incoherent, no one responded.

      I️ raises hand and quietly knocked on the door, I️ didn't wan his parents thinking it was the front door. I️ have never been so nervous in my life, What was with this boy?

      Despite many anxiousness I️ pushes my thoughts away when I️ saw him pull the door open. He looked red and embarrassed.

      "S-sorry, didn't m-mean t-to keep you waiting." He said hurriedly and tried to hide whatever was behind that door.

      "It's fine," I️ tried to look over him, wasn't hard since I️ had a few inches in him, "Who were you talking to?" I️ asked him. 

      He stood on his tilt goes so I️ couldn't see, "n-no one, we can go lie down now." He was so flustered and I️ was trying to figure out why.

      "William Denbrough, let me through." I️ reprimanded, we tousled lightly before I️ finally got through. Maybe I should've respected his personal space?

      I️ saw the room, it was nice and small. It was also cold and lonely, very lonely. There was a small trunk at the end of the bed, a picture and piece of yellow cloth next to it. I️ sat in front of the trunk, the picture was of a small boy, he was a happy child, or that's what it looked like. He was smiling and the sun was shining, he was about 8 in the photograph.

      I️ quickly put two and two together. Bill had come to sit next to me, he looked at me for a second then back at the picture. I️ instantly felt horrible and if I️ could disappear I️ would do more than that. I️ put my hand over his fidgety ones.

     "Bill, let's go, I'm sorry." I️ said trying to stand up, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back down, looking at me now.

      "N-no, you're fine," he then gave me a lopsided grin, "k-kind if stupid, huh, t-talking to h-him when he's not e-even here."

      I️ quickly shook my head but stayed quiet until I️ opened my big mouth, "Bill, don't be rude, aren't you gonna introduce me?" I️ asked looking between him and the picture.

     He looked at me as if I️ was crazy, "Georgie t-this is Moxie." He said. I️ stuck my hand up and wriggled my fingers.

      "Nice to meet you Georgie, you have a wonderful raincoat, very useful on a day like this." I️ gestured towards the windows, the shiny, perfect windows.

"Moxie, y-you don't-"

      "Sshh, Bill, I'm talking to Georgie," I️ hushed the stud next to me, "so Georgie, you'll be in the fourth grade this year? Big deal, you know when I️ was in the fourth grade I️ won a spelling bee."

       "Y-you never told me that?" Bill wondered aloud next to me, I️ nodded at him and we continued telling stories. At some point Bill had gotten the raincoat in his hands, he traced his thumbs over the material.

      I️ finally looked at a clock that was placed on the nightstand, "it's 9:00, shouldn't you be getting to sleep, mister?" I️ mock scolded the youngest Denbrough, I️ laughed afterwards at how motherly I️ sounded.

      Bill got up and stretched, placing his hand out to help me up. He folded the raincoat, placed it back on the trunk and walked over to the door. I️ smiled at the photo and kissed it lightly, "sleep tight, Little Denbrough." I️ bid the boy good night and walked out , waiting for Bill to enter his room.

      I️ was already until the blankets, trying to get warm and listened to the rain. He finally came back and plopped down next to me, wrapping me up as he did before. I️ smiled with content on my face as he kissed my forehead.

      Something made me look up at him to see him in deep thought, smiling, "What are you thinking about?" I️ asked him curiously.

       "You. Y-you'd make a great m-mom." He commented with reddened cheeks, I️ mumbled a 'thank you' against his chest.

     It was quiet again and I️ liked it, "Okay," he grumbled making me listen, "the rain i-isn't so bad." He admitted. It wasn't long after that I️ had fallen asleep within his arms.

Sleep tight, Little Denbrough.

Night night, Stuttering stud.

Sweet Dreams, Moxie.