Rays of light shine through the half opened curtains. The sunn just above the horizon with beautiful colours like blue and pink to top it off. It's a wonderful morning for Derry since that storm the other night. Not a single cloud in the sky and birds flying high. Georgie's eyelids open slowly and try to adjust to new the light. He wipes the golden dust out of his eyes and stretches to let the blood flow in his limbs move. Georgie swings his legs around and jumps off the bed while yawning. He slips his feet into his slippers and is ready for the day.
This morning was confusing for Georgie. Just a few hours ago, a clown was on his bed. The same clown from the sewer. He still can feel and smell the cotton candy breath hitting him. Though right now, he wanted to make sure Bill was still okay. Or still alive. Georgie slowly made his way to Billy's bedroom. He turns the door knob and the door creaks open. Georgie wants to check and who can blame hm. A clown intruded and who says he didn't spare his big brother? He pokes his head through and sees Bill tossing and turning from the sound of his door. He must've woken him. 'Oops' Georgie mentally slapped himself. Why would Bill be dead? That's a stupid idea. Now he has woke his ill brother. He gets pulled out of his thoughts when he hears someone talking.
"Georgie," Bill stirred. "W-what are y-you doing?"
Bill still sounded sleepy. Of course he was just woken up but he sounded sleepy ten times more since he was sick. His little brother fiddled with his fingers.
"Sorry for waking you, Billy,"
His big brother smiled but it didn't reach his eyes.
"It's a-alright, y-you okay t-t-today?" Bill asked.
Was he? He remembers the conversation he had with Billy. How he lost his boat but he never told him about Mr Penny. What would he say? Probably that he was insane. So no, he wasn't alright.
"No," Georgie sighed.
He had to be honest, he wouldn't like to Billy about his feelings. He trusted him and he's sure he trusts him back too. Billy pulls the blanket off of him and invites Georgie over to his bed. Georgie accepts and sits by him like the day before. He tries not to make eye contact since he really doesn't want to talk about it.
"S-so, what's e-eating y-you. Is it still about the boat thing?" Billy grows concerned. "If it is, I a-already f-f-forgave y-you,"
Bill stares at him with worry. He didn't want to worry Billy but what's so wrong about having a new…stranger friend killer clown guy? A lot. Georgie wasn't sure about the killer clown part. He did return the boat after all. Georgie starts to open up.
"Well," That word sticks to his tongue.
Bill raises an eyebrow and waits for his explanation. His little brother is starting to sweat. He can see the fear and worry in his eyes. He doesn't like it.
"D-did someone b-bully you?" Bill asked and Georgie shakes his head.
"Did you h-hurt yourself?"
"No I-," Georgie gets cut off.
"Did y-you get s-sick?"
"Billy, just listen-!" Georgie is once again cut off.
"Is s-someone after y-you?" Bill starts to shout but it's hard with his stutter. Georgie starts to grow inpatient. Bill can be very protective just – too protective.
"BILLY!" Georgie screams.
Of course Bill shuts his mouth and jumps back a slight. He smirks a slight at his foolishness and his skill to interrupt.
"I was s-so scared when I lost your boat in the sewer,"
"W-why?" Billy asked. "B-because of m-me?"
Georgie shook his head slowly. He faced his face down at the ground trying to look anywhere but his brother. He needs to say this but it's so hard to tell your family that you met a clown in the sewer. A real conversation starter.
"When I was trying to find it in the sewer," Georgie gulps. "I met someone,"
Bill's head tilts to the side with confusion. "W-who, Georgie?"
Georgie's hands were sweating while he fiddled with them and his eyes were closed tight. He tried not to cry in fear and worry but it was so hard to. His breathing speed increased and his body couldn't stay still. Here he goes.
"Pennywise," Georgie whimpered. "The Dancing Clown."
Bill stared at him. A clown? Strange person to meet in a storm.
"Why didn't h-he h-help you g-get the boat back," Bill asked.
"He was trying to give it back but you called me on the walkie-talkie," Georgie answered. "So, I left him,"
"W-what do y-you mean he was t-trying to give it back?" Bill raised an eyebrow.
"He was in the sewer when the boat fell down," Georgie smirked. He felt better knowing that Billy didn't get angry. A bit confidence was back. The look Billy had was priceless though.
"The circus was blown down there anyway," Georgie smiled. "He w-wanted me to come down and check it all out!"
Bill tried to say something. His mouth opened but nothing came out. His little brother probably just has an imaginary friend. That's all. Though why does it worry him so much.
"He told me something too,"
"W-what was t-that, Georgie?"
"You'll float too."