Lunch had gone relatively well for the 9... make that 10 of them, and that was taking into consideration how Jess had to apologize to Bill for giving Georgie the chicken breast and Richie's nonstop joking (which caused Jess to scream "BEEP" at least 4 times.) It almost made her wonder if she should just ducktape Richie's mouth shut whenever Georgie was around. Then again, that might traumatize or infuriate him (likely the latter), which is something an aspiring psychologist shouldn't be achieving.
Everyone seemed to enjoy it really well- even Stanley, who Jess had to make a salad for instead, since those of Jewish faith could only have meat that had been prepared a very certain way- a way that she didn't know. She just hoped that none of the vegetables and fruits used in it had any bugs or anything of the like in them, using the thought that "since if they had, they (probably) wouldn't put it up for sale in the store" for self-justification.
When all was said and done, they had originally planned on returning to their humble abodes, maybe a call here and there and just spending the rest of the day doing whatever their hearts desired.
But, of course, fate had other plans in mind.
She can say that because almost as soon as they were preparing to go home, it had begun to rain. While this normally would have been ok, none of them had prepared for any form of stormy weather. If Jess had enough supplies for such weather, she would have handed out a raincoat or umbrella to everyone and expect them to return it the next time she saw them. Sadly, she only had so much she could offer, outside of her home to be their shelter.
As a result, the gang just stayed in the living room and talked while the TV played on. The topic changed a lot, from good hygienic and mental health practices (supplied by Eddie and herself) to their opinions on recent blockbusters such as Naked Gun, Rain man, Beetlejuice and Who framed Roger Rabbit, which then transitioned to a debate on if the Atari or Gameboy was better. Needless to say, it was pretty chaotic.
When all was said and done, Georgie seemed to gain an idea.
"Jessie, do you have any paper and wax?" the 7-year-old asked, his legs swinging back and forth ever so slightly out while he sat on the couch beside his brother, his doll in his lap. It hadn't taken long for him to glance over at Bill. It occurred as soon as the words left his mouth, actually. The older Denbrough caught on quickly, releasing a soft sigh before giving a gentle smile over at the younger ones direction.
"Yeah, my mom might have some in her study. Lemme look." the girl soon said over the ongoing conversations, getting up off the floor as she did. She made sure not to step on anyone's hands or feet by mistake while she approached the stairs. She went up, one at a time, until she made it to the second floor. From there, she went to one of two rooms on the left and opened the door.
She had to push down the pain from looking over the study.
She approached the wooden desk in the middle carefully. All the papers, sticky notes, and similar supplies, which were neatly organized on top in a specific fashion, would have been illuminated by sunlight from the window behind her if it wasn't for the clouds blocking out the giant star in the sky. But she shouldn't- no, couldn't focus on that fact. She forced her emotions to stay put while she opened the top drawer and got out a small container of wax and a sheet of blank paper.
She couldn't bring herself to look over the countless novels that were sorted alphabetically on the shelf to the left, or the board on the right that held multiple drawings she made when she was younger. The pieces of art were pinned there alongside important documents as a sign of how valuable they were to her mother. All she focused on was making a quick exit.
After all, the faster, the better.
She hated entering that room... it just brought to many memories to the surface. But, at least it was over.
She made her way back down, offering the nescessities to the young Denbrough. Georgie promptly put the doll beside him in a position where it (sorry, he) can still see the TV before he accepted the objects and handed the objects to Bill.
"Georgie, don't you think its a little rough out there to be doing this today?" questioned Ben, a bit of concern showing through his voice, as it should be.
"Yeah, Ben's right George. There isn't a strong connection between weather like this and influenza, but you can still get some of the symptoms temporarily. Bill already got sick a week ago. Do you want to end up the same way?" inquired Eddie, siding with the newest member of the Losers Club in the process.
Bill remained silent while he made the paper boat, as if he knew he couldn't change his little brother's mind, but Ben kept on. "That, and you can get lost out there on your own." he soon stated.
Of course, the attention and disapproval caused the 7-year-old to pout, which tugged at Jess's heart strings like it was nothing more than a harp.
"How about I go out with him? I have an umbrella he can use, and I can make sure he's attended and that he doesn't get sick." said the 12-year-old, grabbing a waterproof, blue poncho and putting it on, where it went right down to the middle of her arm, and pulled the hood over her head before anyone could dispute her. Like Georgie, nothing could really deter her from what she wanted. It didn't really help that she was already getting dressed though.
However, all it toke for those two to silence themselves was Georgie's bright, joy-filled smile. As soon as Bill was finished, Jess got a marker out from the kitchen (they had a cup on the counter with writing utensils, in case they ever needed it) and carefully wrote the name Georgie requested on the side in her best cursive;
"S.S Penny".
