A/N: This is chapter is pretty much just Bill and Georgie talking with each other. It's not very eventful, but I still had fun writing it, and I think it came out pretty well. Once again, Bill is acting as a wise sage to Georgie, just dumping a bunch of knowledge on him XD Oh, well. Georgie does look up to him, so I think he does feel like he needs to give him some life lessons. Well, anyways, I hope you all enjoy!

Bill walked along the sidewalk from Derry High School, past Derry Middle School, and towards Derry Elementary School to pick up Georgie. It had always annoyed him how generic all the names for their schools were—as if the small town itself wasn't generic enough. But as small as it was, at least one could say that Derry was safe, aside from the occasional bully, like Bowers and his goons.

The older Denbrough sibling was riding solo at the moment, since the other Losers all went off on their own to hang out at the arcade. Bill was still thinking about maybe joining them later on, but he had to make sure he walked Georgie home first. Sometimes Bill wished he could just bring Georgie along with them, but his mom had a strict rule that Georgie had to come straight home after school on weekdays.

Once Bill arrived at the elementary school, he spotted Georgie waiting out front, and he waved at him. Georgie joined his brother quickly after, and they began walking home. "So, how was your d-d-day?" Bill asked.

"I don't know, it was okay," Georgie replied.

"You don't s-sound too enthusiastic ab-about it. There s-something wrong?"

"I just had a boring day, okay?" Georgie lashed out. "There's nothing wrong with me."

Bill could tell there certainly was something wrong, but he didn't want to keep pushing. He wanted Georgie to tell him on his own. So, he said, "Alright, that's fine. J-j-just don't be afraid to tell me if there is s-s-something wrong. I don't m-mind listening."

"Okay," Georgie said. He stayed silent for a few minutes and decided to focus his attention on continuously kicking a small rock down the sidewalk until he caught up with it so he could kick it again. After he grew bored of that, he eventually mustered up some courage to say, "I mean, I guess there is something, but it's not a huge deal or anything."

"Okay. W-w-would you mind t-telling me about it?"

"Well…do you think I'm a loser, Bill?"

"What do you m-mean? Who called you a loser?"

"Derek."

"Derek? He's the one wh-wh-who's given you trouble before, right?"

"Yeah, I don't know why he hates me so much. Today he said I was such a loser 'cause I'm so weird."

"Why does he th-th-think you're w-weird?"

"I don't know. I think everyone besides my three friends thinks I'm weird. Maybe I am a little crazy, but I can't help it; that's just who I am."

"Well, I d-definitely prefer you the way you are th-than if you were just b-boring and like everyone else. It's okay to be w-weird. All my f-fr-friends are weird."

"Yeah, and about that, he also said I was a loser for only having three 'dumb' friends."

"He called your friends 'd-dumb', too?"

"Yeah. He said I was a sissy for having two girls as my friends, and that Dorsey is a sissy, too, so he doesn't count."

Bill tightly gripped the handlebars on Silver in rage. This kid seemed like a real little shit. How dare that brat talk about his brother and his friends that way. Bill wanted to beat the snot-nosed, little punk the next time he ran into him…but he knew it wouldn't be worth it. "Well, you kn-know better than to actually listen to him, r-r-right Georgie? He's just a huge j-j-jerk, and everything he said i-is wrong."

"You think so?"

"Yeah. There's n-nothing wrong with having o-only three friends. For the longest time, I only had th-three friends."

"Yeah, but everyone called you losers. They still call you guys losers."

"Well…true." Bill snickered. "Way to be b-b-brutally honest, Georgie."

"I don't think you guys are losers; I'm just saying that's what others call you."

"Okay, well, that's e-exactly it. Just because this s-s-stupid jerk calls you a loser doesn't mean y-you are one. I personally d-don't think you're a loser at all. And wh-who cares if you're friends with g-g-girls? You like Anna and Katie, d-don't you?"

"Yeah, they're really nice to me, and we have fun together."

"Then that's all that m-m-matters! They're your friends, and s-so long as you like being with them, you sh-shouldn't let anyone else tell you wh-who you should be friends with. Same thing with D-Dorsey. I don't know him too m-much, but he seems like a n-n-nice kid."

"He is, and he's really funny! And we've been friends ever since preschool."

"See? You sh-sh-shouldn't be ashamed of who you're f-friends with. I'll let you in on a little secret. I used to be ash-shamed of my friends sometimes. I wasn't proud of it, but th-th-that's just how I felt. I felt like they were s-sorta dragging me down—that if I w-wasn't friends with them, I w-wouldn't be a loser anymore, and I m-might even be able to be p-p-popular. But you know what?"

"What?"

"I realized that I was wrong—that b-b-being popular doesn't matter. All that matters is th-that you like being with the people a-a-around you, and if that m-means you'll get called a loser, then s-so be it. Who care wh-what other people think anyways? Don't l-l-let them have control over your l-life."

"Okay."

"I really mean it. Don't let a-a-anyone take away y-your happiness from you."

"Alright. Thanks, Billy. You're always able to make me feel better."

"Nothing m-makes me happier, Georgie."

"So, then what should I do if Derek says something mean to me again?"

"Just let me know, and I'll k-kick his butt!"

"Really?!" Georgie said excitedly.

"No, not really, Georgie."

"Aww," the little Denbrough said disappointedly.

"Well, I'd g-get in trouble if I did that. But I'll t-t-tell you what you can do. Let him say those things. But j-just ignore him. They're just w-words; they can't hurt you."

"But sometimes words can hurt. Just in a different way."

"Yeah, believe me, I get that. But it's u-up to you to make sure they don't hu-hurt anymore. Just remember that wh-whatever he says isn't true, and it d-d-doesn't matter whatsoever. He's just a p-pathetic jerk who is probably feeling i-i-insecure about himself, so he takes it out on you."

"What do you mean 'insecure'?"

"Well, I guess it…s-s-sorta means he's not happy with himself, s-so he wants to make o-others feel unhappy about themselves, t-too. But you gotta p-promise me that you w-w-won't let him. Okay?"

"Okay."

"I'm s-so proud of you, G-Georgie, I really am. And I never want you to f-forget that. Your whole family is s-super proud of you, and you have n-n-nothing to be ashamed of."

"Okay. Thanks, Billy," Georgie said. He warmly smiled at his older brother as they continued to stroll down the sidewalk towards home.