' 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 '

this is my 'humble' home

he laughed, looking around the bare house, immediately finding the room that was mine, since i had put up a sign on the door, "bill's room".

"billy!" i heard, and smiled as i was exploded into a hug by my little brother.

"who's is this?" stan asked, and i quickly typed.

georgie

"hey, georgie." stan said shyly, and i didn't notice until now how shy he was around people he didn't know very well, not counting me.

"yeah, that's me. also known as george the great." georgie returned, hands on his hips, a red cape around his neck. stan laughed, smiling at georgie, then looking at me.

bill pulled out his notebook, writing in it quickly and handing it to georgie. "do you want me to get some snacks?"

georgie nodded. "yes, get snacks." he said, giggling with every word as if it was some kind of joke.

bill left stan and georgie alone in the living room, only a couch in the room so far, and a few of georgie's toys spread across the floor.

"so, where'd you guys come from?" stan asked, sitting on the floor with georgie, who was playing with a pretend boat.

"she's my favorite boat." georgie said in return, not bothering to answer his question. "billy makes my boats, he's the best brother ever." georgie added.

"oh. that's good, i guess." stan replied, feeling his phone buzz in his back pocket, but he ignored it.

"you wanna know why he doesn't talk, right?" georgie asked stan, and stan simply nodded, the way bill does.

"you know, bill hardly had any friends back in illinois, where the tragedy happened. my mom doesn't even talk to him normally anymore. everyone would ask why he stopped talking, and i think i'll leave that up to bill to tell you, it's the least i can do for him. he'll tell you when he's ready, if he's ever ready." georgie simply playing with his boat on the hardwood, not noticing how he just gave stan an inspirational speech.

"you're smart, you know that?"

"yeah, i'm georgie the great!" he laughed, bringing a recurring smile upon my face.

bill walked back in seconds later with a serious face, placing a chip bag on the floor, and stan hoped he didn't hear the conversation. his mother came in after him, sharing the same hair and eye colour as bill.

"oh, i'm stan uris." stan said, standing up to shake her hand, and she did.

"ah, the rabbi's son." she raised his eyebrows at him, then at bill, as if to say, 'you're friends with the rabbi's son?'

"yes ma'am, that's me." stan answered, before turning back to georgie, feeling his phone buzz multiple times.

his mother left the room, a cold expression on her face, scolding stan and bill, before returning to wherever she came from.

stan gulped, looking over at bill's who face had gone completely pale.

you good?

fine.

its 7, let's go to the quarry now.

*it's

fuck u

only if you wish....

don't be a richie

oh, never.

bill smiled, and stan noticed his face turn to his regular colour as he stood up, writing in his notebook.

"we are going out, georgie. i'll play with you later."

"bye, billy." georgie said and hugged him around the waist, and bill bent down and kissed him on the cheek, before running to the door with stan.

"he's cute." stan said as they walked out in the cold, winter weather.

yeah, he is

stan smiled. "you're so weird." he snickered, but added, "in a good way." just in case bill didn't take it the right way.

"are you sure you're okay? something seemed to bother you inside..." stan questioned, and bill shrugged, tears welling in his eyes, and he huffed slightly, hoping he wouldn't care and scare off his new friend.

"hey, it's okay." stan said and immediately hugged bill, who was shocked at first, but gave into the hug, and stan felt the beat of bill's heart reflecting on his chest, feeling something different in his heart.

it was love.