Stenbrough, so Georgie has a kind of hero worship for Stan and Bill + the rest of the losers think is adorable
- Stan? Stanley! Are you having fun?!
Georgie tugged at the sleeve of Stan’s sweater four times in a row. Stan Uris had been lost in a daydream. Standing somewhat far from the campfire; chewing on a marshmallow and staring at a tall tree, which the night breeze swayed gently.
He looked down at Georgie, and was surprised to notice that the little boy had a white fluffy blanket wrapped all over him, that was not there the last time Stan glanced at the Losers around the fire.
- You don’t look happy. - Georgie said, frowning.
- Oh, I wouldn’t worry too much about that if I were you, G. That is just his default setting. – Richie pointed out, raising his voice all the way from where he was sitting with Eddie. Stan ignored Richie, he didn’t take his eyes from Georgie and then pointed, saying:
- Do you see that over there? Swaying, perched on that branch. It’s an owl.
Once Georgie spotted it and nodded, Stan perfectly mimicked the bird’s sound while sitting down on the grass, making Georgie smile and giggle.
Stan then tickled Georgie, aiming to make him vulnerable, and then grab Georgie and sit him on his own lap. By the time that mission was accomplished, the white blanket laid abandoned on the grass.
Georgie sighed and sank his little fingers in Stan’s curly hair. Wrapped his fingertip in one of the curls, pulled it fondly then let go and did it all over again, to another curl.
This whole time, Georgie mindfully watched Stan’s face, studying the light in Stan’s eyes as they looked at each other.
- You should smile more. It makes your heart beat for longer. Means you will live until you’re 100! – Georgie informed Stan, his voice adjusting to as serious as a five-year-old can sound.
- H-Hey, how about you s-stop st-stealing my bro-brother from me; while sitting in the bah-backyard of m-my own house, huh? – Bill inquired, getting up from the tree trunk where he sat alone since Georgie went to check on Stan.
- Firefly! – Georgie unexpectedly shouted, excited, bolting out of Stan’s lap to go after it.
- Sorry, Bill. I don’t know why he said these things…
- You don’t know? - Bill took the last bite from his s’more after he sat down… - He asked if the blanket looked okay before he left me. – Bill recounted, laughing.
Together, Stan and Bill now looked at Richie and Eddie, realizing the two of them started playing Truth or Dare. Bill fidgeted for a split second, and without meaning to, he brushed his fingers on Stan’s. Stan reacted as if struck by lightning.
- Stan! Stan! Look at what I caught for you!
Georgie was coming back. Bill was looking at Stan, still trying to understand why Stan had shivered like that. Stan, acting as if nothing happened, rose his hands in Georgie’s direction. Georgie had trapped the firefly; Stan cupped both of Georgie’s precious hands so they both could observe it better, without the risk of the bug getting away.
Georgie was chuckling, feeling victorious, finally entertaining Stan at their Camping Sleepover.
- You should make a wish, Stan. It’s not a star, but since you are helping me with my 1000 pieces puzzle, you deserve one.
Bill, still looking at Stan, smiled at the blonde, his own eyes saying:
“See, this is why he’s obsessed with you now. Aside from all the previous reasons.”
Stan himself looked once from Georgie to Bill’s smile and back to the little boy. Pause. Once again he looked over at Bill Denbrough. Stan’s excitement with the firefly was gone.
He said: – I can’t ask for what I truly want yet, it’s too soon.
Both Georgie and Bill looked clearly confused after that enigmatic answer.
Too committed to his secret, Stan ignored this.
- I’ll give it to you, Georgie. Wish for something.
Stan let his arms down, leaning back and resting both hands on the grass. Without realizing that Georgie trusted his hold so much, he saw those little hands relax. Stan’s move had been enough to set the firefly free.
- No! Come back here. My wish! – Georgie chased the firefly, desperately pleading to the tiny creature: - I want Stan to stay until we are finished with the yard sale puzzle. The lion only has half his face! I want to get to the part where E.T. is posing! - Georgie ran in circles around the campfire; Eddie and Richie where nowhere to be found.
- Guess one of them dared the other to do something inside the house. – Bill said, eliminating the possibility of them being in the tent because there was no light coming from it.
Stan felt restless, even more so now that only Bill was near; Georgie was in his mini tent, the firefly probably went in there.
- I’m going to sleep. I’m not feeling too well.
Stan got up, cleaned one hand with the other, and headed to the third tent.
- I’ll go with you. – Stan hadn’t said anything exactly inviting, but all the boys had already decided that Richie and Eddie had tent #1, Georgie had #2; and #3 was for Bill and Stan. It would have made no sense for Bill to stay where he was.
Once in the tent, Stan and Bill laid side by side. Bill was creating patterns on the thick fabric above them; by turning the flashlight on and off quickly.
- Are you training Morse Code?
Stan’s question made Bill laugh even though he felt judged by his tone, Bill then placed the lantern in the space between them.
“Stan did not go home, Georgie.” “It’s alright, he probably just went to sleep.”
Bill heard Eddie’s voice. Kaspbrak was having a bit of trouble, now that he and Richie wanted to go to sleep; but Georgie was looking for Stan.
“Don’t go over there. Don’t leave your tent.” – Richie was laughing, ironically enjoying discouraging the little boy.
Bill tried not to move, he wanted Georgie to believe he had to go to sleep now.
But still, he was too intrigued not to whisper:
- T-Tell me ah-about your im-impossible wish.
- No, Bill.
- B-B-B-But, I’m curious.
- And I’m sleepy.
Considering his tone, Bill expected Stan to turn his back now. However, Stan turned to Bill; eyes closed, and like this Stan adjusted his pillow, ending the conversation.
Obeying an impulse, Bill reached for Stan’s curls, sinking his fingers in them, copying what he saw Georgie doing earlier.
- What are you doing? – Stan mumbled, half asleep.
- Don’t know. G-Georgie made it look lah-like f-fun and I w-wanted to try.
Stan did sound on defense with that question, but Bill could clearly sense the boy relaxing under his touch now.
- Stan, why aren’t you feeling well today? – Bill whispered.
Stan made a sound that told Bill there wouldn’t be an answer.
- Stan, answer me! – Bill couldn’t help but act on instinct, he let go of one of Stan’s curls, and with that same index finger, he poked Stan’s nose repeatedly. Stan, more alert now, wrinkled his nose, laughing ever so slightly.
- Go back to what you were doing and I’ll be fine. – Stan grabbed Bill’s fingers and delicately placed them back amidst his own hair.
Bill smiled watching Stan smile now. That sight made him happy, even if Stan didn’t open his eyes to look at him. He continued what he’d been doing. Now Bill was starting to fall asleep too, he relaxed and searched for the best position that didn’t require letting go of Stan’s hair.
- You should smile more. – Bill whispered; repeating and emphasizing Georgie’s words.
But Stan was already definitely asleep now. Transported somewhere else, secretly dreaming of the older Denbrough.