You watched from the doorframe as your boyfriend, Bill Denbrough, made his little brother a paper boat.

You had come round to the Denbrough residence because Bill was terribly sick and you, being a wonderful girlfriend, came to take care of him.

It was raining outside, so Georgie wanted a boat to sail in the water that flowed along the side of the road.

"There you go. Sh-sh-she's all ready, captain."

"She?"

"You always call a b-boat a she."

Georgie looked to you for clarification, and you nodded, confirming Bill's statement.

"Thanks Billy."

Georgie wrapped his brother in a hug, before rushing out the door, almost knocking into you.

"Sorry y/n!"

He yelled, as he ran down the steps.

Bill looked out the window, at his raincoat-clad brother standing out in the rain.

"He'll be okay? Right y/n?"

"I'm sure he'll be fine."