You and the other members of the Losers club were hanging out in Bill’s basement. It had recently been cleaned out, making the perfect spot for hangouts. There was a few empty soda cans scattered around, opened board games, and a spilled popcorn bucket on the couch. Everyone had arranged their sleeping bags in the middle of the floor in a circle. Everyone was quietly talking before going to sleep. You and Bill had liked each other, and the dynamic between you two was something beyond friends, but you’ve never put a label on it. Anyways, you two were in a little corner just talking about stuff, his younger brother, Georgie had died in ‘86, the year prior, and he always had that look of grief and loss in his eyes, but somehow, you helped make him feel better, you were there for him when he needed you the most