Resort / Dnf fanfic

Chapter two

Following weeks were pretty normal for George, if you don't count the excited waves in Georges body as he thought about the trip. At his work he is a barista in a coffee shop, so he had pretty easy time getting free for a month. He, Zak and Darryl all couldn't shut up about the trip. Everything seemed going slower as the date of flying out came closer. Now it was 30th of January. 

George was packing the last things he would need for a month away from home. The fact of having a little resort home with shower, stove, washing machine, and a fire place made George feel way better. At least you don't have to take too many things. He packed the last stuff and went to put it next to his snowboard which was already at the front door.

Suddenly he got a phone call.

"Hey! I'll pick you at 7.20 am. Is that alright for you?" Zak was sounding a bit tired, but still VERY excited.

"Yeah, sure! Get some rest dude, you sound tired!" George went to sat down at one of the chairs in the kitchen.

"Sure dude. You too! Bye!" Georges mom was already sleeping. It as 12.pm so George just sat there in a poor night light. The huge fridge was inviting to open it. George felt the hungriness come on him. Without releasing he was already at the eight piece of bread of Nutella. He ate more and more until he couldn't anymore. 

After few moments of quiet tears falling on the plane white tiles George rushed to the bathroom and pushed his fingers down his throat. All what was forcefully eaten now was away in the sewer drains.

When George couldn't keep his mind together anymore he pressed his cold body to the bathroom wall. He felt like all his body water was flowing out in his tears. All the thoughts were flying trough his mind.

How's everyone there gonna be to me?

What if someone finds out about my disorder?

Should I cancel?

George was staring at his, Darryl's and Skeppy's Group chat.  

The three muffintiers! :D

Darryl :) :See you at 7.20?

Skeppy :] :Of course!!!!

You: see you guys!

He was about to write another message in the chat when he felt so tired he couldn't move his fingers. He just fell asleep on the cold bathroom floor.

Next morning George woke up sore from the uncomfortable spot. He checked the time -  6.00 am

George groaned. He still had twenty minutes to sleep, but instead he decided to take a cold shower and get ready earlier then he needs.

While the cold water was flowing down his skinny, pale body he closed his eyes. Cold showers helped him relax. After he washed off himself he walked to the sink to brush his teeth. He looked in the mirror in a huge distaste. 

"Why am I so messed up?" 

George leaned to get his toothbrush and paste as he still was only in his towel. He brushed his teeth with one hand and fixed his hear with the other. After full 20 minutes of standing in front of the mirror and looking at himself, George finally left the bathroom. He Picked out some Black skinny, warmer jeans with some Light blue, little oversized hoodie. He threw the basic fit on and went to his mothers dark room. She was awake on her phone. 

"Goodbye mom!" George went to his mothers bed and kissed her on her cheek. His mother smiled and gave him a massive smooch back.

"Be safe my son. I love you, don't take any huge risks!" She smiled. One thing why he lived with only his mother was that his dad met Layla in a sports shop. He used to be a skiing champion. They had fallen in love and had George. When George was only 5 months old, his father had died taking too high risk of jumping of  50 foot tall mountain with skis. Then nobody ever saw him alive anymore. Only laid on the white hospital sheets as his last heartbeat went out.