Resort / Dnf fanfic

Chapter six

George felt the vanilla boy pat his shoulder and giving a sign to go down from the hill. He started sliding of and getting used to the snow. The difference between these kind of tracks and the ones that have more people everyday skiing and snowboarding on them are the snow. On the ones with people snow is pressed in the ground and everything is alright, but on these - snow is fluffy and it can hide some rock under it. 

Clay followed George downhill they both snowboarded in lines around the large rocks and pats that first people had left. George felt his adrenaline go up with every minute as the two boys went faster and slower. 

[Just for the feels y'know?] 

Georges heart beat was in this weird 'form' if you can say. He enjoyed every moment of the snow and mountains. He jumped from few trampolines that people had traced before and eventually they reached some mid forest where they et the rest of their friends.

"George, you didn't joke when you said you are snowboarding for quite a few years." Clay caught up with the younger boy and untied his left boot from the board.  

"Yeah, I know right! George is a fast one!" Darryl cheered as George sat down on the ground and took off his goggles and scarf.

"Thanks, I-I guess!" George smiled and kindly took the tea cup that Wilbur was giving him. 

"Big D couldn't catch up? I see... I always said he is slow poke!" Tommy proudly patted Tubbo's shoulder as he was the only person he could reach at the moment. 

[This isn't anything special, but if you are interested -  Dream, George, Sapnap, Techno, Tommy, Niki snowboarders and Wilbur, Tubbo, Karl, Quackity, Darryl and Zak are skiers.]

Wilbur gave everyone a cup of tea and they talked a bit. The view from where they were sitting was really nice. They still had 1h 30minutes to go but no one seemed to mind. Everyone chatted until they went of their ways to go down hill again. 

This time George snowboarded faster and more powerful. He enjoyed every moment of the free wild he had got and didn't get in the mind to waste it. As that they had spent their most of the days.

Time skip to the end of the first week. It is Friday evening. [In where I live you can start drinking from when you are eighteen, so that is the reason why everyone drinking here is eighteen]

Clay had texted everyone from their friend group that there will be a party at their cabin. George honestly didn't mind because he never had gone to a one. Only the ones Darryl made in  in their childhood, but that was mostly it, if you don't count family dinners with some cousins.

After a short while George had set up everything as Clay had told him. He had set up some red, blue and green lights all around and had put some plates and red cups down so they would have a plates to eat from and a cups to drink from.

Few minutes passed and George changed his clothes and sat on the couch waiting for the other boy to come home from the little shop nearby with some drinks and snacks. Honestly George had never ever drunk alcohol before. He thought of all the pros and cons of what could happen but he never knew anything. 

"Georgie~" The door opened and tall, blonde man came in with three bags full of stuff. He gave them to him and started to take of his coat.

"Why so much of everything?" George started to unpack the store bags and put everything on the plates and counters. 

"Well, we do have a lot of friends, plus Tommy and Toby can't drink so they are gonna eat a lot of snacks and the coke we need for our drinks too but they probably will attend to drink it all." Clay smiled at George and went to change his clothes. 

Meanwhile George sat on his phone waiting for the others to come. 

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Darryl and Zak were about to go out of the house as Darryl pulled on Zak's shirt.

"Do you think George will be alright? There will be drinking and snacking... Plus I got some news from the doctor we tried going to..."

"What was it Darry?" Zak pulled his boyfriend closer to him and smiled.

"George- He-" Darryl broke in to his boyfriends arms while crying and sobbing.

"shhhh, take your time." Zak pulled the crying boy on to his lap in a hugging position. 

"That's the pr-roblem...." Darryl looked up at  the dark haired male and popped a small, sad smile.

"We don't have time... He doesn't have time..."

Word count: 817 words.

Quick sorry for the short chapter, but get ready for the next chapter. Also, I don't have a eating disorder so some things might not seem that real as I don't know about it so-

Thank you for reading, see you next chapter!