I Am a Familiar Creak In Your Floorboards

10

Hey guys!! Thank you all for the reads and follows!! We are almost at 900!! Love to see it. Anyway this chapter is a lot longer than I planned and I didn't want to split it, so hope you're ready! Hope you like the chapter :)

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Slight TW: Body dysmorphia 

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                                              George's POV

My eyes fluttered to the light pouring into the room, filling it up to the brim.

I blinked, trying to adjust to the brightness. Wilbur was nowhere to be seen.

My hands, like rocks of ice, were freezing from the night before.

I let the blanket roll off my legs as I stood up, stretching.

My shirt, a size too small, lifts.

I sag my back into the slouching position it usually is in.

I walk towards the empty bathroom and splash water across my face.

Wills' probably gone for breakfast. I should head out as well.

After wiping my face clean. My head flips back away from the sink.

I stare at the sad face staring back.

Does he always look this sad?

Why does he look like this?

I look into the dead eyes of the person ahead.

I wish he didn't look like this.

Before I can think of any more imperfections, I hear knocking on the room door.

"Georg- yes Wilbur I knocked, let me wake him up- no please I want t- I'll tell mum," a small voice whispers through the door.

I turned away from the distorted face in the mirror and dragged myself to the door ahead.

I swing the door open to Tommy, standing in front of the door with Wilbur behind him.

"Oh hey, it looks like you woke up." Wilbur smiles.

"GEORGE!!" the blond shrieks.

"Hey-" I laugh, stumbling back on my feet as Tommy rushes to hug me.

"What are you doing already up Tommy?" I say with a wide, but tired, grin on my face.

He squeezes me tighter than ever. "It's 12:20 George. I woke up 2 hours ago"

My eyes widened. "Wait what, it's already 12?"

"Yep, you definitely slept way too late last night." Wilbur says, pulling Tommy away from me.

"I have to pack my flights in 2 hours!" I shout, turning back into the room. "Why didn't you wake me up?!"

Wilbur chuckled at the sight of my frantic movements. " I thought you would need it."

"George, I tried to tell Wilbur to wake you up but he didn't listen to me." Tommy complains.

"And I stand by my point from last time. Don't listen to Wilbur." I say, knowing this would make life harder for Wilbur.

"Woah, woah, okay no, listen to me." he says, turning to face Tommy.

I throw the clothes laying beside my mattress and throw them into the open suitcase.

Quickly pulling out a dark green shirt, black hoodie and dark jeans.