George POV
Music blasted the house, drinks scattered about and cups left forgotten on the floor.
Wilbur was dancing around on the table as Schlatt encouraged him.
I completely forgot my hunger as I used alcohol as the substitute.
Last time I drank with Wilbur I had fun, this time I was drinking because I didn't want to be sober in this situation.
"DOWN IT DOWN IT" The others chant as Wilbur downs the cup Jack had just gave him.
He knocked it down quickly, loosing balance on the table and falling backwards, his head bouncing off of the floor.
Wilbur laughed.
The others laughed.
I rubbed my head, taking the cup that was now handed to me and taking a sip.
"George your go!" Fundy pulls me off of the sofa and I loose balance immediately, tripping on Wilbur's lanky legs on the floor.
My head was cushioned by Wilbur's chest as we both then stayed on the floor, neither of us having the strength to get up.
"I have an idea! George come with" Fundy beams as he pulls me off of Wilbur.
"You guys stay here" I barely even registered where we were going as my feet struggled to keep up.
"Fundy- where are we going" A door opens and all I register is a bed with cardboard boxes on it.
"Let's dress up!" He opens a wardrobe full of...
"Woah I never knew Schlatt had clothes like these" He pulls out a small skirt, handing it to me before pulling out other clothes.
"Why are they all so small?" I ask.
"Who cares, here you wear this" he passes me a blue crop top and lets me keep the white skirt in my hands.
"Go change, I'll find something for me too" He shoo's me away and I stand awkwardly in the corner.
I guess I do miss dressing up but I don't want to do that for other people.
I decide on doing it for myself.
As I change I keep telling myself that it's for no one but me.
"Here's a bag for your clothes" Fundy says as I adjust my skirt, somehow the clothes fit me perfectly.
They definitely weren't made for an older guy.
I take the bag from him as he stood on the other side of the wardrobe door.
I stuff my clothes into it and step out from the other side of the wardrobe.
Fundy was adjusting his Orange top and black skirt in the wardrobe mirror as I stood behind him.
"Holy fucking shit" He slurs as he turns to face me.
"What? Too much?" I ask and he points towards the mirror.
"You look fucking good, you should dress like that more often" He compliments and I go red as I adjust my clothes in the mirror.
They were definitely short.
"Come on let's show the others" He smiles as he grabs my hand, the plastic bags rustling as we rush down the stairs trying not to fall over.
"Look what we found!" Fundy pulls me into the room with him, stopping the conversation as everyone darts their eyes towards us.
"I take it you found my brothers stuff" Schlatt laughs, sitting up.
"I was going to ask why you have these clothes"
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Kidnapped
FanfictionGeorge has been missing for a year, leaving his friends and family worried, nobody knows what happened or where he's been, what happens when he shows up out of the blue with a new identity and a plan to return home to his friends.
