𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hello! thank you for clicking on my story. anyone who has been reading my previous stories, you may know it's been a bit of a rocky journey. i've started a few but struggled to finish. i've been finding it tricky with ideas. i normally post at least once a day, but have been completely clueless on what to write. but luckily i've made a plan and i love my new story i've written. i apoligise for all the confusion! hope you enjoy <33
"y/n, y/n, y/n... should of known you'd be late..." my brother says over the phone
"chill. i'm litreally driving in right now okay." i say
"well hurry." ben says, "you're putting dirt on the chilwell name."
"jesus not that big of a deal mate." i say
"don't mate me, you're the one 40 minutes late" he says
"well mate, come out and help with my bags will you? speed up the process." i ask hanging up the call
was i ready for this? who knows. but i do know, i'm gonna work hard here, not get distracted, and achieve my goal of qualifying for the womens 100m at the olympics. that's why i was here, there was a track at st georges park, where my brother trained with the england squad, that i could use daily. i'm also a lot closer to the track venue the qualifiers were taking place at then i was at home, so ben asked his manager, and lucky enough i was allowed to stay. however, it's june and the big day isn't till july. so i've got a whole month of pretending i like these people...
i get out my car and see ben and his best friend jack grealish walking out.
"alright lads?" i shout to get on ben's nerves
that's the sort of relationship we had, there wasn't one day we didn't argue, but there wasn't one day i wouldn't tell him how much he meant to me.
"we meet again chilwell number two." jack says
"excuse me?" i say, "i deserve to be number one."
"are you on the england squad?" ben argues
"seriously bro... you use that as a comeback for everything, be more original." i say opening my boot
"don't worry y/n, you were always my favorite." jack says
"still am right?" i ask
"course." he chuckles, "i remember when you were like eight and you really hated me."
"can see why." i say smirking
"nah nah you need to be on my good side." jack says
"fine..." i say, "right mister 'i'm on the england squad' you can carry this." i say handing ben my backpack
"and my favorite brother, you can take this." i say handing jack my bag
the look on ben's face was priceless, "what are we waiting for?" i ask
"for you to lock your car dumbass." ben says
"i was about to do it idiot." i say
"yeah right." he says
"shut up." i say
once we got inside, the both of them showed me to my room.
"cool you may go." i say
"oh we 'may'?" ben mimics
"thank you for excusing us y/n." the brummie accent says
