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Willow was in the middle of one of her stressed moods and it only meant one thing,
She was making pasta.
"Drop the dough Mr!" Willow warned as she hit Ben's hand,
"But I'm hungry," Ben groaned as he rubbed his now sore hand,
"There is a fridge right there, so walk over there and get yourself some food." The blonde pointed to the massive silver fridge that was sat in the kitchen.
"But the dough tastes good." The brunette cried wanting to get some more of it.
"You can eat it when it is cooked pasta." The sports pundit spoke as she grabbed out the pasta stand for the dough to dry on when it was done.
"You really don't give up do you?" The footballer moaned as all he wanted was just a piece of dough,
"Nope," Willow smiled as she looked at the clock,
She was meant to go meet Leah at a Cafe,
"Now go away if you aren't going to help me." She added knowing that she would need a bit of assistance if she was going to get everything done on time.
"I am helping!" Ben almost sounded offended as he stayed sat on his chair,
"You sitting there trying to look pretty is not helping anyone." Willow shot back as she sent the boy a glare,
He really wasn't getting out of this one.
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Willow arrived at the Cafe as she found Leah and 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍,
"Ello girls," Willow smiled as she slid into the booth with the two,
"Hiya!" They both spoke at the same time as they sent the blonde a wave,
"How was Scotland?" Leah added knowing that the girl had been up there for Christmas,
"And in Australia?" Francesca was starting to get a bit jealous of the girl who was busy travelling around the world constantly,
"Scotland is always lovely," the blonde smiled as she quickly ordered herself a hot chocolate,
"And I kinda maybe lost a bet and now have to buy a holiday house in New Zealand." She mumbled before sending her friends a smile
"What now?" The photographer's eyes went wide as she swore that she didn't hear it right,
"Why?" The reporter added as she cocked her head,
What on earth did New Zealand have?
"Because I thought my dad was going to lose the bet that's why." The Australian wasn't proud but it seemed that the first cricket game she loses costs her a house.
"So, in other words, this is the perfect time for a trip to New Zealand to go house hunting?" Leah joked as the girl nodded,
"Yes but I only want something small as I'm never there." The sports pundit came up with the idea of getting a place by the beach so she could rent it out to surfers,
Now all she had to do was plan a trip to the Country.
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Willow arrived back to the flat when she door from three flats down open,
She had never met the person because they seemed a bit far away,
Like what are you meant to say "hi I'm from three doors down and just want to say hi,"?
"Wait Christian?" Willow felt her jaw drop as she saw the American walk out of the door,
"Willow?" Christian asked as he faced the girl,
"What are you doing here?" He added assuming that she would have been preparing for the show tonight,
"I live here," she motioned to her door,
"Wait really?" The American had often seen the other two roommates but never knew that there was a third.
"Yeah," the Australian nodded before she got an idea,
"Are you busy right now?" She added with a smile,
"I was planning to go on a run if you want to join?" The football offered as the girl let out a laugh thinking he was trying to be funny.
"I have a better idea," the sports pundit realised that he was being serious so of course she had to come up with an excuse.
"Come over and I can make us Martinis," she never really made them but she was craving one,
Which was why she took a stop at the local Tesco to get some supplies.
"It's the middle of the season," Christian shook his head knowing that the gaffer would kill him,
"Umm, I could make us food?" Willow offered instead knowing that there was pasta in the flat that was already dry from a few weeks ago,
So she kind of had to eat it soon anyways.
"What kind?" The offer was sounding nicer to Christian the more he listened.
"Umm anything to do with pasta," it seemed to be the only thing she was craving so she figured that she should cook it.
"Homemade?" He had grown up with Italian neighbours and since then he disliked eating any pasta that was store-bought.
"Christian, my Nonna is Italian. I should be offended you think that I would buy pasta." The blonde sent him a glare as he shrugged,
"Then you have yourself a deal." The brunette nodded as his stomach rumbled,
"All this mention of food is making me hungry." He added as Willow let out a laugh,
