Sad that Chilly didn't get called up for qualifiers but at the same time I'm not surprised bc literally no one's played him for like three months. Kinda pissing me off. Anyways, REMEMBER, vote and comment:)
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Your Name: Tiara Abraham
Context: Tammy Abraham's sister and Ben Chilwell have never gotten along. Is it because they hate each other? Or is there something more?
(Pretend Tammy's still on Chelsea for this)
First person POV
"Yeah by the way you absolutely suck at FIFA." I spat.
"I'm an eighty fucking one. If anyone sucks it's you Tiara." Ben shot back.
"I'm not even a football player dumbass." I retorted.
"That's the point smart one." Ben rolled his eyes.
"Where's my brother?" I asked impatiently.
"How am I supposed to know?" Ben glared.
"You're his and Mason's roommate dummie. God you're so daft." I mumbled.
"Well if I knew then obviously I'd tell you! For all I know he could be at the petrol station." Ben replied.
I huffed and fell back onto the sofa. I'd come to my elder brother's apartment to grab him so we could hang out. I got in via the key Tammy gifted me. Unfortunately, Mason and Tammy were out running errands so I was stuck with Ben Chilwell who seemed to have a love for getting on my nerves. We'd been exchanging shots for ten minutes now. If I were to spend one minute longer with him, I'd surely die.
We bickered for another five minutes before the sounds of the door opening reached our ears. My face lit up when I saw Mason Mount and my brother Tammy come in.
"Thank god!" I exclaimed, rushing over to hug them.
The two smiled before realising something.
"Hold up. You two, were alone together?" Mason started.
"And you didn't murder each other?" Tammy finished.
"Unfortunately that's correct." I scoffed.
"Well. Progress people." Tammy mused.
"Anyways, Tia you wanted to hit the shops yeah?" My brother confirmed.
"Yeah I need some stuff." I murmured.
"Like what?" Mason raised an eyebrow.
I shot Mason a look before trying to come up with a suitable report for my brother. Mason knew what I was shopping for. He was my best friend, I had to tell him. But now it seemed as if he was spilling the beans to Tammy.
