My name is Bella Chilwell but everyone calls me Sunny, I'm 24 years old and I work as my brothers personal assistant.
It's just another Sunday afternoon, I'm currently tidying up mine and Ben's place after sorting through his emails.
Things have been insane recently, Ben got called up to play in the England Squad for the Euros 2020. We are all so incredibly proud of my twin brother but with all the added pressure Ben needed an extra pair of hands to help him with everything so I quit my job and became the personal assistant to Ben Chilwell the Chelsea Defender.
I have to say that I do really enjoy it, there were a few years that Ben and I spent apart due to our lives heading in different directions. I went off to University and Ben's football career took off, we tried to keep up with each other as much as possible but after a year it became impossible to keep track of time so I'm so grateful to be living and working with my best friend. Typical of us its like no time had passed at all and we just picked up where we left things, it really has been a wild ride so far but I couldn't really ask to share it with anyone else.
Today had consisted of sorting out our schedule for next week, we had a full and intense few weeks ahead and it was almost impossible to get everything organised and perfect but I did it.
I'm rewarding myself by ordering a huge pizza, I usually stick to the same diet as Ben when he's training but I really deserve some carbs right now. I'm sat at the breakfast bar when I hear the door unlock and voices travel down the hall and into the kitchen signifying that my brother wasn't alone. It was a regular thing that the house was never empty as much as it pained me as it actually meant that I had to get dressed and couldn't spent the day in my pjs because of the unexpected visitors I loved having the boys here.
"Sunny?" Ben called as he took his shoes off
"In the kitchen" I responded jumping up from my seat and headed towards his voice
I was greeted by three very smiley boys all looking very happy to see me
"Shoes please boys" I pointed at them with my eyes squinted as last time they came home from training they left muddy foot prints on my gorgeous white carpet
"Yes Miss Chilwell" Mason Mount saluted before kicking his shoes off
"You too Grealish! Just because you are my favourite doesn't mean that rules don't apply to you" I poked my best friend Jack Grealish in the arm who was too busy texting
"Ouch Jesus Sunny, you have such boney fingers!" Jack whined as he rubbed his arm
Mason stood pouting at me, looking like a cute little puppy dog.
"Can I help you Mase?" I laughed
"How come Jack is your favourite? What about me?" Mason sulked pulling me in for a hug
"I don't make the rules Mase, how can I not love that little accent?? Plus he brings me Starbucks on his day off" I hugged Mason back and reached forward to hug Jack and my brother
"Kiss ass" Mason pushed Jack causing us all to laugh
The three boys disappeared into the games room for the next few hours, I sat on the sofa catching up on my social media listening to the boys raging and bickering over the game they played. It's a good job we don't have any neighbours I thought to myself as I shook my head, just as I got up to grab myself a drink the door bell goes. Just on queue! I'm starving and all I could think about was that greasy pizza as I walked over to answer the door and grabbed my food, I payed the pizza man and gave him a tip before sitting at the dinner table with my pizza and a glass of wine.
