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The next day was an off day, which I of course planned on spending with Jill. I woke up at 8:30, my sleep rhythm being absolutely trustworthy, curled up to her side just like we fell asleep last night. It was a weird feeling, to lay besides her, knowing that I actually liked her. I wanted to experience all the things with her, the things you could see in movies and read in books, I wanted all of it. Knowing Jill liked to sleep in, I just snuggled a little closer to her, taking in her bloomy scent. It was different to Magda's, not as intense, but nice. My thoughts roamed around the blonde, I couldn't help but imagine all different kinds of things with her, letting my mind go. It was only when her phone screen lightened up that I was brought out of my thoughts. Anna had texted her, Anna Patten, and I smiled. Anna and I knew each other from the English youth teams, even though I had barely experienced any of them before I had gotten into the first team. We were never best friends, not like Georgia and I were at least, but she was in the group of friends that I was in as well and even after we both got called up for the seniors, we met up with the group and spend a lot of time together. Jill and Anna met at Arsenal and I knew they were best friends, it made me happy that they were still in contact.
Anna❤️: Good morning sleepy head, I hope you have a great day and say hi to G and Aurie for me please;)
I smiled at the cute message, before soon settling down again, knowing I could definitely stay here forever.
Two hours later, Jill woke up. To be honest, I had slowly started to get bored, but now that I saw her eyes flatter open, excitement took over once again. She smiled down at me softly, brushing a strand of her messy blonde hair behind her ear.
,,Good morning.", she mumbled, her raspy voice making shivers go down my spine. I smiled back up at her and even through the rare light I could see her eyes shine brightly.
,,Good morning.", I breathed, the moment being almost too beautiful to be true. I could feel the tension between us, feeling both of us lean in so slowly I could've easily made it up. I looked into her deep green eyes, the structure in them seeming to move, and I could make out some of her light freckles. I was about to lean in, when suddenly someone knocked on our door.
,,Good morning lovebirds! Get up, Ursel brought breakfast!", Georgia yelled making Jill laugh and me snicker. I would've loved to just kiss her right there, but I knew our time would come. Just not now.
We got out of bed, I opened the window and made the bed, before putting on some clothes. It was the usual, Jill fitting into our all's morning routine like she'd never done anything else. We were standing in the bathroom, both brushing our teeth in silence when I turned to look at her. She looked absolutely gorgeous, in whatever situation she was in, but then, the bright light, coming from the window, shining into her face as she was careful to not ruin her shirt with toothpaste. She soon looked back at me, our eyes locking once again and I could feel the tension coming back immediately. We held eye contact for a few seconds, breaking away before it could get weird, and continued our morning, as we all sat together in the garden to eat the breakfast Ursel had brought.
The girls were all going out together today, leaving Jill and me alone at home. We had decided to try and cook something, me already having some skills while Jill could barely cook some pancakes without burning them. It'd be fun. When the others were out, we found ourselves in the kitchen.
,,Sooo...", I started, looking over at the blonde as I raised an eyebrow.
,,Don't look at me like that! I can't cook, seriously!", she defended herself as she threw her arms up in the air to show she really couldn't cook. I chuckled at her, before walking over to the fridge. Maybe something easy would do best today.
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