Like Real People Do - Jill Roord

Future Of Something In Nothing

Jill's POV

"Ochtend Hunter, it's me - Jill," I gulped, the air around me felt thick even if I was stood in the depths of the Dutch countryside, "Maybe you are still asleep but we haven't spoken in a few days, I just wanted to check in and see how you are. I miss you but I will be home in two days so I'll see you soon. Call me when you get this, I love you. Bye."

I put the phone back in my pocket, clearing my throat and looking at the forests that surrounded me, I hoped a walk in the nature around my childhood home would help me to clear my mind. Clear all the thoughts I wanted to forget for now; loosing the semi-finals, leaving my family soon, the start of an even higher pressured season, but most of all Hunter.

Our phone calls, as promised, had started off frequently, at least twice a day she'd call me morning and night. We'd speak for hours, I'd put my family on the phone and she'd laugh with them too as she did chores and jobs around the house. Then in the evenings, we'd talk until her eyes started to droop and responses grew sloppy, eventually I'd wish her goodnight and let her go to sleep.

Then our calls became more scattered, once a day or a couple of missed mornings which I excused for her probably being busy, maybe wanting a lay-in. But then our conversations became two or three times a week, her voice was tired and her responses were always sloppy; I couldn't understand her half of the time, she'd go on about the most random things with words that made no sense. 

Now I hadn't heard from Hunter in a week, despite ringing her every single day. I couldn't find an excuse for her, I didn't know what had happened but I dreaded to find out when I returned to London in forty-eight hours time, I already knew I'd miss the peace here, and always being around my family, but I also couldn't wait any longer to get back to her. 
I just wanted to be by Hunter's side, hold her hand and help her through whatever was going on right now, I knew something was. Ever since we played each other at the semi-finals, I knew something was going on inside the girls mind, I also could see her friends were worried but I couldn't read the thoughts inside the brunette's head; she often kept them locked up, ensuring the key was stored close to her heart. 

But I was fairly certain she'd tell me, Hunter trusted me, I trusted her as well and that was important to me. Her and I didn't keep secrets, we were too close for that. 
I could've built an entire religion on the belief of her and I, on us, and the fact we were always meant to be. I thought back to the mystery brunette at the club on my first night with Arsenal, I was drawn to her even then, even when everyone warned me away. I looked at her, I remember her looking back at me, and from that very moment I knew we'd be something; I'd never seen a future of something in nothing before, but Hunter was special. She was the one. 

Later that evening, I was sat in the living room with my grandparents and cousins, some of which were engaged in a fierce game of Monopoly but I'd chosen to sit out tonight, there was a beauty in just watching them. Well it had been a wholesome sight until they began to bicker and throw threats around the room, with scares of flipping over the board and stealing money from one another. The Roord family was nothing if not competitive. 

My phone began to ring, I saw Hunter's name flash across the screen and my heart must have skipped a beat, my lungs pausing as I waited for my mind to react. Which it finally did when I took to my feet and excused myself to my room, quickly picking up the phone as I dashed up the stairs.

"Hunter? Hello?" I closed the door softly behind me, trying to catch my breath without letting her know that I'd just flew up a flight of stairs.

"Jill?" She questioned, I caught onto the confusion of her tone, "Is that you?"

"Well yes, you called me," I let out a chuckle, but it was dry. It was dry and hesitant. 

"Right," Hunter replied, still sounding unconvinced.