Don't Look Back In Anger ~ J.R.

Chapter 1

As the plane flopped unsteadily onto the roads of the Heathrow Airport, Juno Seton held her breath and squeezed the armrests on her sides, which if not made out of metal, would have probably been dented, leaving mark of her completely uncontrollable fear of turbulence. 

Flying on her own wasn't new for Juno, she was quite used to travelling by air from Germany to England and back, but it still didn't mean that she loved it. Although she seemed to have a tough exterior on the pitch, in her day to day life Juno was quite easygoing and nice to everyone around her, unless you caught her when she's run out of patience or on a very early morning. She also enjoyed joking around way too much, even if she told you there could never be enough jokes. But because of this naughty habit of hers, she did get into some kind of trouble most trainings, usually getting on Phil Neville's last nerves. 

But if you asked anyone, absolutely anyone that knew the young girl, what they thought of her, they would all tell you that they loved her, because they did. Juno was outgoing, smart, witty and charismatic, not to mention her looks and her ability on the pitch. To everyone, she was this perfect spectacle that you could simply watch for hours and continue to be amazed by. And to be honest, she did play that role particularly well. To everyone, she was the star girl, a flawless creature that would never let you down, on the pitch and off. Maybe that wasn't so bad, right?

Nearing the airport's exit Juno found her ride home. Leah Williamson stood next to Georgia Stanway and Kiera Walsh, all of them talking among themselves, patiently waiting for their best friend to arrive to reunite their close knit quartet. Kiera was first to notice her, always having preferred being observant rather to super talkative, "Jo! Over here!" she exclaimed while waving enthusiastically, notifying the other two of Juno's presence. 

Them three girls had always been very close to Juno ever since her first England senior camp. She knew Leah from Arsenal and the others she had met before but had never really gotten to know them, so when she arrived at St. George's Park at the ripe age of 18, with that fierce look in her eyes and a cunning competitiveness, they knew they'd be inseparable.

"How was your flight? Not too much turbulence I hope." Leah spoke as they helped load the questionable amount of luggage onto the car. Juno's face proved Leah's wishes not to be fulfilled as her eyes widened and her head shook side to side. "I almost died, I swear I thought I was not going to make it." Georgia, used to her dramatics answered, "Oh poor Juney!" And with that the two younger girls began to bicker, not stopping until they reached their friend's apartment.

A few hours later, the four best friends were still unpacking, helping Juno back into her old apartment. "God Juno, I swear! How do you own so much stuff!?" Exclaimed Leah, tired of folding shirts and trousers into the dresser. "It's not even that much... I left a lot of stuff here before I left...". 

That night the quartet drank wine, bottle after bottle, not realising the time or their consumption as they were so engrossed in Juno's anecdotes. Suddenly, Georgia asked the question Juno was hoping to avoid; "So, Jo, there at Bayern, was there anyone who maybe caught your eye?" Kiera and Leah joined in with coo's and dramatic exclamations of romantic gestures.

"No, no one." Juno replied casually. She had always been a good liar.

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- Lola:)