Lean on Me || Jill Roord

13. Unhinged London

I leaned my head against the window, meaning I felt every damn bump on the train ride. It was comfortable though, and I was too tired to really care if I was being honest. I watched as the scenery passed by quickly, allowing me only glimpses of the towns the train passed through.

I was headed to London. Today was an adidas shoot day that I was attending with Kyra, who would meet me there; I'd already texted her three times this morning, making sure she had the right time and location. I texted Steph as well just to make sure Kyra didn't forget because, knowing her, she probably would no matter how many texts I sent her. She wasn't very good at texting in the first place.

I enjoyed the last bit of peace and quiet I had until the train neared London, getting busier by the minute. The bustling city life wasn't exactly my scene; sure, everywhere I lived was considered a major city or right outside a major city, but that didn't mean I enjoyed it. I did to an extent, but I had always loved the quieter country much better than the city. It had a peaceful serenity that always seemed to pull me in.

When the train stopped at its final location at King's Cross Station, I collected my things and made my way out of the station, catching an Uber to the shoot location. Kyra had texted me she'd arrived already, which amused me because usually I always arrive before her. She wouldn't be letting me live this down anytime soon.

"What happened to always being earlier than me?" Kyra grinned as I walked through the doors into the large room.

I rolled my eyes. "I can't control trains, Kyra."

"Excuses, excuses." She teased before wrapping me in a big hug. One that I melted into and very much needed. I had missed one of my best friends very much.

She squeezed me a bit tighter before pulling away, "How's the knee?" She asked rather quietly as we walked towards the shoot director, who was talking to the camera crew.

"Been better." She hummed before the shoot director turned his attention to us. She knew I didn't want to talk about it, at least not yet, as it was still sort of fresh in my mind. Sure, it had been over a month, but that didn't mean the wound was healed.

As soon as we were briefed on the shoot, the chaos began, and I don't think I've laughed this hard in a long time. Kyra did some shots by herself, which took ages because she kept laughing. That might've been my doing, but I'm not taking any blame.

"Jill actually brought over a waffle maker? Are you serious?" Kyra couldn't contain her laughter as I was smiling hard. The memory genuinely made me laugh every time. "Yes! And she's made me waffles at least three different times."

"I thought waffles were like a Belgian thing." Kyra furrowed her brows, and I just shrugged.

"How's Arsenal? You aren't giving Steph and Cait too much time, are you?"

Kyra grinned, making me worried. "Oh, it's been lovely. They're like mums to me. And of course I've been causing chaos; do you even know me?" I laughed and rolled my eyes. I'd been friends with Kyra since youth teams, and she'd never fail to get in some sort of trouble at every camp. "Back to you though, how are you and Jill?" She wiggled her eye brows in a teasing manner, and my face flushed.

"We're just friends." I said quietly, and Kyra raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more. "Who might've kissed a few times?"

"And are roommates." Kyra added with a shite-eating grin that I rolled my eyes at.

"That means nothing. She's moving out soon anyway." I trailed off, frowning slightly.

"And you don't want her to." Kyra finished as we began packing up our things. We'd decided to grab a rather late lunch, very early dinner before heading back to Kyra's apartment for a bit.