21.2.23

"ah here he comes" i say as i see him poke his head around the door early this morning

"Chloe can you please just let me play today"

"Trent you know i can't just let you play if you're injured"

"so its a no?"

"what? i haven't checked yet, haven't seen you here for a bloody week mate, come in and we'll decide"

he walks in

me and Trent have become pretty good friends since ive come, mainly becuase he shows up here quite a bit because of his ankle, and also because we found out he lives on a block of flats right behind my block of flats, so he ends up showing up at mine randomly with his playstation to make me play call of duty with him

"these are the training reports and whatever else you need" he says handing me some papers

"thank you" i smile

i put the paper down on my desk and walk over to the examining bed where he sat

i look at his ankle, there was no more swelling left and he could move it perfectly fine, though it didn't mean he was 100 percent healed

"oh please chloe ive actually done everything a physio has told me to do for once, ive not driven, ive sat on my sofa for a whole week, that looks like a perfectly good ankle to me"

"put your shoes on and come to my desk"

i sit down on my side of the desk and he sits on one of the chairs on the other side

i pick up the reports he gave me and i have a skim through the papers

i look up for a second and i see trent messing with my pile of paperclips

"oi you child stop it"

"what its funny"

he rattles the paperclips with his hands making a very jarring sound

"shush or i wont let you play"

"nah man thats a big threat, anyways seriously though whats going on?"

"well as far as i can see from the reports and from what ive seen of your ankle it looks pretty good, though im scared if you play a full 90 minutes that'll increase your risk of injury and you'll need more recovery time, but you've got another game in 4 days so i think i will speak to my dad, he wants you on, Trent he really been pestering me to get you in shape for the game, but i think you'll only be playing the second half, if not a bit less

"well its better than nothing"

"true"

"have you got anything now?" he asks

"nah im free till 4 then i have to go to anfield for the match"

"i was going to grab a coffee, do you want to come?"

"sure"

.

chloestephens

matchday coffee with bestie

liked by trentarnold66 and 12,233 others

trentarnold66 thanks for letting me play lmao

↳ chloestephens ur lucky

sofiebrian oi wdym bestie i wasnt there

↳ chloestephens 😬

.

at around 4, i drive to anfield to meet my dad for the game, he decided he would come seperate to the team today as he needed to get some preparations done for the match

were from Liverpool actually, just that i grew up in manchester because my dad was working for man city, and when i went to uni, i moved to London, and thats where i lived for 4 years, after uni i decided that i would stay, i kinda just worked for the NHS for some time while living with my flatmate and bestie to this day Sofie, i guess thats just why i don't have the accent, my mum and dad have remains of it but me and my brother just don't. When i got the job with dad in Liverpool i was actually really happy since i loved liverpool a lot, most of my family lives there and its just a bit more affordable and considerably less gloomier than London. 

Sofie is also scouse, and she was planning on moving back to Liverpool anyways and so when she heard i was moving she tagged along, and though we don't live together anymore, i still see her a lot and were still just as good besties

"Chloe, you're here, thats great so whats the news on Trent, can he play?"

"well, good and bad news about that, good news is he can play; but bad news is he can't play the whole game, so your going to have to decide if you want to play him in or not"

"so will he be 100% for the palace game on saturday?"

"depends on what happens today, if he can run with no pain and nothing happens then most likely yes he will be on for crystal palace"

"Okay thanks so much Chloe, you can honestly leave if you want until the match it wont matter much, match is at 9 yeah so be here by 7"

"alright"

.

eventually the match starts and i dont really end up having to do much work, i sat and watched the game from the touchline and luckily nobody got injured, Trent got subbed on in the 52nd minute and he played very well, and thanks to a great goal from Jota, we won 1-0 which was definitely good enough considering our history with real madrid

i get home quite late at around midnight, and i walk into my flat to see that my best friend Sofie was here

"what the fuck are you doing at my flat sofe, god why did i give you my spare key"

"my shower broke, i texted u if i could come but you didn't reply so i just came and took a shower and im going to leave im just waiting for my hair to dry"

"ugh just don't make any noise im tired as fuck i wanna sleep"

"aight go to sleep"

...