Skinny Love (completed)

Easter at Tristan's ...

Easter at Tristan's was hectic. His brother was in a wheelchair and was wheeling around the house with kids on his lap. It was adorable and yet sad at the same time. Little kids ran around with toys and chocolate they had received in Easter baskets. Tristan only had an older brother that was in the same graduation class as Violet and all the little kids were cousins.

"This is my dad," Tristan introduced. I shook the man's hand and tried to wear my best smile. His mother came up from behind and smiled when she saw me.

"It's nice to meet you, Jasmine." His dad said. His dad was a little shorter than me and his mom was shorter than him. "Tristan has told us a lot about you."

"I hope all the good things." I joked. Tristan wrapped an arm around me, placing his large hand on my shoulder.

His mom looked me up and down and noticed her son's sweatshirt under my arm. "Yes. Well we thought our Tristan was a trouble maker and had found a nice girl until he didn't come home the other night."

"Mom," Tristan warned. I wondered where his deep voice came from. His dad certainly didn't have as deep of tone as his. "I explained to you before that I fell asleep and just decided to stay there all day yesterday." My face was hot and I knew for sure now that his parents weren't impressed with me.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Cole. I should have told Tristan to go home before allowing him to fall asleep."

His dad shook his head and said, "No worries. Just, not again, understand? As long as the two of you didn't do anything stupid either." He walked away and I felt stupid.

"Don't listen to them," Tristan knelt and whispered in my ear. "They've never liked any of my girlfriends."

"That's not reassuring."

"Come on, I want you to meet Dave." That was Tristan's brother, David.

Tristan stopped his older brother's wheelchair and turned him around to meet me after getting all the little kids off Dave's lap. "This is Jasmine."

"Yeah, I know." His brother sarcastically said. My eyes grew as I recognized the Senior from last year when I was a sophomore.

"David Cole." I said. "I remember you." I waved and he waved back. He didn't look a thing like Tristan. Tristan has a lot of their dad in his face. David has a lot of their mom in him. His hair was lighter than Tristan's and his eyes weren't vibrant blue but a loose green. He had a beard and it wasn't exactly kept up. He wore shorts. And where once strong thighs and calves once tore at his skin, pale skin overstretched loose muscles and looked like they hadn't been used for a while.

David and I spoke for a little about track and I was glad someone in the family liked me.

"Your sister is Violet, right?" I nodded.

"I was wondering if you guys knew each other,"

"Yeah, we were both in student council together. Weird how our two younger siblings are dating each other." I blushed.

"Were you guys close?"

"I think so. We haven't talked though since we went our separate ways. I went to California and she went to Princeton." I nodded, wondering why Violet never mentioned him. I knew him from track, but I never thought my sister was friends with him. "How is she doing by the way?" He asked. I studied his eyes and read that he was truly interested in how she was doing.

"She visits a lot." I simply said.

"Oh, is she visiting now?"

"Yeah, she has the same break as the high school so she's here all week."