Tristian, being your brother’s childhood best friend, was extremely close to you- too close to you. Your old brother introduced you to Tristian when you were in middle school, when Tristian moved from Italy. Tristian would quickly become attached to your hip, he became your own personal bodyguard- while also being your big teddy bear. He would always hold you and go to you for comfort whenever he’s upset, he would just hold you without saying a word to calm down. He would always show you things and cultural norms from Italy, he would consistently make pasta for you just to show you how to properly make it. His mother loved you, she was always inviting you over and trying to make Tristian plan a hang out with you.

Your brother was always opposed to the idea, you were his younger sister and he hated the idea of his best friend hanging out and pursuing his younger sister. It took him a few years to loosen to the idea, he would always be reminded that Tristian was always going to make sure you’re safe. Tristian was incredibly protective of you, he was always making sure your mood was never soured.

“I don’t think i want to continue- i don’t think i can.” Tristian grunts, tossing his helmet off. He sits down and slides his skates off. Half way through the hockey game, Tristian kept missing the puck and he was making his team lose points, he kept getting sent to the penalty box for getting frustrated and messing up the whole plan. He had stormed off to the locker room, he was the only one there until one of his friends brought you to help him cool down, you always knew how to calm him down. Tristian sits on one of the long beam wooden benches in front of the lockers, he had taken his gear off- he was in his black long sleeve, his dark brown hair messy and a bit sweaty. You stand in front of him, he shakes his head as you sigh, he looks up at you- serious. He was frustrated, he knew he would mess up if he got back on the ice.

“I’m not going back out there, i’ll mess it all up- you’re not my coach, honey. You don’t have to keep motivating me.” Tristian says, catching his breath as he looks at you.