Tristan did not like airports, but today he was willing to put aside his absolute disdain for them to pick up his youngest sister, Jasmine. She was the baby of the family, and though as far as age went he was considerably older than her by about four years or so; he was in his last year of Glassview high and she was just entering it. Tristan was excited, he was like superman to her. Or batman. Whichever was cooler. Tristan was the oldest, and he was always the responsible adult at home, though in Glassview everyone knew that here was a completely different story. He was a womanizer, and every girl knew that if they were with him, it was nothing serious. Jasmine was the only girl who got special privileges as his little sister, and he treated her like the princess she was. Tristan was going to protect her, and make sure that no man would treat her badly. He was going to keep her innocent as long as he could protect her. When Tristan's father told him that Jazzie was returning home, he was told to protect her from anything bad and to make sure that if she dates that he is a good man. Tristan fully intended to keep that promise. Tristan took care of Jasmine when she was young since he was the eldest and his parents were always busy with politics and social events.
Grinning as he saw Jasmine walking down the stairs, Tristan met her at the bottom of the stairs, hugging her tightly as he spun her around in circles happily. He didn't care if people were looking, he didn't care whether people thought they looked silly. She was his baby sister, and he hadn't seen her for quite some time. " How has home been, Jazzie?" Tristan asked as he put her down," Mom still smothering you to death?" He missed his parents, but wasn't planning on visiting them any time soon. Tristan enjoyed his freedom and his independence, and didn't mind not spending too much time with them. Too much time with the parents made him crazy.
" I bet you're hungry, let's go get something to eat, to celebrate your first day in Glassview" Tristan said, ruffling her hair with a smile as he lead her outside the airport and into the car. He hated airports, and wasn't going to stay in there anymore. Airports were stuffy and horrible. The car was cool compared to how hot it was outside. Tristan preferred the cold, and would rather it be winter though, summer was only nice because he didn't have school then. Sitting in the car, Tristan felt his phone ringing," Hello?" He said as he answered, smiling at who it was. " Hey man! What's up?... I can't, I'm spending the day with my little sis... Yea, she's finally here... You can meet her later, stop talking to me and spend time with your wife, fool." He said, hanging up the phone. Tristan smiled at how confused Jasmine was. " You remember Razz? He got married, god, he lucked out. You should meet his wife, you would like Emilia." He commented. Tristan trusted Emilia and Razz with his baby sister. He knew that Emilia was a wonderful influence, and Razz would keep her safe too. They were bros, and the same rule applied to Razz's siblings.