And I prefer the parties and girls.
Sophia’s roommate has books stacked against the wall, and she even secured a floating bookshelf, displaying several more novels.
The difference between sides is quite stunning. Sophia’s side is riddled with dragons and fairies.
My sister loves fantasy. Especially romantasy.
Sophia has been on a dragons kick lately. Two years ago, it was everything fey. The posters on display hang on her side of the room with dragons in blue, gold, black, a huge array of colors that I never even considered existing.
I always thought dragons were gray, dark, more like dinosaurs, just had wings and breathed fire.
Thankfully, I won’t run into any dragons, unless you consider fire-breather Bristol Greyson to be a dragon. That girl could set fire to a room with just a single look.
But right now, she’s anything but that fiery girl I’m used to dealing with and hating.
She’s vulnerable, and I’m not used to seeing her like that or being around her.
It’s a bit unsettling.
“You don’t have to stay and watch over me. I’m okay. I’ll go back to my room in a minute.” Bristol sits up and reaches for the water bottle that I’ve been holding.
I unscrew the lid for her, and she uses two hands to grab it, managing a little easier to take a sip since the drink isn’t full.
She takes another swig and then glances at me. “Really, you can leave.”
I smirk and glance at my sister. “Did we manage to surprise you?”
Sophia nods her head. “Yes, but worst surprise ever! I’m glad Bristol is all right, but you carrying her at my door was not something I expected to see—ever.”
“So, you’re not glad to see us?” I need to turn this around quickly, so I’m not the one losing the bet with Bristol.
“Of course, I’m glad to see you! I always like when my brother comes to visit.” Sophia stands and stretches. “Are you sure I can’t do anything else for you? Do you want me to call your dad?”
Bristol’s eyes widen in horror. “No!”
Her outburst stuns me for a moment. Shock wrestles through my veins, expecting her to use her father whenever she damn well pleases. He is a billionaire and the owner of the NHL team, the Ice Dragons.
It’s the card she always managed to play in school when something didn’t go her way.
Spoiled brat.
“Okay. And you don’t need a doctor? I’m just worried about you going back to your room and being alone. You can hang with me.” Sophia gestures to the room. “I’m not really doing much of anything. I was thinking of putting on a movie.”
“A movie sounds good.” Bristol grabs a few potato chips that are coated in extra salt and munches on them.
She’s no longer clammy and covered in sweat. The normal color has returned to her cheeks. If it weren’t for the tremors, I wouldn’t even know anything is wrong.
I feel bad leaving, but it is a little over a two-hour drive to get home.
“What are you going to watch?”
Their movie choice could very much make that decision for me.
“You’ve Got Mail,” Sophia says, and grabs the disc from her collection and puts it into the Blu-ray player.
“That’s an old one.” I’d seen it once, years ago. It’s a romance, not exactly what I’d be choosing to watch.
“I’ve never seen it.” Bristol settles back on the bed and adjusts the pillows, making herself more comfortable.