"Not working today?"
"Nope. No plans today. What about you?"
"Nothing too important. Is Tawny working?"
"Eww, I don't know her schedule by heart. I’m not the one sleeping with her."
"We didn't sleep together, Amelia."
"Erectile dysfunction? I should have known. You know they make pills for that. Want my dad to get you some while he's out?"
"While I appreciate the joke, please do not imply your dad has a prescription for Viagra so he can sleep with my mom."
"Okay, fair, that was gross. I take it back."
And even though the conversation feels unfinished, Theo gets up from his chair and leaves the room.
He's so hot and cold. It's exhausting trying to decipher what mood he'll be in.
Just so I don't have to wonder what Theo is doing upstairs, I sit on the couch, open up my laptop, and turn on the TV.
AGame of Thronesrewatch is calling my name. Nothing like blood, gratuitous sex, deception, and violence playing as background noise to distract you from your sulking stepbrother upstairs.
I pick up where I left off, in the middle of season four. I've watched an episode alone when Theo approaches from the sidelines.
"What is this?"
"Umm, excuse me? Haven't you watchedGame of Thrones?"
"I kept meaning to. But then I left the country and the Wi-Fi was always shitty. I could barely send emails let alone stream shows."
My love for Jon Snow makes me shove aside my indifferent feelings about Theo.
"You don't knowanythingabout this show? The red wedding? Hardhome? Battle of the bastards?"
"Amelia, I have no clue what any of this is."
I remove the blanket I'm buried in. Grabbing Theo's wrist, I drag him back to the couch and make him sit next to me.
"Hang on." I go back to the menu and start over on season one, episode one. "You said you didn't have plans today?"
"No, not really."
"Great. You're watching with me. You don't have a choice."
I see him fighting a smile out of the corner of my eye.
Idon'tknowifit's the opening scene with the mysterious blue-eyed child or the intro to the show, but I'm fucking pumped.
Game of Throneshas me by the balls, and Amelia's intensity as she describes each character is laughable.
"Robb is one of my favorites. Well, no, Jon Snow," she tells me.
"Ned Stark seems like a cool guy so far."
She releases a cry that sounds more like a whimper. I don't know how to interpret that but I turn back to the show.
"Wait, they are blood siblings and they're fucking?"
