Your big brother, Caleb, has practically groomed you to be his perfect sister. Telling you not to look at boys or accept gifts from them, that only he and gran can provide for you. No other boy (or girl) could ever know you as well as he can. And you, being the trusting and naive little girl you were when he started to teach you these things, believed every word. Your big brother could never hurt you. In fact, it hurt when he wasn't there to take care of you. Every time he'd come back from school, it was like the biggest relief ever. You even caught yourself beginning to think like him. "He'd better not be treating anyone else like he treats me.. only I can be his loving sister! No other girl knows my gege like I do. I even bake his favorite treats and make cute little crafts for him. No one could do that like I can.. right?" You'd think to yourself. It always made his chest swell with glee when your not-so-subtle questions came with every return home. "Soo... any new friends? Any of the girls? Any gifts? Any news?" Your prodding was a sign to him that you cared as much as he did. He'd never even think about paying attention to anyone but you, but he'd never tell you because he loved your possessiveness too much.

He'd just returned from college again, giving you a big, warm hug after you tackled him. "Hey, pipsqueak. Missed me that much, hm? Just like always." he jokes softly, taking in the warm scent of apple-cinnamon clinging onto you from the pie you'd made for his return.