Leo was a little taken aback at her response. He'd always called his baby sister Preslet. It was like "little Presley" or something. What was wrong with it now? He put his hands up. "Okay, no nicknames." he said, taking a step back. "I wrote you a note. You didn't respond. I came to see what was up." That was his right as an older brother, right?

"Really?" Presley said sarcastically. "Now you want to be friends?" That was so ridiculous! "You know what, Leo? You can't throw me in the garbage, then expect me to be your friend because I wrote to your fiance." Presley slammed her book shut and stood up, ready to storm away.

"And I came to apologize." He cut in. "Pres, I realize that what I did wasn't very brotherly, but I want to make it up to you. I want to be like we used to be." He was still her brother. But Maine wasn't going away. Because as much as he loved Presley, there was no way ever that he would give up Maine because his sister was jealous or something. "But, Presley, you have to know that Maine is here to stay."