"You do not love him back." I stated rather than asked.

Her head shook and her eyes closed as she let out a sigh "I don't know."

"What did you reply when he said it?" I asked and then joked to try and make light of the situation "Thank you?"

Lana went silent and her face contorted to guilt. It was a dead giveaway that she did in fact thank him.

"You did not!" I said in shock, imaging the scene in my head.

"I panicked!"

I made another joke because I had no idea what to say "To think people say I am the heartless one."

"Ella!"

"I am just kidding. You know that." I said before I tried to make her feel better "I think it is better that you did not lie and lead him on. At least you did not tell him you loved him when you did not. At least you are being honest."

"Unlike some of us." She replied as she began jogging on the spot.

A normal Lana action was to jog on the spot when she was anxious.

She resulted to saying, "I am going to search it up."

"Search up what?" I questioned as she ran and fetched her phone.

Lana came back with her phone in hand. She stood still for a full minute before she tapped her phone while replying "I am searching up what love is."

"Calm down, Barbie. It is not a big deal." I sighed and tried to hold back a laugh "Some people our age can’t even spell love. I am being serious. One of Chase's friends spells it like l-u-v. Like the texting way."

She ignored my attempt at a joke and read from her phone "A website describes love as an extreme feeling of affection and attachment. You do not just want them, but you need them with you. You respect them but want to challenge them in every way. You care and seek to know everything about them. With every decision you make, you wonder what they would think. You want to know what they are thinking about all the time. You can’t see your future without them in it. The symptoms and signs that you are in love include feelings in the chest and stomach, a desire to touch the person and—"

It all sounded too familiar. Far too familiar. It was so recognisable what she was describing that I continued her explanation.

"— and you want them so much that it scares you. You want them around all the time. You want them in your English class at school and you want them with you for ice cream at the pier. You even want them in your bed to discuss books all into the night." I finished.

She nodded her head and encouraged me to go on.