When I peered back up at Lana, she looked sheepish and unsure what to say so I spoke instead.

"Thank you. It is beautiful." I told her as I sent her a grateful look.

"Open the other one." She said excitedly.

Tearing open the sparkly wrapping paper, I expected to find some kind of book because of the feeling of it.

It was so much better than a book. It was a photo album. I opened the first page and seen photos of us both when we were younger. I flipped through more pages. There were loads of photos of Lana and me. Some just silly selfies. Most of them us eating food. All of them were so precious to me and I could not fight the happiness as I kept going through them.

"I love it." I gushed at the book she made me before I leapt at her to give her the biggest hug "Thank you so much, Barbie."

"You are welcome, Freak Show." She said back as she wrapped her arms around me.

"I have been a real shitty friend." I cried into her shoulder.

She pulled back and scowled "That is the furthest thing you have been. You have always put me before yourself. You are entirely selfless. You have looked after me ever since we were ten. Now it is my turn to look after you."

Smiling at her stubborn expression, I thought to myself that she had spent too much time with me. My stubbornness has rubbed off on her.

"Every time you think about others happiness before your own. That is why you are pushing away Stone. You think you are a burden to him but you are not." She emphasised each word as she continued her speech "You try and hide it but I know that you have a low self esteem. You do not think you are good enough but you are so unbelievably wrong."

I kept quiet.

"Ella, you are more than enough."

To avoid her scowl and because I loved her more than anything, I brought her back into a hug.

As I embraced her, I noticed another item on the other sofa. It was not wrapped. It was just a plain cardboard box.

I pulled away and pointed to the package as I asked her "What is that?"

Lana looked at it before answering "Stone left it. I guess it is your birthday present from him."

As well as not reading the note, I would not be opening that box.

"Put it in your room." I instructed her and fought against the urge to run over there and open it "Keep the box from me. There is a piece of paper in the kitchen from him as well. Put it with it and hide it from me."

She watched me for a second before nodding once.