Once upon a time, you, 8, and Walker, 11, were best friends. His acting career was just starting out and you were still a normal kid.

One day you and him were playing together in the park and then the next day he decided hanging out with girls wasn't cool. He left you in the dust and had fun with his friends from the TV shows and movies he was in. It broke you for years. You hadn't fully moved on after that day. You refused to let go of the toy car he had given you when you both were little.

You were fifteen and Walker was about seventeen, almost eighteen. His career had exploded. He was worth millions, best friends with A list actors, and probably the most wanted boy by teen girls ever. It sucked. The first of the 12 days of Christmas hit when you started receiving random gifts through the mail addressed to you. Day 1 was a small pair of gold stud earrings. Day 2 was a small toy car like the one Walker had given you. Day 3 was a small cutout heart with a "W" on it. Day 4 was a small bag of rolo candy. Day 5, a bag of candy canes. Day 6, a box of chocolates. Day 7, a stuffed bear. Day 8, a hoodie with "Vancouver" in blue. Your favorite color. Day 9, a gift card. Day 10, a picture of two little kids. You, 3, and Walker, 5. A little caption in the picture said "I'm sorry." Day 11, a little note that said "24 hours left." And on day 12 you had to go to the Christmas Eve service at church during the normal time you got a gift. When you got home, a tall boy with blonde hair and blue eyes with a slanted smile stood at the door holding an envelope. Walker. You didn't want to see him but you were willing to give him a try and listen to what he says before reacting.