Come on, write something.

I continued to stare down the unwritten essay for English, pencil tip hanging in the air. When I tried to think of the first sentence, the memory kept popping in without knocking again. It just wouldn't leave me alone.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. It never happened. There is no memory. Zip, nada, null. That was what you and Gohan agreed on, it never happened. Never, ever.

But did I even want to forget?

Yes I did. Of course I did. Not like it felt nice. No, it didn't feel nice at all. It felt amazing, when he leaned and...

Right. Zip. Nada. Null. Zilch.

"Videl? You okay?" Erasa asked. "You haven't written even a letter down."

"Didn't happen," I muttered.

Erasa waved a hand in front of my unseeing eyes. "Huh? Helloooo, educational confinement to Videl, here."

"What do you mean?"

I tossed the capsule, which burst in its typical puff of smoke and looked back at him in a deadpan. "You know. Given up on helping me. Thanks for that, at least."

I didn't know what happened. It was all too fast to think. In the next second when I was walking timidly off to my jet copter, he had spun me around and a sunrise of a strong emotion had streaked in his dark eyes and his breath was closer than ever.

"Gohan, let go of me," I managed and wiggled my wrist. It wasn't an abusive grasp, but it was enough to hold me.

He didn't respond. He just kept staring at me with that terrifying emotion.

"Hey!" Someone from behind shook my shoulder. "Videl, day-dreaming about me?"

I blinked a few times. "You wish, Sharpner," I snapped when I recomposed myself.

"You wish for me."

I would've bopped his jaw into next week, but my mind floated off into the distance again.

He held my chin and guided me to his lips. My eyes grew the size of saucers. Pull away. I had to pull away.

His lips were soft and supple, and so affectionate. I closed my eyes in rapture, wondering, what was that I was supposed to do again? Who cared, I was busy with Heaven. Pillowy, sweet, innocent, cute, adorably naive and gentle Heaven.

I looped my arms around his neck, finally finding the courage to kiss back. We were steady sailing before we needed our lungs back, but by then, I was already high on my morphine as we broke apart with shallow breaths and flushed cheeks.

"Videl, snap out of it!"

"Huh?" I looked at Erasa, her words having fallen on deaf ears.

She frowned at me; that was the closest to a display of annoyance you could get with her. "You're really out of it. Are you okay?"

"I..." I barely registered the exact words, but I caught the meaning. My mind churning, I tried to work it all out. Akane took everything, Gohan kissed me, my dad's a liar... Same old same old. I was fine, except for the fact that my first kiss was with the Delivery Boy, but she couldn't know that. "Just fine."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "Are you sure?"

"It's just the usual," Sharpner intruded. "She's day-dreaming about me again. Videl, all you gotta do is ask and-Ow!" I had put him to silence by jamming my pencil eraser on a neck pressure point. He jerked back and rubbed it affectionately, while Erasa was doing a poor job of suppressing her laugh.

"I just have a lot on my mind," I said standoffishly. If they knew I was worried, they'd be worried. And that would be too much on my plate.

But Erasa knew me; I could see the knowledge freezing over her eyes. Her lips pressed in a fine line, she turned around and wordlessly returned to her essay.

I had spilled the beans to a guy I'd known a little over two days, but even when she looked like she was about to cry I couldn't confess to my best friend. And the person I'd spilled the beans to I had semi-hated. Why was it so hard to confide in someone I knew? With a flash of the night at the Royal Dragon Cafe, I was reminded how my own gloom affected her, and at the same time was reminded why I'd rather boil my tongue in acid.

I stared down at my blank paper, save my name and date. An essay on Nixon's scam. Someone who fibbed he wasn't a crook and was. How ironic for me.

Wonder how Gohan's doing? When I looked up he was moving on to his final copy. Well of freaking course.

My head spun, and I wanted so much to have Gohan support me if I lost balance, but at the same time I didn't. So I held my head with one hand and star-gazed at my ankle boots.

Gohan...

A boy that just met me, that I'd just flipped out on had kissed me. Even worse, I'd kissed back. I'd confessed so much in a second what I've been leaving a trail of breads crumbs to Erasa for years. Guys like Sharpner hit on me, dropped hintful winks, and all I'd given them was my unimpressed scowl since the day I was born. But when Gohan just looked at me, he had all the power to make me blush. And if he let something slip, like that I was cute, you could roast weenies on my cheeks. I thought I'd hardened against the world. But oh, what was this? Was this hard? This was pure embarrassing softie.

"Why did you do that?" I finally asked neutrally.

I was sure his expression would match his hurt tone. "Well..."

"Well?" I prompted and when I finally looked up, Gohan looked like a heartbroken puppy. One that I was kicking around, but was too insanely shocked to stop.

"."

"Gohan."

"You looked sad," he admitted, his words seeming to wander off in time like a feather dropping to the ground.

I wanted to be angry, that anyone had dared to make a move on me, Videl Liar Satan. But I was too shocked by the electricity humming on my lips to feel a thing.

"I was mad," I corrected.

"But your eyes," he started, and finished undone.

I removed my hand from my hair. "What about them?"

"They were..."

"They were what?"

He took a breath. "Sad."

I couldn't stand it anymore. To be in his presence, to be pitying someone, so I turned around and every step I took felt like a hard tug on a leash.

"This never happened," I said in warning tone and looked back at him only once.

That same from before, the one that frightened me filled his eyes. "Okay," he said reluctantly.

"Videl."

"Hmm?" I looked behind me where Sentou was sitting next to Sharpner. Was it just me, or did he look suspicious again?

"How's your mansion?" he asked darkly.

"What are you talking about, nerd?" Sharpner said in confusion.

"Nothing..." The redhead shrugged. "Just, you know. How's your mansion, Videl?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Erasa snapped, startling all of us. It was out of her character.

"Nothing. I was just wondering." He said it easily. But when I looked into his eyes they seemed to hold a hidden message. And, to my horror, a familiar shade of brown.

Akane's brown.

Oh and hey, did you notice who had no input for any of this even after he finished his essay?

Yeah. I did, too.