A/N: Too tired to write an author's note… Here ya go…
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"Football?" she asked, confused. She usually didn't play football with any of her other friends. She liked the game and all, but she hadn't really had the opportunity to play since… since… well hell, since she was at the orphanage. That was such a long time ago though when she thought about it. It really wasn't on the Briefs' to-do list.
"Football," he affirmed solemnly.
A thought cossed her mind, "Do you mean tackle, or…."
"If we were played tackle you would already be on the ground beneath me," he scoffed, then added with a smirk, "Come to think of it, maybe would should play tackle."
She laughed, "Maybe not."
He shrugged acceptingly as she threw the ball back across the yard. It was a messy throw, but it got the job done. He threw it back perfectly. Strong arm, she thought..
"So you're going out with that idiot tomorrow." It was more of a statement than a question, bt she stilll felt obliged to answer.
"It would appear so, if the 'idiot' you're referring to is Yamcha."
"Who else?"
"Any number of people," she told him truthfully.
He smirked at her reply. "Why?"
"Why what?" she asked, confused again.
"Why are you going out with that IDIOT?" he made sure to stress the last word as he threw again.
"Why not?" she replied, sticking her nose slightly higher in the air as she caught.
"Well for one, because he's an idiot," he told her matter-of-factly. She almost laughed at his answer. It was just the way he said it, she supposed. She threw again, but he had to run forward a few steps to catch this time. He shook his head in disapproval. "You know you're doing that all wrong, don't you?"
"Throwing?"
"Yes!"
"Well SORRY. Haven't had much practice lately!" Did he expect her to be perfect at it?
"Would you like to know what's wrong?" he asked calmly- so calmly that it was amazing, she thought.
She eyed him skeptically, then gave in with a sigh. "I suppose so…"
"Is that a yes?"
"YES."
"Well, for one, your wrist goes limp in the middle of it, and you also don't extend your arm far enough to put ANY distance in the throw," he told her.
She had no idea what he was talking about, much less how to fix the problem. How could he tell all that after just a few throws anyway. She caught his pass, then tried to stiffen her wrist and straighten her arm when she threw this time. She must have tried too hard or something- the ball barely made it 5 feet.
She looked down, more than a little embarrassed as she heard his deep-throated laughter from across the yard. She looked up to see him kneeling over with his arm across his stomach, laughing away.
She marched across the grass to his side of the lawn and slapped the top of his head defensively. He looked up for a brief moment, then suddenly lunged at her and tackled her to the round. So much for this not being tackle football, was the first thought that came to her mind after the initial shock had worn off. She then realized he was now straddling her waist with a hand on the ground on either side of her head. She looked up to see he was staring down at her. She stared right back.
"Don't slap me, woman," he warned, lowering his face inches away from hers.
"Don't laugh at me jerk," she retorted, placing her hands on his chest in an effort to push him off. She had never been in position such as this, and it was just a BIT discomforting to be in it now with a virtual stranger. …Why had she come here?…
He wouldn't budge, "Still don't remember me, huh?"
She gave him a baffled look, "Should I?"
He didn't respond, but looked her over a few times before swooping down and placing his mouth over hers. Her eyes shot open in surprise, but instantly closed half-way as she couldn't help but relax when that warm feeling came over her stomach. She put her hands on his waist as a forgotten memory took over.
Warm… spring time… she could almost feel the breeze blowing against her cheek as she looked over at the little boy next to her… he was holding her hand and smiling back…
Vegeta pulled away, and the memory was gone. She threw him a confused look, "Why?"
"You were there," he shrugged it off, "I felt like it."
Her eyes hardened a bit, he FELT like it? Fine, if that was all it was to him, that's all it would be to her. She shoved him off, and now it was his turn to look up at her, confused. She stood and brushed herself off a bit, "Fine, now that you're done, can we please work on my passing?"
She began to walk back towards the ball, and heard him ask, "Who says I'm done?"
"I did," she told him nonchalantly.
He stared at her in disbelief. This was not the girl he knew, this type of stuff wasn't so casual for her. He saw her sit down, Indian-style, next to the football as she absently spun it around a few times. Uh-oh, maybe he had said something wrong…
Jack-ass, she thought, he actually expected more than that out of me just because ' I was there'. Stupid…
He crawled over the few feet and sat behind her. "What's wrong now?" He hated to sound so harsh, but it was just the way he was.
She turned half way and glared before turned back around, "What do you think?"
"I hate it when people say that," he told her. It was true!
"Say what?"
" 'What do you think'. I wouldn't be asking if I had even some clue as to what was wrong!" he said, ticked.
She smiled a bit, knowing that he couldn't see, "I posed the question to make you think. Figure it out."
He sighed angrily. "Because I said something wrong?"
"Warmer."
"That's as close as it gets."
She turned around briefly. "It was what you said after, well, you know."
"We kissed?"
She pointed a finger, "You kissed."
"Oh, you were really fighting me there!"
She turned back around, defeated, "Anyway…"
"What? That I felt like it?" he asked in disbelief, shifting to she side a bit, trying to see her face.
"Uh, cha."
He assumed that this meant 'yes'… "Well I DID feel like it, and you WERE there, sweet."
What a nickname… sweet, she thought. "That didn't mean you had the right to just swoop in there! Not to mention I'm going out with Yamcha tomorrow, hun!"
He frowned, "So what? It's not like you're going steady with the guy! And let me tell you, you did not seem as thrilled as everyone else at that table when he asked."
"What? Of course I was happy! I've had a crush on the boy since… forever!" she spun around as she answered and saw him frowning again.
"You can't have like him 'since forever', because you haven't even been here 'since forever'!" he shouted angrily.
"How the hell do you even know that?" she asked, "And what is with all this crap about catching up, and asking if I remember you?"
He glared at her, "First of all, I just know, enough said. Second of all, I don't know how it's even possible for you not to remember me considering everything, but it REALLY pisses me off that you DON'T."
"What are you TALKING about? Why can't you just tell me who you are?" she said, throwing her arms up in frustration.
"You'll just have to remember on your own, little woman," she told her, grabbing her arms, and looking her straight in the eyes. For a minute there she thought she saw something. She wasn't even sure what it was though. Hurt? Anger? Sorrow? All three? She shoved her away, and she back fell back against the grass.
He turned sideways and rested his forehead on his palm. Why couldn't she remember him? It infuriated him to no ends, but he couldn't bring himself to tell her. If she couldn't think of it on her own, then it just wasn't worth it…
He felt a hand fall lightly on his shoulder. He turned, never letting the scowl leave his face for even a second. She was taken a bit aback by the pure anger she saw, but was too curious to let go of his shoulder.
"What am I supposed to remember? Where did I know you? How?" Her voice was soft, and oh-so confused. He almost gave in right there, but knew he couldn't.
He turned his head back away to stare aimlessly ahead of him. "I already told you, you'll have to find out on your own…" his voice was just a soft, but ten times harsher.
She grabbed his chin and turned him back. "How? I don't remember a lot from before I moved here. Did you go to school with me or something?"
He sighed and looked past her, "In a way."
She plopped down, completely flabbergasted, and rested her cheeks against her fists. He cocked his head and looked over at her. Why was this so hard? "I can't…" she mumbled, half to herself, and half to him, "Not right now." She looked up.
His frown had mostly lifted, but he wasn't letting anything up. He stood up, grabbing her hand as he walked along. She stumbled a bit as he kept on walking, before finally being able to stand up all the way. It was getting dark outside.
Where could they be going now.
She asked him as much, and he replied, "The tree house."
"What tree house? MY tree house?" she was a bit in shock.
"Yes."
"But… but… why?"
"We're going to count stars."
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A/N: Yea, yea, I know it was kinda a weird chapter. Did anyone think it happened to fast? If so, just let me know. Also let me know if you liked it an what not.
Thanx a lot to the people who do review, I really appreciate it guys! So It's about 1:30am now, and that's about an hour later than I planned to stay up and work on this, but I really wanted to review, so yea!
Hope you guys are enjoying the longer chapters, I'm actually thinking of going back and combining some of the first chapters or something so they'll be longer for new readers… Any thoughts there?
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