Casey had been waiting for Henry's surprise all week, avoiding Aaron, and Danni. Since Danni was always with Jack, and Jack with Aaron, they'd had to talk after school. So, on this Friday, Casey found herself in the library alone as Henry approached her.

"Been waiting long?" he questioned sarcastically. Casey was taken aback for a moment. In class he'd seemed so different. So shy and quiet. He wasn't like that though. Casey could tell from the look in his eyes. He had a devil inside.

"No," Casey answered honestly, not really knowing what to say. It was obvious he'd just come from gym. His hair was wet, a few pieces sticking to his forehead like he'd just taken a quick shower. She found him…hot.

"Come with me," he commanded her, taking her hand and tugging her along. For some reason, she didn't mind someone telling her what to do. Had it been Derek, Aaron, or even Max, she would've stood up for herself; but Henry seemed to have some power over her. She nodded her head dumbly, following him without the slightest clue where she was going. Suddenly they were at his car. "Call your dad and tell him that you'll be home later."

"My dad's not home until 2 AM anyway," Casey commented. Henry shrugged his shoulders, then pulled out a bandana.

"Gonna need more time than that. Tell him you're sleeping over at a friends for a night or two." Casey complied, calling the voicemail at the house and telling her dad that she would be at Danni's for the next few nights.

"What are you doing?" Casey inquired as Henry tied the bandana around her eyes, keeping her from seeing. He moved her into the passenger seat of his car, buckling her seat belt.

"Making sure you don't fly out the window." Casey laughed slightly. Her door shut and the driver side door opened and closed. "Let's go have fun." The car was soon moving and Casey could feel time passing by. Henry was silent for a while, but began to talk. "What type of music do you like?"

"Stuff you can dance to," Casey commented blandly.

"Well, you can't really dance in here, so we'll go with something else. Plus, I hate rap," Henry countered.

"Not rap," Casey defended. "But boppy."

"Boppy?" Casey smirked at the sound of his voice. She couldn't help but adore that about him.

"Fun, not down in the dumps," she explained. Henry turned on the radio, turning the dial like mad.

"Wait!" Casey screamed as one song came on. "Stop! I love this song!"

"This song?" Henry questioned, sounding disgusted. "It's so…boppy. So happy-go-lucky."

"And what's wrong with that?" Casey asked. "There's nothing wrong with being happy."

"There is when you're forcing it…" He seemed hesitant to say this.

"And you think the singer is forcing it?" Casey inquired.

"Maybe not the singer…but the girls who love it. It seems so desperate. If the guy wants to kiss her, he will. Or, better yet, if the girl wants it that badly, she should kiss him."

"All the girl really wants is that perfect moment, you know?" Henry chuckled a bit.

"Is there really any such thing as the perfect moment?"

"Yes," Casey replied defensively, thinking of her moments with Sam and Max. "There is."

"What made it perfect?"

"All conflicts were resolved and there was just a moment to enjoy for what it was worth," Casey explained.

"You make it sound like a happy ending in a book," Henry scoffed.

"And why shouldn't life be like that?"

"Because life isn't perfect. There is no perfect moment where all of the problems. Or maybe it seems like there is, but the problems come back, right?" Casey nodded, considering all that he'd said.

"I think all anybody wants is a bit of perfection," Casey stated. Henry nodded, then looked over to her to realize that she was blindfolded.

"Yeah," he stuttered, somewhat laughing. He could hear the anguish in her voice when she talked about these things, and was desperate to bring back the happy-go-lucky Casey. "Fine, we can listen to the stupid song." He meant to sound like he hated it, but he could see Casey smiling and automatically didn't regret it.