About half an hour later, Casey was back to her usual self, and continued to admire the falls with Henry's arm wrapped loosely around her shoulders. She rested her head against his shoulder as she watched the water plunge from the cliff to the ground.

"I wonder what it would be like to fall from here," Casey commented. Henry was taken aback. The thought sounded so…suicidal. So unlike Casey.

"Come on, Casey, you don't want to die like that," Henry insisted, cupping her cheek within his hand, forcing her to look at him. "Too many people would miss you."

"Would you be one of them?" Casey questioned. For a moment they just stared at each other, then Henry's face moved closer. Casey didn't pull away, too much anticipation, too much numb from the talk about Max. When Henry was about to kiss her, her stomach lurched. She turned her face from him and began running to towards the grass.

"Casey!" he called after her, already running. As she fell to her knees on the grass, he continued. "Look, Casey, I'm sorry. I know it's soon, and you're not over Max-" He stopped speaking as he watched Casey's eyes glaze over. She was gasping for breath. All Henry could do was watch her heaving. Finally, Casey just threw up. Soon, color returned to Casey's face and she tried to smile at him. "Are you alright?" She simply nodded. "We need to get you home." She shook her head defiantly.

"I'll be alright," she persisted. "It was just…too much thinking for me."

"I shouldn't have done that," he countered.

"It was my fault, I knew that this would happen." Henry looked at Casey worriedly for a moment.

"Did Max ever…hit you?" Henry inquired. Casey glared at him.

"Don't you ever say that."

"Did Derek?" Casey burst into tears immediately. "He did, didn't he?" Casey shook her head.

"He didn't know that killing himself would do this to me. I can't even think of kissing a guy before my stomach…well, does this." Henry nodded his head with understanding.

"Casey, are you afraid to like someone?" Casey looked at me for a moment.

"No," she replied. "No, I'm not."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"What about me? I know that you like me, Casey. You would've turned away a lot earlier if you didn't." Casey refused to look Henry in the eye.

"I…I'm not sure."

"Casey, you know you're sure. You know that you like me."

"I don't-" Suddenly, his lips were upon hers, and she couldn't pull away. Didn't pull away. His hands were gently holding her face, she could feel the warmth flowing through her.

"Casey, don't tell me that you're not sure." She smiled gently and shook her head. "I'm not going to let Max's memory keep me from having you." To anyone else, this would've sounded like a possessive comment, but it was just what Casey needed. Someone who wouldn't leave her or betray her for anything. When she smiled, he kissed her again. And who says that the guy with the glasses never gets the girl?

A while later, Casey questioned. "Did you bring me up here just so that you could do that?"

"Not quite. Somewhat," he admitted. "I knew that you were feelings homesick, and I hoped that I'd get a kiss for being outrageously nice. I would've never thought that you had such a crummy past."

"Let's not talk about that," Casey suggested, putting her hand in his.

"Alright," he agreed. "But if you ever feel like talking…"

"You'll be the first person I come to," she assured him, kissing his cheek gently.