The normally barren apartment balcony held the excited outcries of a high schooler as she pointed at the strikingly clear sky. Her boyfriend stood at her side, eyes following her finger's direction up to the constellations above. He chuckled to himself at how simple things seemed in her presence. It seemed as if all the liveliness of his childhood years stored itself away to be used in the creation of his ray of sunshine - his Meatball Head. From below him a sigh reclaimed his attention.

"Hey, Darien?"

"Hmm?" Darien looked down from the starry sky to peer at his petite girlfriend. His breath failed him at the moon's influence on her beauty. Her normally blonde hair glistened in shades of silver, her flushed cheeks were illuminated, and her eyes sparkled like the stars themselves.

She continued to gaze at the sky as she spoke.

"Do you--remember our first kiss, Darien?" she asked sweetly. She looked into his eyes hoping for an appropriate answer. Much to her dismay, Darien chose to refocus his attention.

"Hey, is that the Big Dipper?"

"Darien?"

"My, what a nice evening? I think I can see Saturn's rings."

"Darien! Don't tell me you don't remember!" Serena's red cheeks strengthened as searched her boyfriend's eyes in dismay. She turned her body to fully face him so that she could claim all his attention.

"Okay, okay. I'm just playing," he chuckled at Serena's steaming face. No wonder I used to tease her. Serena calmed slightly, but remained apprehensive. She still faced him and blushed. He's wearing the same jacket. Darien leaned lazily against the railing, pausing suspensfully until he spotted her pouty face out of the corner of his eye.

"Well! Stop joking, Darien!" she pleaded.

"I remember it like it was yesterday," he paused," We were at the carnival two autumns ago after we conquered trigonometry. You asked me to stand against a wall and close my eyes. Being the gentleman I am, I gladly complied." Darien finally turned and placed his hands on his hips to look back at her. He could tell she was trying her hardest to hold back a smirk. "Then, you threw a pie at me..." He himself smiled at the memory.

"You haven't gotten to the kiss yet!" Serena said as she giggled at her boldness.

"It was lemon merengue, my favorite...," he reminisced, holding his chin as if in deep thought.

"Darien!"

"Then I chased you and grabbed you kinda like this...," he said grabbing her left arm and using it as leverage to pull her body close to his. Serena blushed at the embrace. Had they been this close?

"And I looked into your eyes...," Darien continued. He gently grabbed her chin and lifted it so that her eyes met his. Serena closed her eyes, pursed her lips together, and inched onto the tips of her toes. Darien watched her lips carefully and struggled to continue.

"And kissed you, lemon merengue and all," he finished. His lips grazed Serena's as he spoke, until he finally passionately kissed her.They remained lip-locked for some minutes, as if in a trance. Serena was the first to pull away. She looked up at him with her lips poked out playfully. After thumping his nose, she spoke.

"But Darien," she whined with a seductive undertone, "we didn't have any pie this time."

"Did somebody say pie?" Raye asked mischieviously from the inside of Darien's apartment. She stood in the balcony doorway surrounded by Lita, Mina, and Amy. Darien backed away; he already knew what was coming next. Suddenly, the quartet flung lemon merengue pies at the defenseless meatball.

"Happy Birthday Meatball Head!" they yelled. Serena stood, still aloof from shock, until Darien walked up and pressed his lips to hers for the second time that evening.

"Revenge is sweet."

A/N: I hope you liked it. Don't forget to review!