My kiss with Abed was the best kiss I've ever had. Sure, I kissed Vaughn and Jeff, but Abed was way better. I wish it had lasted longer, but then the paint started to get in my mouth and his chocolate like taste went away.
Worst of all, he pretended like nothing had happened. I know that he was Han Solo, but I didn't just want to be Princess Leia. When school started again, he didn't care anymore. But then, I got over it too.
When Troy and Abed let me move into their apartment, I was thrilled. So what if the only times I was seriously attracted to Abed were the times that he was being someone else. I was moving in and I would get to know him.
So now here we are. After watching the Inspector Spacetime Christmas Special, I had retreated to the bathroom that we shared to think over that intense hour of holding Abed's hand.
I sat on the counter in my moose sweater and skirt and looked at myself in the mirror.
"Hey, Annie, are you okay in there?" I heard Abed say from the other side of the door.
"Yeah," I said, and leapt off the sink to open the door for him.
"You know the door was unlocked, right?" I asked, looking into his mocha eyes.
"Yes, but I wouldn't violate your privacy like that," he said, in his usual deadpan style. Still, I blushed and looked at the cuffs of his pajama pants.
"Cool. Night, " he said and walked away.
I leaned up against the doorway and watched him enter the blanket fort that he shared with Troy. The lights in the fort turned off, and I decided to turn off my light and go to bed too.
I wake up to a still dark apartment. All night, I dreamed about the paintball kiss and Abed as Don Draper. I still felt a little dizzy from how vivid and realistic the dreams had been.
I padded out on the carpeted floor to the main room. The blanket fort was still dark, and I wondered if Abed was awake. Then, Abed stuck his head out of the fort. I jumped back surprised. Abed's eyes also widened. I hoped it was because he thought I looked cute in my cami and sleep shorts combo, and not because he thought I was spying on him.
"Oh, hi there, Annie," he said while opening the sheet curtain to get all the way out.
"Hi," I said, a little breathless. He was still wearing the green pajamas from last night.
"Why don't you come in the fort? Troy isn't up yet," he said.
"Um, okay sure," I said and followed him behind the sheet.
He climbed to the top bunk first and I followed him. Of course, with my luck, I just had to slip on one of the closest rungs to the top. I fell down on my leg a weird way. The pain was terrible.
"Annie, are you okay?" he asked, alarmed. He climbed down next time. By now, Troy was up and he stared at me, curled in a ball.
"What are you doing?" Troy asked groggily. He looked at Abed who quickly squatted next to me.
"Annie, are you okay?" he repeated.
"Yeah, it's just my leg that hurts," I replied and shot him what I hoped was a reassuring smile.
He turned me over on my back and attempted to uncurl me. I moaned in pain.
"Hold on, Annie," Abed said, "I just need to carry you to the bathroom."
I nodded and braced myself from the oncoming pain. Troy was still on the low bunk, wiping his eyes and trying to figure out what was going on.
Abed adjusted himself under me and prepared to pick me up wedding style.
"Ok, just hold on to me," he said.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and put my face in his chest, inhaling his chocolate scent to calm me. He lifted me into the armed and I screamed, surprised by the pain it caused me.
"I know, I know," Abed said attempting to calm me.
When we got to the bathroom, he set me down on the counter, gently, and looked me in the eyes. Then, Troy walked in, finally realizing what was going on.
"Let me see your leg, Annie," Troy said," When I played football, I was around all kinds of injuries."
I complied, and he took hold of my leg. I muffled a scream into Abed's chest, and tightened my arms around him. He reached out his arms and wrapped them around me, stroking my back.
"Yep, we have to go to the hospital," Troy said, "Can you carry her down to the car?"
"Yep, I'm good," Abed said. He once again picked me up, and I burrowed my face in his chest. On the walk down to the car, I tried to concentrate on breathing in Abed's scent and his strong arms.
Abed got in the backseat with me and I sat almost on his lap while Troy called the study group about what happened. I closed my eyes and didn't realize that Abed's arm was around me until we got to the hospital.