Jeff Winger walked into the empty study room. Empty? Since when was Jeff the first in the study room. He furrowed his eyes, confused as ever. He walked over to the sanded wooden table that had so many memories, including him and Britta doing it. That was a crazy night. Jeff let his books fall from his arms and drop on the table top. He pulled his chair out, letting it slide a few inches back on the carpet. Looking around, no one was coming into the room. However, Leonard peeked his head in. He was wearing a light blue polo with thin white stripes.

"Looks like you forgot about daylight savings," he laughed and waddled away.

"Shut up, Leonard!" Jeff told him as he took his seat, slouching back and pulling out his phone. "Daylight savings?" he asked himself. He would have face palmed if he didn't have both hands on his phone. Jeff remembered that he had switched his phone off of auto clock. He figured he would remember to change the hour on his own. So much for that. His phone's clock read, 9:16 AM, but it must have really been 8:16 AM. Jeff sighed and opened his messages. There were no new texts to him - same as always. Full of boredom, Jeff closed his message application, and then opened it again. He closed it once more, and opened it again. He did this a lot. Sometimes he did it when he was ignoring someone, while other times, he did it to keep his popular persona going. Half the time, - more than half the time - Jeff wasn't even in conversation with anyone.

For the next thirty minutes, Jeff tossed a purple pen up in the air. There wasn't much else to do to waste time. There wasn't anyone roaming the halls that he wanted to talk to, and he was too awake already to take a nap.

Once 8:45 struck, a giddy girl in a tight navy blue sweater and white skirt just above her knees walked in. "Jeff," she held out with a growing smile. "You're actually early. You didn't forget about the extra hour, did you?"

"Annie," he cocked his head and smiled. He caught the purple pen in his hand and pointed it at her. "Yes, in fact, I did forget about it. You know, schedules would go a lot smoother if we didn't have to take an hour in one part of the year and give an hour the next. Just keep it the same. It would save a lot of rushing around and lateness to meetings. To add to that, people with better things to do wouldn't show up at a community college forty-five minutes early."

"Better things as in sleep?" Annie assumed. "Sometimes change is good every once in a while." She looked harder at the pen that was being pointed at her. "Jeff," she scorned. "Is that . . . my pen? I knew it was you. You had us tear up the entire study room for the whole night! Troy made up a story about a ghost. Do you realize how insane you drove us?"

"Annie -" he tried.

She held up a finger. "No, 'Annie,'" she mimicked him. "I am telling you something, mister. We got behind tables and undressed! I had to be indecent in public," she whispered the last sentence.

"It was in front of other girls. You have the same parts. Besides, it's not like anyone got naked."

"It's the principle of it."

"Like the pen was a principle?" Jeff didn't try to stop and explain this time. He just folded his arms, smiled, and let himself enjoy this.

"We cut Pierce's cast off! You gave a speech about how terrible it was to steal my pen! We even had to find out that Abed tracks our . . . you know . . . girl time. I can't believe you, Jeff. You disgust me." Annie's eyes widened, realizing something. "Where are my other pens? Are you holding them hostage? You sick, sick man. Release my pens. You can start by freeing that one."

"Geez, Annie. If I didn't know better, I would think you were talking about your kids."

"This is no time for joking around, Jeff. This is a serious matter."

"Sure, just as serious as Abed's mental condition."

Annie raised an eyebrow.

"That's actually kind of serious. Guess I screwed myself there." Jeff tossed the purple pen to Annie. She caught it as if it had fallen to the ground, it would have broke into a thousand pieces. "Point is," Jeff began, "I didn't steal your pen. I didn't even know that was your pen."

"It's a purple pen," she told him, clutching it for safe keeping in her hand.

"I'm sure a bunch of people here have purple pens, including the Dean." Jeff sat up in his chair. "I'm not the culprit here. Troy's escapee monkey had that pen. I didn't have a writing utensil, so I took it from the monkey. What's its name again?" Jeff caught a glimpse of Annie's cleavage. He chuckled to himself. "Oh, yeah. Annie's Boobs gave me the pen."

Annie pulled her sweater closed up to the neck with her free hand. "Oh. So you had nothing to do with the felony?"

Jeff shook his head. "I had nothing to do with the felony."

"Well," Annie smiled. "That's good." She made her way to her seat.

"Don't you remember when we settled all this right before we got caught in never ending memories?" Jeff recalled. "Why are you here so early? Besides being an overachiever, what makes you get to Study Room F in such a hurry?"

"I wouldn't consider fifteen minutes before nine early." Annie pulled her backpack in front of her. She put her purple pen into a compartment, and then took out a binder and book. After setting them on the table top, she set the bag down beside her seat. "But if you must know, I was getting here before someone were to steal my seat." She mumbled, "People like to steal my things around here."

"Save your seat?" Jeff allowed some silent moments go by, while he tried to process Annie's reasoning. "You do realize that we sit in the same seats as we always do, right?"

"Abed's had his eyes on this seat this week. He's been staring at it every class."

"Sure he's not just staring at you?"

Annie blushed. She led a strand of brunette hair behind her ear as she looked away to keep from getting flustered. "Of course not." Once she composed herself, she went on, "Just watch. For some reason, he wants to steal my seat."

At that moment, Pierce walked in. He pulled his bag's strap over his seat and sat down at his chair. "What's this about A-bed?" he asked, folding his hands on the table, looking back and forth at Jeff and Annie. He frowned when he didn't get an answer. "I'm sure I'll find out. A-bed and I happen to be very close friends." Pierce raised a hand before anyone could speak. "Not like you're friends with other men, Jeff," he laughed.

Jeff rolled his eyes. "You don't even say his name right!"

"Who? A-bed?"

"Yes, Abed!"

"Somebody call me?" Abed asked, walking into the room and taking a seat in a smooth manner.

"No, it's A-bed. I remember because it's 'a bed.' You don't know what you're talking about, Jeff."

"Don't you mean J-eff?" the ex-lawyer joked.

"Good one," Annie giggled, looking dreamy eyed at Jeff.

Jeff looked over at her with a smile, but when he saw her big eyes staring into his soul, he turned away. He liked the attention, but sometimes, it felt weird.

Shirley walked into the study room and sat between Annie and Pierce like always. "Good morning," she greeted, song-like.

"I found my pen, Shirley!" Annie exclaimed. "Well, one of them."

"Aw good," she smiled. Her voice turned almost dark, "Bet you feel pretty bad for accusing me now, huh?"

Annie leaned back in her chair, hearing Shirley's deep voice come out. "I'm sorry, Shirley."

"Mhm. So who was it?"

"Annie's Boobs. Jeff rescued it for me."

"That's taken out of context," Jeff mumbled.

"Annie, don't tell me you're talking about yourself in third person," Shirley hoped. "Abed didn't convince you to do one of his weird projects, did he?"

"No," she replied.

"Oh, that's good stuff." Abed grabbed a pen and seemingly wrote down the idea in a notebook.

"So you're just doing that on your own then?" Shirley asked Annie, a little worried.

"I'm not talking about myself in third person. My Boobs must have taken my pen."

"Ohhh. I understand. Happens to me with popcorn all the time," Shirley laughed. The her expression changed as the laughter stopped. "What do you mean 'Jeff rescued it?'"

"The monkey, Shirley!" Jeff cleared up.

"Oh." Shirley held to her purse and leaned her back all the way against her chair.

"Sorry. I've just been here for an hour already."

"Ha. Daylight savings time got you." Britta walked in laughing from Jeff's pain. She pulled her chair out and plopped in it. "Good start to my day."

"Why?" Abed asked.

"Vicki asked you out?" Pieced laughed at his joke.

"Why Vicki?" Annie wondered.

"She's the only girl in this school I know the name of except for you three," he replied.

"Feminist group rioting for animal rights?" Abed guessed.

"No, but that would be amazing." Britta looked around the table in delight. "Anyone want to help me start that? It could make news and -"

"I'm going to stop you there," Jeff said. "But I'm glad you find joy in my sorrow."

"It livens my world," she teased.

"It's Troy, your boy. Now your time can be enjoyed, and it isn't a ploy." Troy made an entrance rhyming. He took his seat next to Abed, and the did their hand shake.

"Lords and Ladies!" Dean Pelton said, making an entrance of his own. He was dressed in a medieval queen costume. He worn a plastic crown on his head that looked like gold, a red cape outlined with white and black fur was tied around his neck, he had white face paint on with red blush marks, and he held a toy staff. All these items were no doubt hidden in his closet for months.

"Is that Dalmatian fur?" Pierce asked, noticing the cape.

"Dalmatian?" Dean Pelton was surely blushing under his makeup. "They're the worst dog."

"Is that why you have a poster of them in your office?" Abed asked, curious.

"We all know your fetish." Pierce twiddled his thumbs.

"I think you mean phobia."

"You liar!" Pierce screamed. "Let me tighten that cape for you!"

Dean Pelton picked up a leg defensively and hid his face with his queen cape.

Troy put a hand on Pierce's shoulder. "It's all right," he calmed.

Dean Pelton stood fearless as if his cowardly stance had never happened. "Thank you, Troy."

"We all know you're right," Troy whispered to Pierce.

"Dean," Annie asked, gently. "Why are you dressed in that?"

"Really, Annie?" Jeff asked. "Because he's insane."

"Not Chang insane," Pierce added.

"Right," Jeff agreed. "Not that level of craziness . . . not quite."

Dean Pelton held to his heart and let his jaw drop at Jeff's comment.

"Jeffrey," Shirley said. "That wasn't very nice."

"Everything has to be nice for you, doesn't it, Shirley?" Jeff retorted.

"I'll apologize on his behalf to everyone," Britta spoke up. "Being here early apparently gets to him."

"You forgot about daylight savings?" Dean Pelton asked. "Poor Jeffrey." He rested a hand on Jeff's chest. "You should have hung out with me."

"Yes, that would have helped the situation," he replied, sarcastically.

"Exactly."

"Now could you please take your hand off me? It's uncomfortable with a male dressed as a queen touching me."

"Not coming out of the closet, huh, Jeff?" Pierce asked.

Dean Pelton took his hand away. "I wanted to let you all know about our medieval feast today. A lot of fun things in the mix. It'll be dean-eriffic. See you all on the quad." He looked down at Jeff. "And for your information, Jeffery, I'm wearing this because I couldn't think of any other costume ideas."

"You of all people? And don't you mean outfit?" Jeff mumbled. "What about a knight? Or a king? A peasant? A priest? Come on, even a horse would work."

The dean played a smile. "Okay, then, I'll see you all on the quad in a few hours." With that, he left.

"You didn't have to be so mean," Annie told him.

"That's right, Jeffery. You were rude." Shirley pouted.

Jeff took in a deep breath."I am sorry. This school brings it out of me sometimes."

"Like the hulk?" Abed asked.

"Not like the hulk, Abed," Jeff disagreed calmly.

"I'm sticking with the hulk," Abed said.

"This medieval thing sounds like a blast!" Troy enthused. "We get to dress up too?"

"At this school, anything is possible," Jeff replied.

"Awesome," Troy smiled wide. "I can't wait to figure out what I want to be."

"I'm going to be a princess!" Annie announced.

"Of course you are," Britta said.

"What's wrong with being a princess?"

"Oh, nothing, just the fact that you're only doing it because it's mainstream," Britta explained. "Princesses didn't really have much power. They just got to sit on a throne, do what they're told, and look pretty. Oh, kind of like you do now."

"Uh!" Annie pouted.

"Annie, I didn't mean that," Britta apologized.

"Geez, this daylight savings thing is cursed," Jeff said.

"No, your mood is contagious," Britta corrected.

"You're right," Jeff breathed.

"I am?" she asked. "I mean, I know I am. My major is physicology. I should be able to figure things out like that. But I'm just surprised you backed down that easily."

"I-" Jeff's eyes caught something strange. He saw Abed staring in Annie's direction. He looked as though he was studying her as intently as he probably studied movies. Then Jeff noticed it. Abed was not looking at Annie. Just as she had told him, Abed was staring at her chair. "Abed, what are you doing?"

Abed bolted to attention. "I've had my eyes on Annie's chair since the beginning of the week."

"Ha! Told you," Annie shouted to Jeff.

"Good job, Annie. You can notice Abed's strange behavior," Jeff said, not realizing how harsh it was toward both Annie and Abed. "Why have you been eying her chair, Abed?"

"I've been wondering . . . All of our conversations must have some connection with our seating arrangement. If we were to switch seats, would we talk about different things? But then that leaves the door open for the question of 'if we stayed in our original seats, would we have the same conversations as we would if we switched?' It's been on my mind for a few days. Aside from my seat, I like Annie's second best. It's not at the head of the table, so people won't be staring at me so much like they do with you, Jeff. But it also has the wall behind the seat, so no one can sneak up on me - I worry about that. Thirdly, it's not next to Pierce. Pierce sometimes gazes at Shirley, and I'd rather not have him doing that to me. If he doesn't change seats, as I calculate he probably won't, I don't have to worry about him eying me."

"It's not the seat," she mumbled, feeling the elderly man's eyes on her.

"You don't like my seat second best?" Troy asked, hurt.

"How about we save that experiment for a different day, okay, Abed?" Jeff suggested.

"We will do it though?" Abed asked.

"Someday, yes."

"I'm good with that. Cool. Cool. Cool. Cool."

"There's your answer," Jeff whispered to Annie, so no one else could hear. "Because he's crazy." Before Annie thought Jeff was being rude again, he added, "But he's our kind of crazy."

Annie smiled at Jeff's ending comment.

Jeff spread his arms. "Is the census that we're going to this medieval thing?"

"The Dean did say it's in a few hours," Abed pointed out. "That's during our classes. And with how this school runs, I would assume that we can skip our classes to go to the feast."

"Or . . . we could skip our classes and go home, and then say that we went tomorrow. Eh?" Jeff proposed, proud of himself.

"The dean is going to notice that you aren't at the feast," Britta reminded.

Jeff cringed. "You're right. And I'd rather spend the day at some medieval feast, than in class." Jeff stood up. "Okay, guys. I'm going to go cool off while you all spend hours on your costumes."

"You're not wearing one?" Annie asked.

"I'm sure I'll put something together in the five minutes before I leave my house to come back to this place."

"And you'll still look awesome," Troy exclaimed.

Jeff smiled at him. "You know it!"

"Should I go with a barbarian style like in Dragonhart or or should I go as a jouster like in A Knight's Tale?" Abed asked.

"I'm sure whatever you choose, you'll match your boyfriend," Pierce said, although it wasn't clear if he knew Troy and Abed were just friends.

Troy's expression glowed as he turned to Abed.

"Idea?" Abed asked. He sat at the edge of his seat.

"We could be dragons!"

"Troy and Abed breathing fire," they sang in unison.

"Gay," Pierce stated.

Troy turned to face Pierce. "Well, what are you going to be?"

"I'm going to be a noble jester," Pierce replied, looking up to the ceiling and holding his hand over his chest. "That way I can be rich and funny. Like I already am."

"What are you looking at?" Abed asked, following Pierce's gaze.

"Not sure jesters work that way, Pierce," Britta said.

"Or you can all discuss it here," Jeff said. "As for me, I'll be back in a few hours."

"You promise?" Annie asked.

"If you don't show up, we're turning you in," Britta warned.

"Would I lie to you?" Jeff asked, innocently.

"Oh! I know this one!" Abed raised his hand, waiting to be called on.

Jeff just looked at him. "He's not going to put his hand down until we ask him, is he?"

Abed gave a slight smile and shook his head.

"Abed," Jeff said.

Abed let his hand down. "The answer is 'yes.'"

"What was the question again?" Pierce asked. "It's not that I forgot, I just wasn't paying attention."

"The question was 'is Pierce's noble jester idea stupid,'" Jeff responded.

"You're just jealous that you didn't think of it first," Pierce said.

"Take a chill pill, Jeffery," Shirley said. "I think that's what the kids say now when they want you to calm down." She turned to the three youngest study group members. "Annie, Troy, Abed, am I right?"

They all nodded.

"Hey! I would like to know why I'm not involved in this poll. I'm young," Britta jumped in.

"Young like the day I was born," Pierce laughed, and then everyone except Britta joined in. "I've still got it," he whispered to himself.

"You just burned yourself," Troy said, still laughing.

"Need some ice for that burn?" Shirley added. "That's something else they say."

"Yeah, Shirley, I know. I know because I'm young." Britta gave a few hesitant laughs.

"Okay, bye-bye now," Jeff said, walking backward. The group barely noticed him leaving since they were all still laughing here and there. On his way backing out, he bumped into someone. Turning around, he saw Fat Neil.

"It's easier looking where you're going," Fat Neil told him.

Jeff had managed to hold onto his books during the collision. "Sorry, Fa-aaaaaaaaarmer Neil."

Fat Neil gave Jeff an unbelieving look.

"It's your new nickname," Jeff told him.

"Oppose to 'Fat Neil?'"

"Yeah, now it's Farmer Neil."

"I don't farm."

"It's just fun," Jeff tried. "Farming doesn't have to be literal. You can farm your life by tending it. You can -"

"Save your speech, Jeff."

"You're sure? I had a pretty good idea about the direction I was going with it."

"Thanks for trying not to say Fat Neil, I guess." Fat Neil turned and went on his way down the hallway.

"I've got to work on switching words halfway through," Jeff told himself.