Valentine's Day.

Chapter One.

Title: Valentine's Day.

Author: Valvox.

Category: St. Trinian's.

Rating: T

Pairing: Kelly/Annabelle.

Summary: It's Valentine's Day in St. Trinian's, and the whole school is in absolute chaos as all the girls are frantic to escape the school they so dearly love, and spend the day with their special someone. So, what happens if the 'special someone' is a good deal closer than they [or anyone else] expect?

A/N: Yes, I'm a sucker for good old fashioned love and fluff. I figured, what the hey, why not give Kelly and Annabelle a chance to be sweet and sensitive, not just sexual and smutty? I think they deserve at least one day a year, where they can just love each other without the innuendo. =]

I'll try and divide this story into four chapters instead of eighty buh-zillion or two.

Hope you like it; reviews are lovely and make my day! =]

ily xx

Kelly sat in the breakfast hall, watching with little interest as her peers gushed and grumbled about the best [or worst] day of the year.

The only ones, who didn't seem caught up in the mayhem, were Annabelle and Kelly.

Annabelle gazed glumly at her soggy cornflakes, for some reason, they looked worse than they had the previous morning.

However, her older best friend seemed to find the other students' antics rather amusing. The Head Girl sat and filed her nails, watching, curious, as girls wrote soppy love-letters and wrapped gifts.

It was chaos.

'Why the long face, Fritton?' Kelly asked suddenly, 'Never seen you look so down.'

Annabelle mumbled something incomprehensible, then, realising that the question actually required an answer, frowned.

'What?'

'I said, I've never seen you look so glum.' Kelly eyed the younger girl strangely; she didn't understand why the usually bubbly brunette was so depressed.

'Oh, you know, just one of those days.' Annabelle replied vaguely, sighing.

'Chin up, Fritton, we don't actually have to do any work today!" Kelly grinned.

'Yippee.' Annabelle laughed darkly, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

'Oh, come on, Fritton! What's stuck up your arse?'

This was strange; her stereotypically carefree and clumsy counterpart was acting like an 'emo', which was completely out of character, especially for her!

'Right now? My knickers.' She replied, deadpanned.

Kelly frowned, this wasn't amusing anymore, and it was bordering on ridiculous.

She sighed and rubbed her forehead, frustrated, if Annabelle didn't cheer up soon, Kelly was going to have to actually do something about it.

After a moment of thought, Kelly came to a decision – she was going to have to cheer her friend up.

'Right. You're coming with me.' Kelly said as she grabbed her friends arm, pulling her roughly to her feet.

'Where are we going?' Annabelle asked, though her voice gave way to the fact that she didn't really care.

'My room,' Kelly replied, 'I'm going to find out what's wrong with you, Fritton, if it's the last thing I do.'

'Knowing St. Trinian's, it could just be the last thing you do.' Annabelle muttered darkly as Kelly pulled her up the opulent staircase.

'Oh, shut up.'

'So, what's wrong with you, Fritton?' Kelly tried again once they were in her room and on her bed.

'Nothing.' Annabelle sat with her head rested against the headboard of the single bed, gazing unseeingly at her reflection in the Vanity mirror that sat across the room.

'Don't give me that bull shit again, Fritton, I know something's up.' Kelly practically growled, she wanted answers, and soon. Depressed Annabelle wasn't all that nice to hang around with.

'Like you care.' Annabelle mumbled, playing with her hands.

'Would I ask if I didn't care?' Kelly wondered aloud, more to her self than to her companion.

'No, you just don't do that sort of thing.' Annabelle answered the rhetorical question truthfully.

'True, so why don't you cut the crap and tell me what's up?' she asked again.

'The roof is up.'

'Annabelle.' Kelly glared, 'Tell, me, what's, wrong!'

'Fine.' Annabelle sighed, all her resolve disappearing, 'It's just, today is all about love; everyone has someone who loves them. I have no one.'

'What? Sure you do! You have Miss Fritton and the teachers, Taylor and her chavs, Polly and the brain boxes, the Posh Totty –'

'That's not what I meant, Kel.' Annabelle interrupted, not caring that the older girl hadn't finished.

Kelly wrapped her arm around her friends' slight frame, kissing her bare shoulder in a rare act of intimacy and bondage.

'I know, Fritton, I was just give you the benefit of the doubt.'

Annabelle closed her eyes as she leant into Kelly's embrace, before replying softly, 'Well what if I don't want the doubt?'

'What doubt?' Kelly asked, confused as to where the conversation was heading.

Annabelle let her head gently fall on the older girls' shoulder, eyes closed.

'The unerring doubt that no one will ever want me, not that you'd understand.' Annabelle sighed.

'What? How could someone not want you, Fritton?!' Kelly asked incredulously.

'Easily.' The younger girl laughed bitterly.

'No way!' she argued, 'You're incredibly intelligent, funny and witty, not to mention drop dead gorgeous...!'

'You're just saying that to make me feel better.' Annabelle shot back.

Kelly laughed, 'I thought we'd already been over this; I don't do things like that, "nice" is your area, "ice" is my area.'

'You forgot seduction.' Annabelle added with a sly grin.

'Oh shut up, you.' Kelly smirked, pleased that her friend was even the slightest bit happier.

'You know what's really sad though, Kel?' Annabelle asked, serious once more.

'What?' Kelly sighed, happy mood now gone.

'The fact that neither of us have Valentine's.' Annabelle said glumly.

'I have a Valentine; I just haven't given it to them yet.' Kelly gave Annabelle's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, 'I'm sure you must have someone special on the horizon.'

'No, I don't.' Annabelle replied stiffly, 'Who are you giving your Valentine to, Flash?'

'Uh, no.' Kelly laughed, 'He already knows I don't like him, we cleared up that little crush last time he came.'

'You didn't – '

'Ugh, no, Fritton, you sick child. We most definitely did not.' Kelly rolled her eyes; sometimes her friend could be so blind.

'Okay, good.' Annabelle said.

'So who do you fancy, then?' Kelly asked, randomly.

'Someone.'

'Well, I guess that's a start.' Kelly rolled her eyes, 'But who is that someone. Do I know them?'

'Yeah,' Annabelle said; a mysterious and infuriatingly annoying smile plastered across her face, 'You know them pretty well, actually.'

Kelly's brow rose in doubt, 'Really? Do they live near here?'

'Very, very close by.' She laughed knowingly, clearly enjoying the teasing, 'So, who is your Valentine, then?'

'Someone, you know them and they live near here too!' Kelly grinned cheekily, 'They practically live next door!'

Annabelle shuddered, 'You don't mean that creep with the greasy hair and the acne...?'

'Ugh, hell no! Trust me, Fritton, he's not my type.' Kelly cringed at the thought of the guy.

'I don't think he's anyone's type, Kel!' she laughed lightly.

'He was creepy though, did you see the way he kept eyeing you up and down?'

'No...?'

'Oh, well it was disgusting,' Kelly groaned, 'I felt like slapping him to Timbuktu, there and then!'

'Glad you didn't , Kel,' Annabelle laughed, 'I don't think this school can handle any more law suits or restraining orders.'

'Yeah,' Kelly agreed, beaming, 'We don't need any more controversy, at least, not this week.'

'Mmm.'