Just You
Britta is sitting on a couch in the library all alone. She just made a complete fool of herself. She will never walk these halls with confidence again. Sure, she won "Tranny Queen" but right now she is thinking that might not be something to boast about. She has always been so guarded. She never says things unless she is sure. However, tonight, she spoke straight from her heart without giving her brain a chance to filter. She thought maybe that desperate times call for desperate measures, but now she is all alone and the man she thought she loved is spending his night with a girl half his age. A girl that is supposed to be her best friend.
The last thing she wants is to be angry and bitter. She admits to herself that if their roles were reversed she could not guarantee that she would put friendship over him. Maybe Annie got caught up in the moment acting straight out of her heart without giving her brain a chance to filter. Britta can understand that. To consciously do something so hurtful would require Annie to be selfish, impulsive and insensitive and she is none of those things. Britta is just hurting right now. She just wants to have a good cry and spend the rest of the night getting plastered at a dingy bar. But in a few days, she thinks she can find it in her heart to forgive her friend.
But he is not off the hook. No, he fled. Like a coward. Yes, it was a lot of pressure for him, but he is supposed to operate well under pressure. That is exactly what he used to get paid for. She decides he had better have a stellar explanation. She cannot be angry with him because he does not love her, but she can be and is angry with him for his general behavior in the situation.
With nowhere else to go, she makes her way to Abed's dorm. He is busy packing up to go home for the summer.
"Hey." She says, "Would you like some help with this?"
"Oh, hi, Britta," he replies, "Sure, I could use a hand. You can box up my movies."
Britta laughs because there are so damn many. Just as she expected.
"You've been crying recently. I can tell. Do you wanna talk about it?"
She draws in a deep breath. "Sure. Just do me a favor and don't analyze me like I'm a television character, okay?"
"You got it. No references. Just you."
She takes another deep breath and spills all the details. Everything that's been going through her head recently. She asks him what he thinks.
"Well, if I'm honest, it seemed out of character for you to do what you did, but I still think Jeff is a jerk for how he's handled this whole situation. Not to mention for how he passed you up. I think a guy would have to be crazy to pass you up. And that I mean."
She smiles and thanks him. And then she realizes that she feels a little better. A little less dejected and a little closer to confident.