A/N: Sooo I just started watching Community and I love it so much. Jeff and Britta are alright, I guess, but Jeff/Annie have so much chemistry and just UGH otp okay.
So this'll probably be 4-5 chapters long. I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with it. But it'll be fun. I promise.
Jeff groaned as his phone rang for what seemed like the millionth time in the past half hour. He was trying to watch old episodes of Friends, didn't anyone realize that?
(Wow, Abed really had more of an effect on him than he realized.)
He grabbed it off his night table and answered it, not even trying to be cordial and oh hi you totally didn't interrupt The One With the Embryos, it's cool, I'm completely fine with not knowing if Phoebe gets pregnant or not. "What?"
"Jeff?" His guard instantly fell to the floor—it was Annie, arguably his favorite member of his Spanish study group. He could practically hear her Wounded Baby Deer Expression™ through the phone, and he regretted being so harsh.
"Oh—Annie, hi," he said, his voice edged with the softness that she somehow inspired in him.
"Hi! Listen, I have a ginormous favor I need to ask of you."
He snorted. "Ginormous? Really, Annie, the minute I forget you're 19, you go and admit that you watch Glee, and use words like ginormous."
"Glee is good, okay! It's practically like our study group with singing!" she said in a high-pitched, offended voice. Jeff smiled, loving that he could rile her up like that.
"So what's the favor?" he asked, reclining on his futon.
"Oh, I can't tell you."
"Well, Annie, this seems a major flaw in the plan of asking me to do something."
"No, I mean, you'll make fun of me. All of you will."
"Okay, so, A) I'm not Britta, I don't take every opportunity to rip people apart for no reason, and B) we're friends, right? Friends tell each other things."
There was a pause. "Okay, fine. My friend Cheryl—you know, the one with the twin girls? The one I met in NA?"
"Sure."
"Well, her girls are turning 5, and she wants me to…"
"Get pregnant too so she's not the only single mother under 21 in this county?"
"Jeff."
"Fine. What does she want?"
"She wants me to… dress up like a Disney princess for their birthday party." All the words rushed together and he could tell she was wincing.
"Wait. So. All this time we've been calling you a—"
"Don't say it. Please. This is hard enough for me as it is."
"Okay." He tucked away the insults for a rainy day. "So, why're you calling me?"
"I need someone to—to help me be a princess."
Jeff blinked. "I—I don't—what?"
"You're really smooth and, like, suave, and classic Disney prince, and I just need someone to help me be a princess, okay!"
He found himself genuinely smiling at her tone. "Sure, Annie. I'll help you."
She sniffled, and he felt himself melting just a tiny little bit. "Promise?"
"Promise."