I was reading a short fic recently at /works/9286 and couldn't help but write one myself. I hope you enjoy.

Hearing a knock on my door at an un-god-holy hour was not something I needed in recent days. So of course I was ready to tear the person on the other side a new one, but fortunately for me it was Chelsea. And despite the remarks I sent her way, she was a good friend and knew when I liked someone.

But for the past couple of days she had been on my case. Normally I would tell her to walk away or send her to do something but I never did. Looking back at the nights events I realised why I never did. I knew she was right.

She had come to me every hour for the past day and a half about Annabelle's official welcome to the school. But each time I brushed her off, not wanting to be apart of it. And how could I? I didn't want everyone else trying to alter Bell's appearance. She looked beautiful no matter what group she associated herself with.

And yes I said it, I think Annabelle Fritton is beautiful. Its not my fault really, you just have to look at her and you would understand.

Anyways, that night I gave in. Chelsea was right. Bell needed this night as much as the rest of the girls. Unfortunately I was still dreading it.

To this moment I cant remember walking into the room and waking the poor girl up with a frightened look on her face. God how I wished I could have removed it, but the rest of the girls weren't going to let her catch on until I said so.

And that's how it started. Swinging her towards the first years as Chloe pumped out the same song on repeat for the rest of the make-over.

Tara and Tania done majority of the work along with the first years . The pigtails gave me a small insight to how she would have looked if she had been with us from the start before Taylor brought out the camera so Bell could have the snapshots when deciding which look she liked better. And that's when I had the heat attack of the century.

Looking back at the last photo I still have the same feelings I did when it was taken; pure ecstasy. I have no clue if it was just the pose but the real Annabelle Fritton came through and I was blown away. And she repeated to get my attention each time she posed for the other girls.

But as soon as I became shell shocked, Polly directed Bell towards the Chavs. Of course I didn't expect anything less from them. Taylor defiantly made her into a Chav that night with all the make-up.

But the look wasn't her and for that I was grateful. Not that I disliked Taylor and her friends but Bell was defiantly not one of them.

So on towards the Posh Totties. And whilst they went at their work I was surprised when Bell sent a fleeting glance in my direction. I wasn't sure why I received that look then but now I'm pretty sure that she wanted my approval.

Netherless, the girls gave me the second heart attack for the night. One I still attempt at recovering from when Tania showed it to me the first time.

That image is forever in my head, and I'm glad she stuck with it because it wasn't until she put on those stocking that I realised how long her legs were. And that skirt! Chelsea and me would defiantly have a talk later. Not that I didn't want Bell to like what she was wearing as she certainly seemed to, but come on. It was way too short and I didn't need other people fantasising about her.

But Bell was defiantly a Posh Tottie and I agreed. The way she played with her hair afterwards made me laugh too. She was defiantly someone I was falling for.

Haven't I mentioned that yet? Well I do and I have no clue when it started. Maybe it was when we played the prank on her in the showers. Of course I don't want to ruin my reputation but Polly knew how I felt from the first moment I introduced the two of them. And looking back now I'm very grateful that Polly pulled it down soon after the rest of the other girls left the room.

Pulling me back to previous events, the Geeks were next to change Bell's appearance from Posh Tottie to one of their own. Not something I would have picked and by the look on her face when she saw the snapshots I guess Bell didn't like it as much either. But damn, she was still beautiful.

Then Andrea and the other Emos took Bell for a spin. Half of me was shell shocked whilst the other prayed that she went back to being a Posh Tottie. After this I could have lived with that radically short shirt.

But one thing I did like was the way she played the part. Not only for Andrea but for all the other clicks that she posed for. Something came alive in her and I loved it.

But it all came to an end when Celia took her turn. Looking back I'm glad she took part in the night and I think Bell is too. Celia had kept the Posh Tottie basis and changed a few things but it looked good and Chelsea was grateful as she gave Celia a helping hand.

But it all came down to one thing. Annabelle's reaction and which look she preferred to use. But when she picked Celia's creation I was proud. Hell even that skirt went down at least a centimetre to my relief.

I remember noticing this fact and hearing Andrea laugh next to me as she heard me let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, but that was before she moved away and waited for Bell's response.

That's when the music became louder. No one really cared about the teachers at that moment but they never really cared much about bed time.

At first Bell had begun dancing with Tara for a few beets before making her way over to me. But she took her time, and for that I was grateful. Not that I didn't want to dance with her, but it allowed me time to watch from afar and talk to the girls.

Looking back I cant help but laugh. When I told the Posh Totties off for the short skirt they put Bell in, they looked positively hurt that I didn't approve, but Chelsea saw through it and gave me a hug. Before pulling away I remember her whispering in my ear 'tell her' before pulling away and dancing with Peaches and Chloe at the back of the room.

A few seconds before Bell approached me I thanked Polly and Celia for their judgment, whilst Bell held my gaze. And it wasn't some school-girl-crush that I felt course through my body. No, this was defiantly something more powerful.

Hell at that moment I knew I had fallen hard for this girl. And Kelly Jones does not fall for anyone. But apparently the brunette beauty was my kryptonite.

Doing a few crazy and childish moves as we danced side-by-side, I couldn't help but watch her as she waved her frizzed hair around like she was playing air-guitar. It wasn't until she turned towards me and smiled that it was confirmed; Annabelle Fritton had my heart and it would always be hers.

After at least a half hour of us dancing side-by-side, smiling and laughing whilst barely breaking eye contact for more than a minute, I knew I had to do something bold. I needed to know if she felt at least something small for me.

Grabbing her hand I pulled her towards me to dance face-to-face for a little while longer. And to my surprise she went with it. At first it was friendly, like how either of us would dance with Taylor or Peaches. But after awhile it changed and I loved it.

Loud music pumped through the speakers. Students were dancing like crazy around us, not noticing us at all. Well maybe Polly and Chelsea but I doubt they would ever say anything about it.

But with my arms around her waist loosely in case she wanted to back away, I realised that we didn't need words between us, well at least not for a while. At the same time, one of her arms was around my neck, but mostly resting on my shoulders, whilst the other hand rested on my forearm but with her hand gripping firmly on my upper arm.

At first I though it was just so she wouldn't loose her balance, so that we would fall over and cause a scene. But she never let go even just a little. It was like she was holding me firmly in place. But those eyes. I never looked away once she was in my arms and our bodies only centimetres apart.

But everything has to end at some point so the girls, not knowing our predicament, turned off the music and declared that it was time for bed.

Pulling away from her as the first years went towards their beds, I told her that it was time for me to go. Well I did say it generally but I'm pretty sure she was the only one listening to me.

Holding my hand loosely by the fingertips I walked us towards the end of her bed not to far away. But then she surprised me. I went to walk towards the door but she used her fingers to grab my hand and pull me towards her bed.

Raising my eyebrow I hoped that she would know what I was asking of her. And of course she did. I swear in the short time she was here, she figured me out.

Standing by the door and letting out an irritated sigh, one of Taylor's friends asked me if I was leaving or not. Standing at the foot of Bell's bed I was about to tell her that I would turn it off as I was walking out and back to my room when Bell cut me off, telling the girl that I was staying there tonight.

Along with my eyebrow raising once more, Chloe asked me where I was going to sleep as there were no more beds available. Hearing Tara and Tania let me know that I could stay with them made me smile, but I was blown away when Annabelle once more answered for me. Well not so much as answered rather pulling me closer to her and sitting us down on the bed.

Hearing a few giggles as the lights turned off I could hear a few remarks about us not being noisy. But I did my best to block them out as I waited for Bell to change and get under the sheets.

I'm not sure how many times I asked her if she was sure she wanted me to stay or how many times we moved around until we got into this position but I have never been this happy before.

Somehow we had moved so that majority of Bell's body was on top of me, face-to-face. My arm wrapped around her lower back whilst hers slid under my head. My other hand played with hers as we hand them against my chest and entwined our fingers every so often, just to un-entwine them and do the same thing again until we fell asleep.

Laying there listening to everyone sleeping and thinking about the nights events I realised that she's watching me. Looking down I smile at her and she smiles back before entwining our fingers for he last time and pulling them behind my head.

The mischievous smile lets me know that this is going to be our first kiss, and right now I realise that she wants this to be my last first kiss. This thought alone sends my heart soaring but I cant process my thoughts and feelings anymore as her lips descend onto mine.

Passion? Check. Never wanting this to end? Check. Hearing Bell moan as the arm I once held around her waist slides under her shirt? Check. The moan I make as she kisses her way down my neck? Check. Waking up one or two girls? Check.

Smiling at this, I let her no that this isn't the right time and I want us to do this at the right time. Seeing her yes fill with love and adoration she gives me one last kiss before we fall asleep.

Should I continue?