Author's Note: This is my first Troy and Annie story. It could be a one shot but if you'd like me to continue it let me know :)

The alarm rings and Annie hits the snooze button. A rarity for her. She desperately tries to hold on to the dream she was having. She was in the woods, she was a princess, she was with-

Oh god.

She leaps out of bed, horrified. She looks at her pillows and blankets accusingly as if it's their fault. But it's not. It is entirely hers.

No, her subconscious. Annie is more than smart enough to know that you have no control over your dreams. Dreams just... happen. Because your subconscious needs to process things.

It is no big deal whatsoever.

As Annie makes her breakfast she desperately tries to control her thoughts. But no matter how hard she thinks about next week's biology exam or the article she wants to write for the Greendale Journal Gazette her thoughts keep drifting back to her dream. She imagines herself back in the woods with-

"Hey Annie!" Troy calls over to her as he emerges from his blanket fort bedroom.

"What do you want?" Annie cries out nervously.

"To say 'hey'," Troy answers awkwardly, clearly confused by her outburst.

Annie curses herself for being so weird. The dream wasn't his fault. And he definitely didn't do anything bad in it. Quite the opposite...

"Sorry," Annie apologizes, attempting to smooth things over "I'm not much of a morning person."

"Yes you are," Troy says, smiling "you're always up before me, you always cook breakfast and you always seem happy about it."

Annie smiles, looking down at her peach ballet flats.

"What's going on?" Troy asks.

"Nothing," Annie blurts out nervously "I just. I almost overslept and it kind of... threw me off."

"Weird dreams?" he asks conversationally.

He knew! How did he know? How could he know? He doesn't know. There's no way he could know. He might know. No he doesn't. Annie tried to stop this insane monologue in her head but was relatively unsuccessful. Well, say something. You're just standing here staring at him like a crazy person.

"Aliens!" She yelled out.

"Where?" Troy turns around, ready to defend them.

"No," Annie says "in my dreams. I dreamed about aliens. It was really weird and scary. That's why I'm acting like this."

"Oh," Troy says, relieved "because Abed and I don't have a contingency plan for aliens. We've got zombies and cyborgs but not aliens."

Annie laughs.

"I'm serious." Troy says looking upset.

"Oh, I'm so-"

"I'm kidding, Annie." Troy says, smiling.

They both laugh. Annie notices how adorable Troy looks when he laughs and can't help but see him as Huntsman Troy again.

"Hey guys," Abed emerges from the blanket fort.

"Hi Abed," Annie says, a little disappointed that he interrupted her conversation with Troy. Annie, he lives here too. You've never been bothered by his presence before. Why now?

Annie shakes her head, clearing her thoughts.

"Bacon?" she asks Troy who nods excitedly.

After breakfast Annie heads downstairs with the boys so they can drive to school. Annie's just about to hop in the backseat when she smells something. Something that immediately reminds her of last night.

"What's that smell?"

"I got us a Christmas tree air freshener," says Abed "so our car will smell like pine trees."

"It smells like the woods in here," Troy chimes in.

"Yeah," Annie says enamored with the smell and struck by the irony "it's nice..."

Troy smiles at her in the rearview mirror as he starts the car and she smiles back.