Title: Don't wimp out!
Pairing: I ain't tellin' you!
Rating: PG-13.
Length: 262 words
Timing/Spoilers: *Shakes head*
Summary: Somebody asks somebody out.
Disclaimer: *Sighs* I own—well, y'know the drill.
She's alone in the study room, flipping through her art history textbook.
He enters the library.
His heart races, his breath quickens, and there's a strange ringing in his ears.
Oh, wait, that has nothing to do with her. Abed is filming a Western shootout out in the courtyard.
He almost bumps into someone. Sorry, he mutters.
He's twenty feet away from the doors of the study room.
He starts to sweat, his mouth becomes dry, and his palms become clammy.
He thinks someone is calling his name, but he ignores it. All he hears is white noise.
His mind races, the grip on his books tighten, and his heart starts to pound now.
He's going to ask her. Ask her out for a cup of coffee...or lunch...or whatever. 'Just don't wimp out again', his mind yells at him. 'Yeah, we'll never forgive you', his crotch yells at him.
He enters the study room, her scent dancing up his nose.
She looks up, notices him, and casually smiles.
Hey, she says, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear.
Hey, he tells her as her voice rings through his head. He sits down in his seat and hesitates before opening a textbook to study. 'Damn it. You wimped out again. I can't believe that Jeff Winger can't ask a damn girl out. You need to make sure you're not a damn girl. Who does Britta Perry think she is? Phfft. You disgust me', his mind and everything shout at him. Jeff weakly smiles at Britta as she continues to flip through her textbook.