As she felt Jeff's hands moving up her shirt, she had a moment of clarity. Did she really want this? He wasn't just anyone to her, he was everything. It's easy to lose control in a moment of passion, whether that be anger or lust. She had learned that her high school breakdown. It's how people get themselves into situations they regret afterwards. It's how people end up pregnant or waking up in unfamiliar locations with drunk college boys. If she let him continue on, would he still be there when it was done? Would he proceed to ignore her for the rest of the summer, giving her the same excuses when the school year started up again? Would she keep pining away while he had multiple dates and hookups? She pushed his hand out of her shirt, and suddenly Jeff stopped moving.

"We shouldn't do this, Jeff. You know it wouldn't be right."

Sighing, Jeff shut his eyes. Gathering his thoughts, he understood. She didn't have to breathe a word to him. Her thoughts were probably written all over her face. He looked into her eyes, and she was obviously upset. Tears forming at the corners of her eyes, a red complexion brought on by their actions and whatever thoughts were floating in her head at the moment. As he moved away from her, Annie sat up. Fixing her clothing, she wiped her tears.

"I can't stand to see you cry. Please don't cry. You don't have to…"

"I just… I have to go. Don't ask me to sit here and bottle everything up for your sake."

Annie walked out of the room, leaving Jeff Winger as confused as ever.

4 weeks had passed since the trip and she had kept under the radar, much to Abed and Troy's dismay. The boys had been trying to convince Annie to go see the last Harry Potter movie with them and she had refused, citing work in the morning and feeling under the weather. Annie was big Harry Potter fan, but after the whole mountain trip moment with Jeff, she hadn't been able to face the study group. They hadn't brought up the Jeff incident when they saw her leave the room, but after crying in Shirley's arms, they had decided to get Andre to take her home.

Jeff was extremely confused still. Yes, he understood why she had stopped. But completely? Obviously not. The group hadn't held anything against him when he finally walked out of the room for dinner, since they knew that Annie wasn't the world's easiest person to deal with. What had occurred in that room, would stay in that room unless one of them spoke about it. It was weeks afterwards when Jeff received a text from Abed.

Abed: We invited her to see Harry Potter and she said no. She hasn't shown up to any of the movie nights or visited Britta or Shirley. Don't be stubborn, Jeff. We just might lose her too if you don't do something.

Annie had recently discovered that painting was a source of release for her. Whenever she felt too overwhelmed, she would turn to Pandora on her laptop, take out her supplies and shut the world off. She was pretty good at it too, but that wasn't why she did it. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. She wasn't expecting anyone at this hour, so she was little frightened. Putting down her paintbrush and picking up a baseball bat, Annie walked to the door nervously. As she peeked through the peephole, she shrieked. Putting the bat down on the couch, she opened the door and found Jeff standing there with paper bags in his arms. "Jeff, what's going on? Is everything okay? I could have hurt you with my bat!" He didn't her finish as he gently covered her mouth.

"Before you protest or get violent, I want to say something. You've been avoiding everyone since the trip, and most of all, you've been avoiding me. I know things between us are as complicated as ever apparently, but I don't want you to drop from the face of the earth. With all these problems we're having with Pierce, we really need you. I…I need you okay? I know I acted like a tool last summer, but I don't want to screw this up. I don't want to lose you and I've been on edge because of that. I'm losing you, Annie and I've lost enough people in my life already. You're my moral compass and if I want to survive this Greendale experience with any of these lessons intact, I'm going to need you."

Frowning at his last comment Annie replied,

"I'm not just the little voice inside your head, Jeff."

"You're more than that to me and you know it. I wouldn't be standing at this door if you weren't."

She looked absolutely amazing right now. Her hair placed lightly into a bun, her face covered in paint. Her eyes bright and full of enthusiasm as they always are. All he wanted to do was drop these bags, pull her into the apartment and continue where they left off in that small room in the mountains.

"We don't have to rush anything, Jeff. I don't want to push you into anything that you don't want. That wouldn't be fair to you or me. I just don't want a repeat of last year."

"I won't do that again. I know it hurt you and I'm sorry. I can't promise you I'll be error-less or that I've changed in any huge way, but I will try my hardest to get you to trust me. Just don't make me watch Glee or sit through any other teen show."

"Oh, what makes you think I'm even going to let you into my apartment? I could be expecting someone else right now."

"Annie, from the looks of it, you're a little bit busy painting by numbers."

Smiling, she took the bags from him and thought to herself, his wit is as quick as ever, but so are his charms. Regardless, I'm glad he showed up. I've really missed him.

"Hmm. See, comments like that will just get you turned away. But if I find Chinese food in these bags, you'll be forgiven."

He grinned as he walked into her small apartment, giving her another smart ass remark about her painting, and shutting the door behind him.

OKAY! I think that's it for this story. I don't really know where else I can go, so I'll end it here. Thanks for reading this guys and I really hope you enjoyed it! This is the first time I've ever completed any of my stories, so I'm pretty proud of myself. Keep a look out for my next story, probably a couple one-shots though. Oh! I finally found a stable job, so it might be a bit. (YAY FOR JOBS IN A BAD ECONOMY!) Last thing, while I was writing this last chapter, I was listening to Pandora to relax me and halfway in, Gravity by Sara Bareilles came on. I was humming along, unaware when I realized.. "Oh lord, I think Pandora is mocking my writing abilities." I swear, I must have been laughing for a good 30 minutes. Anyways, thanks again guys!