Annie felt like she was forgetting something and remembered what only when the movie had started, long after Troy had given his speech about being a changed guy and his team had opened up about how they too had changed. She was smashed between Troy and Abed on the couch, another of Troy's friend beside him, making the situation extremely tight. There were six other guys, besides her friends, and she couldn't move as the movie started to play.

She hadn't put on a bra. In her rush to cover herself, she hadn't wasted time with one. Now, awash in a sea of testosterone, she felt insanely exposed. Her shirt, besides showing a tiny bit of cleavage, was light blue and thin. It was such a cute shirt, but now she hated it. All she had to do was sit still and keep her arms crossed. She could feel that her nipples were hard still and from the cold water she'd used to wash with. First Abed seeing saw her nearly naked and now this. She wanted to cry, but kept calm. She could make it two hours.

"Hey Annie," Troy said leaning into her, "Could you grab my beer?"

"What?" Annie squeaked. Troy gave her a confused look.

"On the table," he said pointing and moving his arms dangerous close. She flinched and moved closer to Abed who turned at the action. She landed almost in his chest and lurched back, trying to stay between them.

"Could you get Troy his drink?' she asked hoping to avoid leaning over Abed to reach it.

Abed nodded, grabbing his drink with his 'something isn't right' face on. Her arm was pinned the movement, pulled down and away from its post. She had to let her crossed arms fall to her side for a moment and didn't have time to pull them back up before Abed reached across her, arm hitting her breasts casually. As Troy was taking the drink Annie was watching Abed's face horrified. At first he didn't seem to notice anything, but then his face changed slightly. He gave her a questioning look as he settled down beside her and his eyes flickered down during a particularly bright scene. He was suddenly stiff; his head twitched to one side then the next.

Annie wanted to die. She wanted to sink down into the couch and never wake up again. The humiliation was simply too much. Abed had felt her boobs. Well, not directly, but enough to know she wasn't wearing a bra. He knew and she knew he knew and her life couldn't possibly get any worse. She couldn't even look at him.

"Hey Troy," Abed said a moment later, "I forgot that I need to go pick up my copy of Android Menace from Game Slobs."

"You sure?" Troy said leaning forward to look past Annie. Annie kept her head down and her arms firmly over her chest.

"You know how they are. If you don't pick it up on release date then they sell it to someone else and you have to wait for the second wave which is always weeks out. I've only got," he said and looking at his arm like he was wearing a watch, "Four hours to get there."

"Well, okay, but only because I've been dying to play it. I can't believe you almost forgot," Troy said looking a bit suspicious.

"Me too. It must be all the weirdness going on," he said his finger going in a circle and pointing at all the strangers and Annie could have sworn that he pointed at her for a moment, "I'll be back in an hour. Annie should join me. She's uncomfortable." Her breath hitched for an unbearable moment before he finished, "I think it's the violence."

"Oh man. I didn't think it'd bug you," Troy said sympathetically patting her arm, "Okay, you guys can go as long as you promise that's all it is. Because if anyone is making you uncomfortable I'll make them leave. You guys come first"

"I swear it," Abed said and got up, doing their not so secret shake before heading towards the door. Annie followed giving Troy a thankful grin.

"Kay, you guys have fun," Troy said settling down among his old buddies.

"You look cold," Abed said as they got closer to the door, "Why don't you change into a sweater? I heard it might rain."

"Good idea," Annie said and used the excuse to race back into her room.

She closed the door and went straight over to her dresser. She pulled out a bra and put it on quickly, on stumbling once or twice in the process. She put a different sweater on, something very covering. She knew that no matter how she was dressed she'd feel like Abed could see through it. Sight and touch in one evening. On top of all of that they still had that weird conversation lingering over them. The platonic friends thing that he'd gone rambling about. It just made everything that much weirder.

She couldn't stay in her room, safely hidden away without some grand excuse and her brain wasn't clear enough for that.

She stepped out of her room, zipping up a hoodie over her already thick sweater. She saw Abed standing by the door and went over. Without a word he opened the door and headed out. She followed him to the elevator. Once they were inside he turned to her.

"Should I expose myself again? Or do you want to feel it? Would that makes us even?" he asked sounding horrifying sincere about both suggestions.

"No, no it's okay," she said quickly holding up one hand, "We're even still."

"I don't think so," he said and her heart stopped, she didn't know if she could survive seeing anymore skin today, "I believe ice cream is in order. My treat."

"Thank you," she said bouncing slightly. They were quiet as they exited the building and started down the street. There was an awkwardness to it where there normally was ease. She bumped into him casually and couldn't stop apologizing. She couldn't do it, the silence. It made her want to scream. She was so glad when Abed finally said something.

"That was true blue sitcom stick bad there," he said as they crossed the street, "I wish I'd had a camera. Maybe we could redo it so I could video tape it"

"Abed!" Annie said outraged. There was no way she was letting him videotape her topless. She glared and he backed down from the video idea obviously disappointed.

"I would have used a censor bar," he said and she hit him in the arm. He shrugged it off and opened the door to the ice cream shop.

"Thanks," she said walking in and over to the ice cream case. They choose theirs, chocolate swirl for Annie and Napoleon for Abed, than sat down across from one another. She started to eat then, between absolutely not suggestive licks, spoke.

"You know, I'm proud of you today. You handled that situation at home really well. A few years of go you would have bluntly said," she coughed and did a horrible impression of Abed, "Annie, I believe you forgot your bra, would you like me to go get you one?"

"I've been watching a lot of spy movies lately. I had a feeling a covert would be a better approach. You've been very insecure about your breasts on numerous occasions."

"See," she said reaching out and touching his arm in that casual way again before retracting the touch. She hated that it felt so awkward to be physically close to him now, "That's growth. Even if that statement was a bit inappropriate, it was in a private setting. I'm not the only one who has changed in these four years."

"Thanks," he said his brows drawn together, as if confused as to rather or not that was a compliment.

"It's a good thing," she assured him and he made a soft 'aw' of understanding. They ate in companionable silence until Annie was done with her cone.

"I thought this would have lasted longer," he said with a soft sigh and his mouth twisted to the side.

"What do you mean?" Annie asked feeling like the day had lasted forever.

"This chapter. It felt short and mostly filler. Some of the themes were carried over shamelessly. It worries me, because overall it's been unique and emotionally charged adventure. I've got a feeling the something intense is on the horizon."

"Are you we a book now?" she asked used to being a tv show in this ongoing commentary.

"A fanfiction. It's different."

"I know what a fanfiction is," she said self-assured, as if everyone should what fanfiction was. She just didn't want to look stupid about this fandom stuff, but she really didn't have a clue about it. She'd have to google it the second she got home.