Authour's Note: I don't think this really counts as a "memory", but we can pretend this one time.
Annie wanders around her room topless, searching lazily for the black bra she had been wearing twenty minutes before, "where the fuck is it?" she mutters, lifting up random items to look underneath them.
"Maybe it's over there" Laurie says, pointing in the direction of the entrance to the bathroom that they would later end up sharing in a year's time.
The brunette makes her way in the direction the other girl pointed, and after several seconds she lets out a victory cry, "I found it!" she exclaims, quickly pulling it on and clasping it shut. She then makes her way over to the bed, and crawls over to Laurie, who sits up and wraps the sheet around her still-bare body, "thanks Laurie. You're a life-saver." She whispers before leaning forward.
Their lips find each other, but when the blonde tries to pull away, Annie lets out a noise that mirrors a growl and pulls her closer.
Meanwhile downstairs, Lee Brackett answers a loud knock at the door. On the front step is one Lynda Van Der Klok, a smile plastered on her face. "Hey, Mr. B! Is Annie around?" The girl asks as politely as she can manage, which actually isn't all that polite.
"Yeah, she's upstairs with Laurie. Go on up, Lynda." He replies, moving out of the way to let the girl in.
The girl tromps up the spiral staircase, and is about to enter Annie's bedroom when she hears a noise that doesn't exactly sound like the kind of noise you should be making when you're with your best friend.
"What the hell?" She whispers, leaning closer to the door. "Yeah, they're definitely fucking." She mutters. So many questions are running through the girl's head, but she knows that she can't barge in there and start asking them. So she quietly backs up and heads down the stairs, waving at Mr. Brackett as she leaves.
She'll just give them time, and let them tell her when they're ready.