A/N: Thank you for all the amazing reviews! I don't think I'll be calling it quits with this fic any time soon, thanks to you guys. So just to show how grateful I am for you fantastic readers, I'm updating early with an extra-long update.
"Come on, Laur! We're already late!" Annie shouts up the spiral staircase, smirking slightly when she hears Laurie rushing to get ready.
Just a mere thirty seconds later, the blonde girl comes running down the stairs with her canvas bag tangled around her arm while she tries to pull a sweater on. When she reaches the last step, she sets the bag on the ground and stops wrestling the sweater as she glances at the clock.
"It's only three-twenty, Annie! My appointment isn't for another twenty minutes." Laurie manages to say between her deep gasps for air; clearly she had booked it down those stairs quicker than she had ever ran in gym class.
The brunette's smirk grows wider, "oh, really? I could've sworn you said it was at three" she says with a quick wink in the other girl's direction.
Laurie rolls her eyes as she grabs Annie's hand and leads her out the front door, trying to hide her nerves about the appointment by walking just a few steps ahead. But her façade only lasts until they reach the car; as Laurie goes to open her door and get in, Annie turns her around softly and brushes a stray piece of hair away from her face, concern etched into her features.
"Laurie, I know you're nervous, but it's going to go great. Then you'll just be even closer to total recovery, 'kay?" Annie says softly, attempting to capture Laurie's gaze with her own; a feat that proved difficult when the blonde decided that her ratty converse were the best thing to focus on.
After a beat of silence, the grungy-haired girl finally looks up and tosses a half smile in Annie's direction, not bothering to open her mouth and offer up an agreement to Annie's attempt at comforting words. So Annie kisses her quickly on the cheek before making her way around the car to the driver's seat.
The drive to the therapist's office is short and quiet; neither girl makes any attempt to talk to the other. And when Annie pulls into a parking lot, the blonde half of the still-teenaged couple makes no move to get out of the car, until the green numbers on the radio catches her eye; if she doesn't leave now, she really will be late.
With that, she grabs her bag and climbs out of the deafeningly silent car, shutting the door quickly behind her. But only a few seconds after the slamming of her door, she hears Annie's door creak open as Laurie's tiny counterpart climbs out of the car.
The counterpart in question's short legs carry her at a surprisingly quick speed, and she reaches Laurie when she's just starting to turn around; "Annie what are yo-" Laurie gets cut off mid-sentence by Annie's lips on her own.
After several seconds, Annie pulls away and offers a smile in at her girlfriend, "I love you, and good luck in there." She says as she turns and struts back to her vehicle, leaving a smiling Laurie outside the doors of the therapist's office; late for her appointment.