A/N: Happy Halloween everybody! Let's hope none of you are planning on babysitting tonight. ;)
New Years Eve marked the first time Laurie actually left the house for something other than appointments, work, school, or shopping.
As hard as she tried to fake it, everybody in a ten mile radius could tell that she wasn't as excited as she seemed. The blonde girl just isn't the best at keeping things under wraps; just ask all the people who figured out about her and Annie's relationship.
But while she was trying hard to hide her lack of excitement, Annie was the exact opposite; she let her distaste about Laurie going to the party openly show. Despite their conversation outside Laurie's work the month before, Annie still rarely left the house and would cling to Laurie almost every time she tried to leave.
Whenever Annie morphed into that clingy, scared little girl Laurie felt a little piece of herself break. It was okay to be scared after what they went through, but not to this extent, especially not months after the attacks. So Laurie flirted with the idea of talking to Sheriff Brackett about getting Annie into therapy, but she just didn't know how to approach it.
So instead, she tried to nudge the shorter girl in the direction of facing her fears. Laurie figured that maybe if she left more often, even if it's just for an hour or two, Annie would slowly overcome the fears that kept her locked away.
That's why Laurie agreed when Harley brought up the party the day before. That's why she dragged herself up the stairs to do makeup an hour before said party. That's why she begrudgingly left the house when she heard the horn of Harley & Mya's car honking outside of the Brackett residence, but not before sighing at the sight of Annie, who was asleep on the couch despite it being only nine-thirty, and pressing a quick kiss to the side of the brunette's face.