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{ ok, maybe I'm exaggerating but, still, you really should}
A/N: Ok you're probably like oh my gosh you updated, finally, why? Well, I'll tell you why. I watched the season two paintball episode again and fell for the Annie and Abed portrayal of Han Solo and Princess Leia. One thing led to another and, I ended up watching a ton of other episodes. Then, I read the newest Annie/Abed fanfics {they're really good!} and I got a random idea for how I could continue my fanfic (it was actually supposed to be a one-shot). So here you are, another chapter. I have decided to update this weekly from now on. You're so lucky! Read the installment and then give me a review because rereading my reviews was partly the reason I updated!
On Monday morning, I was determined to look and act normally in front of the group. Of course, it would definitely be hard since; all I had thought about all weekend was Abed.
After we got to the hospital, Abed helped me get out of the car, and he let me lean on him, and into his chocolaty smell. But once the doctor said I had a minor fracture and he slapped on my cast, Abed put his guard up once more.
However, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I played it over in my head a thousand times. I guess that was my problem; I dwelled on things too much. I knew that I had a crush on Abed deep inside and I guess my fractured whatever rekindled the attraction.
And so, on Monday morning, I put on a straight face and acted as usual. I was dressed in my favorite mint green and navy blue argyle cardigan and a navy blue skirt. It was one of my favorite outfits, designed to cheer me up while wearing a cast.
After getting dressed, I went to the apartment's shared bathroom to apply my makeup and place a headband in my hair. I was always the last one to use the bathroom because Troy and Abed took so little time. Through the thin door, I could hear the faint sound of an old Friends rerun. I brushed my hair out a bit before placing a thin mint green headband in it. Then, I moved on to my makeup. I applied a little bit of foundation and, then, I brushed on some blush on the apples of my cheeks.
Just as I was applying a coat of vanilla lip gloss, there was a knock at the door. I twisted the wand back into the tube and opened the door. Abed stood outside the doorway, and ,for a second, I felt my heart flutter in my chest.
"Annie," he said," I need to tell you something."
"Oh, uh, you can come in," I managed to get out, my throat magically going dry.
He stepped inside, closing the door behind him and, we stood face to face. Feeling a bit awkward, I looked down at my bubblegum pink toenails and waited for him to speak.
"I need to do something. But you can't judge me or tell anyone," Abed said. I detected a slight hint of emotion behind his monotone.
"What do you mean?" I asked, completely clueless at this point. I stared at him quizzically as he stared at me with wide eyes.
Suddenly, his arms were around me and he was kissing me, softly but passionately. I was so shocked at first that my eyes were wide open but I relaxed into his kiss and settled my arms around his neck. I could feel his arms encircling me and one of his hands placed in the small of my back. I tasted familiar chocolate and a hint of my vanilla lip gloss blending with it to make a truly delicious kiss. It was probably the best kiss that I had ever experienced.
I couldn't believe that Abed was capable of expressing such passion and emotion. I couldn't believe that we had waited so long to do this. I couldn't believe that Abed was such an amazing kisser. I couldn't believe that Troy was knocking on the door.
"Hey, Annie, are you almost done in there? We have to leave in ten minutes."
Abed and I quickly pulled apart.
"Um, I'll be out in a second." I replied, my head still a little mixed up and dizzy from the decadent kiss.
We waited in silence until we heard Troy walk back into the blanket fort.
"I'm sorry about that, Annie. I shouldn't have done that," Abed said, hurrying out of the bathroom.
He left me alone in the bathroom. I stood there for a couple seconds in awe.
Then, I sank down on the edge of the wall and sat on the bathroom's cold tile floor. I tried to cope with what had just happened but I was still in shock. One thing that I was sure of: I wanted to kiss Abed again.
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