"You should move here," Abed said to her at his and Troy's housewarming party.

After she got home Annie thought about his offer. It would be nice to live somewhere where hearing gun shots weren't a common occurrence. And with her rent being raised again and having to shell out several hundred dollars to replace some broken windows from her car Annie could definitely benefit from living with roommates and sharing living expenses. So she decided to go for it and move in with Abed and Troy.

For the most part her new living situation worked out great (especially when she actually got her own bedroom.) The only downside she found to living with Troy and Abed (besides having to tell them off when their antics disturbed her studying or sleep), was that it was now harder for her to hide her modeling. Even though she had been doing it for almost a year Annie still hadn't told anyone she was modeling nude for life drawing classes. She could probably tell Britta and Shirley without getting too embarrassed. But she knew if she told them Shirley would end up telling the rest of the group. And that was something she did not want to deal with. She could just imagine the guys reactions. Troy would at best giggle uncontrollably. Pierce would leer at her and then try to get into a class himself. Abed would compare her to a bunch of movies and then probably try to see her in a class as a way of better understanding her 'character'. And Jeff would get jealous and try and get her to stop, while never admitting his reasons for it. And even if none of that happened she was sure there would be resentment over the fact that she had kept something like this from them for so long. At this point it was just easier if she kept what she was doing a secret.

On nights she was modeling she would simply tell the guys she was going out. Troy accepted her vagueness without any questions. But after a while Abed started asking where she was going so frequently, stating that she couldn't be studying because she usually did that in her bedroom. Annie ended up telling him she was taking an art class off campus (which was at least partially true.) Of course he then stated that he never saw her with art supplies or finished art works, leading her to lie and say that she kept everything in class. He still looked at her like he thought she was lying, but thankfully left it at that. But Annie was still nervous that Abed would keep asking question. And that it would only be a matter of time before it all came out.

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"Hello Everyone!" Shirley cooed one morning as she came into the study room. "I hope no one has plans for tonight, because I have a special treat for all of you."

"This doesn't have anything to do with Jesus, does it?" Britta groaned.

"No. Although a little religion would do you good Britta," Shirley pointedly said.

"Hum, interesting. So I guess you'd have no objections if I asked Britta to come to my synagogue then," Annie said.

Pierce scoffed as Shirley glared at Annie. "If she wants a real religious experience then she should learn about the wonderful teachings of-."

Jeff groaned as he looked up from his phone. "Everyone. What did we all agree on?"

"No religious talk." The six of them said in unison.

"Exactly. Let's just keep doing what we agreed on. Believing whatever we believe in without discussing it at all."

"And I'd appreciate it if I'm NOT referred to in the third person. I have a mind of my own," Britta said.

"Yea, sure, lets go with that one," Jeff sarcastically said as he went back to his phone.

Shirley fidgeted a little, her joy over her news having been deflated a bit, before continuing. "My choir is having a concert tonight and I have a solo in two songs. And I'd love it if all of you came to see me sing."

"Aw, that's great. Of course we'll be there," Annie said as she sternly looked at everyone.

"I'm in," Abed said.

"Me to," Troy said.

"I'll go, but because I support your endeavors and the arts. Not because of what your gospel singing is associated with," Britta said.

"Hang on, let me just check the Hawthorne schedule," Pierce made a very big production out of taking out his day planner, putting his reading glasses on, and combing through the pages.

Jeff glanced up as Shirley looked back at him hopefully. "Well if everyone else is going then I'm not going to be the one asshole who declines. Where is it anyway? Your church?"

"Unfortunately no. It's closed tonight while they spray for termites." She cringed at the thought of bugs festering in her house of worship. "So it's being held at the adult learning center across town."

Everyone flinched as Pierce dramatically dropped his day planner on the table. "Well Shirley, after carefully going over my schedule, it looks like I'm free tonight."

"What a surprise." Jeff said mockingly.

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Jeff was bored.

Overall the evening hadn't been that bad. Though gospel music wasn't usually his thing he was able to enjoy the concert. And Shirley's solo's alone had made the evening worth it. He didn't give her much credit, but she really did have an incredible singing voice.

Once the concert was over he and everyone else congratulated Shirley. She hugged them all and told them how happy she was that they came to support her. She then asked that they stay for a while to meet and mingle with her choir friends and the other members of her church.

It was this continuing socialization that was causing Jeff to feel like he was going to die of boredom. For the last half hour he had been making nice with a large number of incredibly dull individuals. He finally was able to hide out in a secluded part of the hallway with his phone. But tonight even Bejeweled couldn't help him through the tediousness of it all. He was sure he would have a less mind-numbing time at one of his mother's social gatherings.

Jeff glanced up as Annie came towards him. "Hey Jeff."

"Hey yourself. Do you think it's possible to actually die from boredom?"

"It's not that bad. The concert was great."

"I didn't say anything about the concert. I was talking about the sea of boring people we're surrounded by. Maybe Greendale's spoiled us, but I actually wouldn't mind some terrifying incident occurring." As Annie giggled Jeff put his phone away. "Thought it looks like I'm getting a brief break by having to visit the porcelain gods."

"Oh, don't use the bathroom on this floor. It's broken."

"Um, thanks. How'd you know that?"

Annie's eyes widened for a moment before she shrugged. "I went to use the bathroom earlier." For a second she was afraid Jeff would be able to tell that she was lying. But luckily he accepted her answer and walked down to the second floor without any questions.

After using the bathroom Jeff was about to walk back upstairs when he decided to take a few moments to explore and avoid the boredom that was waiting for him. As he walked down the hallway he noticed that there were a lot of pieces of art work up on the walls. It seemed they were pieces from art classes that students were displaying. He first looked over a series of triangles and other shapes. Then he moved onto what looked like various objects that had been drawn in a studio. Of those he liked the one of money that was sticking out of a cat skull. He smiled as he decided that he would have to show it to Britta later just to see her reaction.

Jeff turned a corner and found that this series was charcoal drawings of naked people. They seemed to be arranged by the person being drawn, with three or four drawings of the same person. The first set was an old man who reminded Jeff of The Dean in thirty years. Cringing at that mental image he moved onto the next set, which was a fairly attractive heavier set woman. The third set was a young man who looked a bit like Robert Patterson. Maybe I'll bring Annie here and show her these just to see her squirm, he thought with a grin. He moved onto the next set which was-.

Jeff suddenly stopped as he stared at the drawing in front of him. It looked an awful lot like… No, he thought. That's not…it's impossible. There's no way in a million years that Annie would ever…

Jeff took a couple steps closer, staring particularly hard at the face of the person in the drawing. It's not her, he thought. The eyes are too small. Annie has gorgeous big jewel like doe eyes that can look right through you with a mere glance. The nose is all wrong. The eyebrows are uneven. And the woman's hair isn't shiny. Annie's hair is always sleek, and shiny, and smelling like fruit. So of course it can't be Annie.

He moved on to look at the next drawing, trying to ignore the feeling of apprehension that was taking over. The second picture looked even less like Annie then the first one did. He moved onto the third one and-.

Jeff gasped as he looked at the vivid drawing. It was so detailed and exacting that she seemed to almost leap off the page. As Jeff looked into the perfect face on the paper he couldn't deny it anymore. Either Annie had an identical twin she had never revealed, or the naked woman in the drawing was…

If it had been anyone else Jeff would have deeply admired the artist for their skill. Everything about Annie, from her gorgeous face to her incredible body, had been perfectly captured in pencil. But all that was running through Jeff's mind was, Annie's naked. He still tried to wrap his head around that one as he took in her form. Her breasts looked even fuller and perkier then he had imagined they would be. His eyes moved down her stomach to her, holy shit, I never would have guess she's so manicured down there. He felt himself growing hard as he took it all in, from her legs to her eyes and everything in between.

He closed his eyes, almost expecting him to realize he had just been imagining it. But the image stayed exactly as it was when he opened them. He pulled his phone out and took a picture of the drawing to further prove to himself that this was real. And as he did Jeff tried to process exactly what he was seeing. How was it possible that little naïve Annie could pose naked for an art class, he wondered. She gets flustered around anything sexual. And how could she have kept something like this a secret?

Jeff looked at the name displayed next to the drawing, seeing that the artist was a man named Michael Collins. And as Jeff read that name he was hit with a surge of rage. The pervert had stared at Annie naked, he thought. He now had a mental image of her smooth porcelain skin, her perfect breasts, her short yet shapely legs, her doe like eyes. The guy would now probably think about her when he needed to whack off, Jeff angrily thought.

And not just him, Jeff thought. But who knows how many men have now fantasized about Annie naked. There were a whole array of pictures circulating of her naked. This could potentially damage her reputation. What if this keeps her from getting a job or something?

Before anyone could see him Jeff quickly took all three pictures off the wall. For a moment he thought about destroying them, but found he just couldn't do it. Instead he covertly managed to get them out of the building and into his car. As he drove off he knew he would have to confront Annie about this.

Just because he was looking out for her, he thought. Not…for any other reason.