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All italics are quotes taken directly from different timelines, but the rest is mine.

Annie

When I saw Jeff hit his head, it was a natural reaction to jump up to help him. Like always, he tried to pretend hitting his head was no big deal, but I knew that there were so many possibilities for brain damage, scaring, or so many other horrible things. I immediately started leading him towards a more private area for me to look at his head.

The bathroom was occupied by Britta, but the kitchen was free so that's the way we headed. Shirley was baking, but as long as she didn't try to push her pies on us she wouldn't get in the way. It's not like we were going to do anything. Not me and Jeff – that would be ridiculous.

Britta, clearly high, drew Shirley away from the kitchen just as Jeff started looking down at me with the smoldering look. He seemed to wear that look whenever we made eye contact. When I heard Jeff compliment my nurse skills my heart skipped a beat. I immediately stopped thinking about the rest of our study group even though they were just in the neighboring rooms.

"Thank you! I actually had to apply a tourniquet the other day. A guy got stabbed outside my building," I said in response to Jeff's compliment. It wasn't that odd of an occurrence, but it was unfortunate because I stained one of my favorite cardigans with blood.

"What!?" Jeff asked. "Annie you gatta get the hell out of that apartment."

"You don't have to treat me like a kid anymore, remember," I said. I always appreciated Jeff's concern, but if he kept looking at me like a child he would never see that our relationship could be so much more than study group friends. I could only imagine what he would think if he knew about the gun in my purse.

"Yeah, but adults still need to be protected," Jeff said. I hoped he didn't notice the surprise on my face when he called me an adult. "And I can't help but worry about you, Annie. You're very important to me."

I had waited so long to hear him say this. Both acknowledging my age, but also admitting that he truly cared about me as more than a child who needed protecting. Now we were both leaning closer. His body slowly lifted away from the counter and mine went closer, it was almost as if music was playing pushing us forward. We kept leaning until our lips touched.

I had kissed Jeff before, but for some reason, this felt different. Everything else faded away. I couldn't hear our friends and they were the furthest thing from my mind. I was completely focused on Jeff's lips on mine.

The kiss started slow, but it quickly got more heated. I wasn't sure which one of us was pushing it further, maybe it was both of us, but either way I wasn't about to complain. And judging on the way Jeff's hands moved to my hips I don't think he had any complaints either.

I thought about how he had finally confessed his concern for me. For some reason, it felt familiar, but I couldn't place where the familiarity came from. My mind was getting pulled away from this amazing kiss and towards this weird deja vu.

"I'm sorry…I just…I had a weird deja vu," I started speaking before I even realized what I was saying. "That thing you said about worrying about me it's – "

I stopped mid-sentence. I was about to say it was something my dad always said to me, but Jeff had just admitted that he finally didn't see me as a child. I wasn't about to ruin that by bringing up my dad.

Jeff was looking up at me expectantly.

"I shouldn't have brought it up never mind," I said and then started kissing him again before he could protest.

Jeff laughed through the kiss and I sighed relieved I had dodged that verbal bullet. I think he might have thought the sigh was for another reason because very shortly after his hands on my hips tightened and the next thing I knew we had flipped positions. My back was pressed against the counter and he was leaning over me. Our full bodies were pressed against each other, and before I knew it I was lost in the kiss again.

Just as my hand started twisting in his hair and pulling him closer, if that was even possible, Jeff pulled away.

"Annie you can't moan like that," Jeff said. He had pulled his lips away, but his body was still flush against mine and he didn't look like he was going to move. I hadn't even realized I was moaning.

"Why?" I said kissing him lightly on the mouth. He returned the kiss, but quickly pulled away. I tried not to pout, but my face went there automatically.

"Annie, please don't do this to me," Jeff said letting his hand move up my arm.

"Do what?" I asked purposefully making my eyes a little bigger and leaving the pout on my mouth. I didn't want to always relay on my more "childish" characteristics, but I knew they worked on Jeff. I moved one of my hands to his lower back and pushed him closure.

"You know what you're doing," Jess said as his eyes darted down to my lips. "It's not going to work. If we keep going this is going to get out of hand and Abed is going to walk in with the pizza and then he'll tell everyone and – "

Jeff cut off when I started kissing his neck, but it didn't stop him for long.

"And then Britta will get mad at me and Shirley will hit me and Pierce will give me a high five and Troy…" Jeff finally stopped talking when my mouth made it to his again.

We made out for another minute or two, but Jeff then regained his control and pulled away again. This time he took a large step back.

It turned out it was just in time because Abed opened the door only a moment later. We were both out of breath, but a safe distance from each other.

"Pizza time!" Abed said walking in and immediately walking past the clear view of us and to the dining room table.

"Yay!" I said knowing my voice was a little too high.

I could finally hear our friends and it seemed like all of them were arguing.

"Give me this you godless hippie skank," I heard Shirley say.

"You're a sick, sad, twisted old man and I hope you die alone," Troy yelled shortly after.

I heard Jeff sigh in front of me and I looked up.

"Are you ready to go in there?" He asked.

I gave a silent nod. After he saw my affirmation, he gave a small smirk in response and strode into the living room.

"Troy stop freaking out it's a troll. Shirley, don't act like you don't know this about Britta. Abed, share the pizza."

Like we always do, everyone let their anger go and followed Jeff's lead. I hesitated in the doorway to watch Jeff in action and then took my place at the table.

"Okay let's hurry up and play this game of Yahtzee." Jeff said grabbing a slice of pizza.

I tried not to make eye contact with Jeff, but my eyes went there anyway. We stayed locked in that gaze as people move around us. I briefly heard Britta say something about repeating the song playing, but I was too lost in Jeff's eyes to care and he seemed to be too. At least, that's the only explanation I can think of for him allowing Britta to scream Roxanne along with the stereo she had hooked her iPod up to.

Britta's loud singing pulled us out of our gaze. Jeff rolled his eyes at Britta and then Shirley who quickly forgot her anger with Britta and instead became amused by her singing. Before any of us knew it we were all singing along and then I was up dancing with Shirley and Britta.

I was so caught up in the moment I looked to Abed and said, "I really love your place."

I was surprised when he suggested I should move in. I didn't think he was serious, but I did need to seriously consider moving out of my current apartment. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea? I would have to talk to Troy and Abed about it another time, but for now, I was happy and ready to dance.

Before I knew it we were all dancing and singing around the room to Roxanne. Everyone, that is except Jeff. He seemed content just to watch, but that was always his role. He laughed and smiled along with us and he seemed to be smiling a little bigger than normal. When we made eye contact I couldn't help but feel my own smile widen along with him.