A/N - Sorry this is so late. I honestly thought I had uploaded it already, but as it turns out, it's been sitting on my computer for the last three days.

Disclaimer: I compare Community to a kiss from a rose on the gray ... in that I don't own it. I don't know. What the hell does that sentence even mean?

Embarrassing

After the group guilted Jeff into buying them an apology pizza and drinking up his apology soda, they demanded that he go and re-arrange Annie's pillows. He'd declined until they all sang Kiss From A Rose at him, forcing him to flee to Annie's room. He'd been in there for a while now, though. Annie was starting to get worried.

When she walked in, he was sitting on her bed with his legs stretched out in front of him, and a photo album on his lap. He didn't notice her walk in, instead he was smiling down at the album, and turning the page.

"What are you doing?" She asked, causing him to jump.

"What? Nothing. I- Nothing," He stammered, quickly closing the album and shoving it away.

A crease appeared between Annie's brows, and she walked toward him slowly. "Have you been rooting through my stuff?"

Jeff looked like he was trying to think of a lie for a moment, but seemed to give up on it. "Yes," He said apologetically. "You left me alone; that's what you do when people leave you alone in their space, you look."

Annie crossed her arms and sat on the edge of the bed, staring him down.

"I'm sorry," He said. "In my defense," He began, picking up the photo album again, "Baby pictures!"

Annie rolled her eyes, and pulled the book away from him. "No. Sort the pillows."

"I already did," He said, leaning on his side to show her his work. He'd squashed them all together now, but he had actually arranged them properly.

Annie rolled her eyes. "Well you're not getting the photo album back."

"Why?" Jeff asked. "Are you worried that I might find some embarrassing baby photo?"

"No. For your information, I was a really cute baby. I don't have embarrassing photos," Annie told him defiantly.

Jeff raise one eyebrow. "Really?" He challenged.

Annie nodded back confidently.

"Not even this one?" He said, holding up his phone.

Oh no, Annie thought. The one photo. The one single embarrassing baby photo in the entire album and he'd found it. And taken a picture of it on his phone. Oh god no! Why did she even still have that? She thought she'd thrown it away months ago.

It was of her, three years old. Chubby and messy, and covered in dirt. And crying. And sitting in the bathtub. And wearing dungarees. (There was a reason why she'd wanted to keep them on, but she couldn't remember what it was anymore). The point was, it was the stupidest she had ever looked, right behind that one time she crashed through plate glass doors. And now Jeff had it. On his phone.

He seemed to enjoy seeing the panic flash across her features, and turned the phone back to face him, pressing a bunch of buttons.

"Tweeting it!" He sing-songed. She could practically see him hash-tagging it already.

"No! Jeff, please! I'll do anything!" She exclaimed.

His fingers froze, and he smirked mischievously at her. Annie had a sinking feeling that she'd just walked into a trap.

"Get them to stop singing that song."

"What song?"

"Don't play dumb, kid. You know what song."

Of course she knew what song. Britta had downloaded it while they were all eating pizza, and now it was on replay in the blanket fort. If they were quiet enough, they could probably faintly hear it, still playing.

"How am I supposed to do that?" Annie asked.

Jeff shrugged. "I don't know. Disney eyes them. Whatever it takes."

Annie hesitated, but Jeff's thumb hovered over send.

She sighed out in defeat. "Fine."

Jeff grinned like the manipulative bastard that he was. "Pleasure doing business."

Annie rolled her eyes, and walked to the door.

"You know, just because we can't play it, doesn't mean we can't sing it."

"You wouldn't dare," Jeff said.

"Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray," Annie sang back to him in response.

He threw one of her pillows at her, but she dodged it, and walked back to the study group to tell them to stop playing the song.

"I hate you!" She heard Jeff yell half-heartedly from her room, and smiled to herself.