fic: fire meet gasoline (0/?)
title: fire meet gasoline
author: audrey_lauras
pairing: jeff/annie duh doy!
word count (for the chapter): 1.500
rating: PG13 for this chapter
disclaimer: none of these guys are of my creation. the title is obviously from sia's wonderful song.
summary: britta and annie are spending the night together
notes: this is more like an opening to the fic. i really wanted to write britta and annie together which is why jeff is not needed!
0. in which britta and annie talk about boys
Abed went to an Inspector Spacetime event for a week. That meant a week alone with Britta, hence a week full of struggles. Not that she didn’t like Britta or didn’t enjoy spending time with her… they were just really, really different people.
For example, right now Annie was trying to read a book on the couch and Britta was rolling a joint. (No judgement here, Annie was hooked on pills once after all.)
“Britta, could you open up a window?” (At least?) Annie was using her sweetest voice /and not in a condescending way.
“On it!” She spilled some of her mix on the floor and tried to cover it with her hand while also trying to reach for the window. What a mess. Annie smiled at the woman who was ten years her senior and realised she was actually worried that Annie was going to say something. After Britta opened up a window and returned to her original place (which was on the floor, right next to Annie) she started looking at Annie with demanding eyes.
Okay, what now? “What?”
Britta smiled coyly. “What do you and Abed do normally?”
Let’s not get into this… again. Britta did have this need to please people to fit in. (It’s not like you don’t have that, Annie.) Okay, back to square one. “Britta, we don’t have to do anything. We are just sitting, that’s okay. Most of the times we just sit.”
Britta was weighing her joint and testing to see if anything will fall off. She then lit it up. “Okay, what do girls do when they are together at night? I could make us cocoas.”
Annie scrunched her nose. “Britta, you are a girl.”
“I’m never one of the girls.”
Thanks for playing that card, Britta. Ugh. You are the girl for some people. Well Annie, that’s not helping. Kind of Britta’s point too. “What do you want to do?”
Britta made her way to Annie’s couch and put her hand on one of the cushions on the couch. “We could talk about booooys.”
“You talk, I’ll listen.” Annie finally put her book down and faced the blonde woman sitting right next to her (well technically under) with her grabby hands and funky smelling smoke.
“Whaddya mean you talk I’ll listen? I asked first.”
This was getting on Annie’s nerves and it was not Britta’s fault. That’s what she has been telling herself for a long time. It is not Britta’s fault. She tried so hard not to sound sarcastic. “Ummm…Last guy I didn’t make up and was actually dating transferred to another school for a hacky sack tournament. Or something like that. I don’t even remember anymore. He wrote me a song though, it was cute.” Britta looked at Annie for a loooooong time as if she didn’t get the joke. It almost looked like she was regretting something. “It’s okay, I’m only joking.”
Britta didn’t laugh.
“What about Rich?”
Oh, that guy. Oh, THAT day. The day Jeff Winger acted like a seven year old who got his candy bar stolen by an almost better looking seven year old and then gave Annie a speech that concluded with “we are in the men’s room.” Annie didn’t lose any time to go ask Rich out which led to another heart break.
“What about him? He said he was older than me- and ugh, Britta, I really am not in the mood to talk about my imaginary love life.”
Britta put out her joint and looked at Annie more seriously. “Okay, if you want to date I can make you date.”
“Make me date?” Oh, come on.
“I can set you up.”
“Oh, come on!”
Britta got up and made her way to the couch to sit next to Annie. Her cold hands found Annie’s and Annie felt like she was going to hear a really long talk about feminism.
“Are you not over Jeff?”
Catch your breath. WHAT? Annie was sure her eyes were wide open at this point, probably her hands as cold as Britta’s. What is this question? When was I… UNDER Jeff? (That didn’t come out right.) She was feeling really faint at the moment to think about a response. So what followed was an empty laughter… and then some long, unstable rambling. “What do you mean OVER JEFF? Are you asking me whether if I’m not OVER that two kisses we had WHICH WERE by the way INITIATED by ME?” No control over your voice, amazing. So convincing when you point out you started both of the kisses.
“I- yeah. I guess that’s what I’m asking.”
Now is the time to do some damage control, Annie. “I was never under the Winger spell so… yeah, I think I am okay.”
“The Winger spell…” Britta giggled and shrugged. “Good for you, Annie. He is not a good guy.”
“Not a GOOD guy? Jeff goes through a lot of crap for us, Britta. Do you know how hard it is for someone like Jeff to step out of their comfort zone?”
Britta finally released Annie’s hand to lean back and reach for the remote. “I surrender. Hey, do you guys any of that murder mystery show Abed hates recorded anywhere?”
“UGH. Britta. You can’t just say anything you want and move on with your-“ Annie was swinging her hands like a maniac at Britta’s direction.
“With your television show hunt thing with the stupid remote-“
“Annie, please breathe.”
“You just can’t.”
Annie realised that it was really dark in the house. It was very cold too, because of the open window. The buzzing sound the TV was making was more audible than ever. Annie’s heart was racing almost like it wanted to break free from her chest. Oh and Britta was looking at her as if she wanted to psychoanalyse the crap out of Annie.
“You wanted me to drop it so I dropped it. What do you want me to say? Jeff is a good guy. What I meant was he is not good for you.” She then said something like obviously under her breath.
Problem number one was: Britta asked her the goddamn question.
Problem number two was: Annie was not prepared for it.
Problem number three was: Annie really needed to talk to someone about it. So much that she could burst into tears right now.
Problem number four was: Britta was not that person because Annie had zero confidence after their latest engagement announcement. (and then the cancellation) Annie never knew when something was going on between those two. For all she knew they could be having sex or dating or doing whatever they do when they want one another right at this moment… via texting.
Yet she literally just asked Britta to continue talking about it.
“Annie? You gonna say anything?”
I really, really like him, Britta. I don’t even know why. We don’t talk much anymore. Greendale is not the same. Nobody is the same. Sometimes I wish we never saved it. That we never found that secret passageway. I even wish that you guys never cancelled your wedding plans. I wish everybody just went on with whatever they were going to do if the school went under. Maybe I could forget about him then. It’s really ridiculous how much I care about that stupid smile of hi- okay, Annie, took it too far even in your mind.
“Not really. I was- I was just being cranky because you said he wasn’t a good guy! That’s really mean!” Sounded more like her old self.
“He is a nice person…” Britta’s voice got weaker and she looked like she was thinking about something. “I never had feelings for Jeff, Annie. Not like…” She looked at Annie quickly and averted her eyes again, “Not like, say, someone who was in love with him. What we had was complicated. It is complicated but it’s also very over.”
Oh, then they are not dating right now. Who knows what’s going to happen in a week? “What’s it to me?”
“I’m just sharing… girl to girl. Girl talk. Pillow fights. Boys. Isn’t this what we should be doing? I am going to make some cocoas whether you like it or not.”
Annie let out a relaxed laugh. “Put some marshmallows in mine.”
“Awwwww!”
Need to relax a bit. She looked at her book longingly. She really didn’t want to talk to Britta about Jeff. She could listen to her ramble about him though. They did have an intimacy Annie never shared with Jeff. This was getting out of hand.
After a few burns and ouches Britta came with two wonderful smelling cocoas and started talking about Jeff Winger’s ridiculously high butt crack and his men boobs which left Annie laughing hysterically.
“If anything,” said Britta, “not that it concerns you but I know a few ways to get over that spell.”
author: audrey_lauras
pairing: jeff/annie duh doy!
word count (for the chapter): 1.500
rating: PG13 for this chapter
disclaimer: none of these guys are of my creation. the title is obviously from sia's wonderful song.
summary: britta and annie are spending the night together
notes: this is more like an opening to the fic. i really wanted to write britta and annie together which is why jeff is not needed!
0. in which britta and annie talk about boys
Abed went to an Inspector Spacetime event for a week. That meant a week alone with Britta, hence a week full of struggles. Not that she didn’t like Britta or didn’t enjoy spending time with her… they were just really, really different people.
For example, right now Annie was trying to read a book on the couch and Britta was rolling a joint. (No judgement here, Annie was hooked on pills once after all.)
“Britta, could you open up a window?” (At least?) Annie was using her sweetest voice /and not in a condescending way.
“On it!” She spilled some of her mix on the floor and tried to cover it with her hand while also trying to reach for the window. What a mess. Annie smiled at the woman who was ten years her senior and realised she was actually worried that Annie was going to say something. After Britta opened up a window and returned to her original place (which was on the floor, right next to Annie) she started looking at Annie with demanding eyes.
Okay, what now? “What?”
Britta smiled coyly. “What do you and Abed do normally?”
Let’s not get into this… again. Britta did have this need to please people to fit in. (It’s not like you don’t have that, Annie.) Okay, back to square one. “Britta, we don’t have to do anything. We are just sitting, that’s okay. Most of the times we just sit.”
Britta was weighing her joint and testing to see if anything will fall off. She then lit it up. “Okay, what do girls do when they are together at night? I could make us cocoas.”
Annie scrunched her nose. “Britta, you are a girl.”
“I’m never one of the girls.”
Thanks for playing that card, Britta. Ugh. You are the girl for some people. Well Annie, that’s not helping. Kind of Britta’s point too. “What do you want to do?”
Britta made her way to Annie’s couch and put her hand on one of the cushions on the couch. “We could talk about booooys.”
“You talk, I’ll listen.” Annie finally put her book down and faced the blonde woman sitting right next to her (well technically under) with her grabby hands and funky smelling smoke.
“Whaddya mean you talk I’ll listen? I asked first.”
This was getting on Annie’s nerves and it was not Britta’s fault. That’s what she has been telling herself for a long time. It is not Britta’s fault. She tried so hard not to sound sarcastic. “Ummm…Last guy I didn’t make up and was actually dating transferred to another school for a hacky sack tournament. Or something like that. I don’t even remember anymore. He wrote me a song though, it was cute.” Britta looked at Annie for a loooooong time as if she didn’t get the joke. It almost looked like she was regretting something. “It’s okay, I’m only joking.”
Britta didn’t laugh.
“What about Rich?”
Oh, that guy. Oh, THAT day. The day Jeff Winger acted like a seven year old who got his candy bar stolen by an almost better looking seven year old and then gave Annie a speech that concluded with “we are in the men’s room.” Annie didn’t lose any time to go ask Rich out which led to another heart break.
“What about him? He said he was older than me- and ugh, Britta, I really am not in the mood to talk about my imaginary love life.”
Britta put out her joint and looked at Annie more seriously. “Okay, if you want to date I can make you date.”
“Make me date?” Oh, come on.
“I can set you up.”
“Oh, come on!”
Britta got up and made her way to the couch to sit next to Annie. Her cold hands found Annie’s and Annie felt like she was going to hear a really long talk about feminism.
“Are you not over Jeff?”
Catch your breath. WHAT? Annie was sure her eyes were wide open at this point, probably her hands as cold as Britta’s. What is this question? When was I… UNDER Jeff? (That didn’t come out right.) She was feeling really faint at the moment to think about a response. So what followed was an empty laughter… and then some long, unstable rambling. “What do you mean OVER JEFF? Are you asking me whether if I’m not OVER that two kisses we had WHICH WERE by the way INITIATED by ME?” No control over your voice, amazing. So convincing when you point out you started both of the kisses.
“I- yeah. I guess that’s what I’m asking.”
Now is the time to do some damage control, Annie. “I was never under the Winger spell so… yeah, I think I am okay.”
“The Winger spell…” Britta giggled and shrugged. “Good for you, Annie. He is not a good guy.”
“Not a GOOD guy? Jeff goes through a lot of crap for us, Britta. Do you know how hard it is for someone like Jeff to step out of their comfort zone?”
Britta finally released Annie’s hand to lean back and reach for the remote. “I surrender. Hey, do you guys any of that murder mystery show Abed hates recorded anywhere?”
“UGH. Britta. You can’t just say anything you want and move on with your-“ Annie was swinging her hands like a maniac at Britta’s direction.
“With your television show hunt thing with the stupid remote-“
“Annie, please breathe.”
“You just can’t.”
Annie realised that it was really dark in the house. It was very cold too, because of the open window. The buzzing sound the TV was making was more audible than ever. Annie’s heart was racing almost like it wanted to break free from her chest. Oh and Britta was looking at her as if she wanted to psychoanalyse the crap out of Annie.
“You wanted me to drop it so I dropped it. What do you want me to say? Jeff is a good guy. What I meant was he is not good for you.” She then said something like obviously under her breath.
Problem number one was: Britta asked her the goddamn question.
Problem number two was: Annie was not prepared for it.
Problem number three was: Annie really needed to talk to someone about it. So much that she could burst into tears right now.
Problem number four was: Britta was not that person because Annie had zero confidence after their latest engagement announcement. (and then the cancellation) Annie never knew when something was going on between those two. For all she knew they could be having sex or dating or doing whatever they do when they want one another right at this moment… via texting.
Yet she literally just asked Britta to continue talking about it.
“Annie? You gonna say anything?”
I really, really like him, Britta. I don’t even know why. We don’t talk much anymore. Greendale is not the same. Nobody is the same. Sometimes I wish we never saved it. That we never found that secret passageway. I even wish that you guys never cancelled your wedding plans. I wish everybody just went on with whatever they were going to do if the school went under. Maybe I could forget about him then. It’s really ridiculous how much I care about that stupid smile of hi- okay, Annie, took it too far even in your mind.
“Not really. I was- I was just being cranky because you said he wasn’t a good guy! That’s really mean!” Sounded more like her old self.
“He is a nice person…” Britta’s voice got weaker and she looked like she was thinking about something. “I never had feelings for Jeff, Annie. Not like…” She looked at Annie quickly and averted her eyes again, “Not like, say, someone who was in love with him. What we had was complicated. It is complicated but it’s also very over.”
Oh, then they are not dating right now. Who knows what’s going to happen in a week? “What’s it to me?”
“I’m just sharing… girl to girl. Girl talk. Pillow fights. Boys. Isn’t this what we should be doing? I am going to make some cocoas whether you like it or not.”
Annie let out a relaxed laugh. “Put some marshmallows in mine.”
“Awwwww!”
Need to relax a bit. She looked at her book longingly. She really didn’t want to talk to Britta about Jeff. She could listen to her ramble about him though. They did have an intimacy Annie never shared with Jeff. This was getting out of hand.
After a few burns and ouches Britta came with two wonderful smelling cocoas and started talking about Jeff Winger’s ridiculously high butt crack and his men boobs which left Annie laughing hysterically.
“If anything,” said Britta, “not that it concerns you but I know a few ways to get over that spell.”