Snapshots
Snapshots
Pairing: Abed/Troy
Summary: Snapshots of Troy and Abed, and the various moments which defined their relationship.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in relation to Community, nor do I profit from this piece of fiction.
AN: How is there not more fic for this awesome couple? Seriously, they are beyond cute and there are at least three hundred billion references to their feelings in the show. Hope you enjoy my fic and please leave a thought on how it is!
--xx--
"D'you want to watch Piranha?"
"Already seen it."
"Oh. Was it good?"
"It had a weak script, surprisingly well known supporting actors and a seventy five percent on screen inclusion of nudity."
"Sweet."
"More surprising then anything since the premise of giant, flesh eating cannibalistic piranhas was enough of a draw already."
"Do you want to see it again?"
"Nope."
"Damn."
Abed adjusted his bag's strap while Troy looked at the ground disappointedly. Greendale had been uncommonly cold so the bulky jacket that Abed had thrown on made his usual strap feel slightly uncomfortable. He hadn't really wanted to see Piranha's, after all, he had already guessed the end of the movie before seeing it. However, it seemed to be something popular enough to appear in every day conversations. He wanted to be prepared, or at least keep up the pretense that he had seen every movie ever created (which is number two on his bucket list).
"Do we have to go to classes today?"
"Yes. Why?" He inquired, a little surprised since Troy never seemed to skip classes.
".... I was just... not in the mood today."
Abed stopped walking, noticing a common tone which seemed to suggest feelings of restlessness or disappointment. Classes had always seemed quite eventful to him and the thought of missing another random event was slightly strange. He wondered what it would be like to enter one of the group's spontaneous adventures half way through. It seemed hollow.
"There is something upsetting you."
Troy looked at him warily, before glancing the other way as he spoke darkly, "No, there isn't."
"Yes there is," he stepped to the side slightly so that he could maintain eye contact, "The tone of your voice implies unresolved or disappointing issues which, considering your usual positive demeanor, must be intimate to your personal life, or they otherwise would not have affected your general mood."
"Yeah, well," said Troy moodily, his hand coming to pull his backpack into a more comfortable position, "It's nothing. Really."
Abed eyed him skeptically, "Your reinforcement of a normal and blasé state of emotions only seems to cement the likelihood of the issue being personal or either family related."
"Which is Abed speak for: spill your guts, right?"
"Correct."
Troy sighed, looking down at the brickwork they were walking over. "It's just... my dad."
"Oh."
"Yeah," he said meaningfully.
They walked in silence for a few moments, neither quite knowing how to approach the situation. They had dealt with a runaway simulation rocket, and yet, they had never really discussed anything serious before. It had made their friendship incredibly close, but incredibly hollow, neither one wanting to approach too many details of the past. Since he was theoretically quite good at identifying emotionally charged situations but horrible at participating in them, Abed had never quite been sure when to ask or even explain those intimate parts of his past.
"Considering the resigned nature of your revelations, am I right in assuming that things aren't going very well between you and your father?"
"Yeah," Troy paused, "I mean, he's probably a good person. I'm sure he is but... it's not like he's even been around for me to find that out. Poor Nana, she had to raise me all by myself while Dad didn't even lift a hand."
"I had guessed that there were some issues with your parents when you brought your Nana to family night."
"I wasn't going to bring anyone but... I mean, she put food on the table and drove me to school all my life. Felt kinda guilty, you know?"
"No I don't but in your situation, it does make sense," Abed conceded as he thought over the situation. "Am I right in assuming that your father now wants to reconnect with you, despite having made no effort to do so before?"
"You know me way too well. But yeah, he has. Not like he didn't have twenty years to start, I guess he was just too busy."
"Classic sitcom scenario."
"Tell me about it."
"So what are you going to do?"
"Don't know... but I don't really want to go to classes. Pierce will probably start up something racist about me having a dead beat dad."
"He would. Shirley might be good to talk to?"
"Nah, I was just thinking we could hang."
Slightly taken aback, especially considering that no one had ever approached him for advice before, let alone a shoulder to figuratively cry on, Abed bit his lip. In Scrubs, J.D had always seemed quite comfortable with confronting emotional issues. Even when he did, there seemed to be a ratio of listening to speaking which made the outcome either favorable or disastrous. Even in Breakfast Club, the most emotionally healed part of the movie was when they were simply listening to each other speak. He hadn't been lying when he said that T.V had raised him. Looking over to Troy, he noticed that his friend was looking at him expectantly.
"Ice-cream?"
Troy smiled, "Yeah."
There was something incredibly satisfying about Troy's smile. Something which for just a few moments, seemed to make Abed forget that he was naturally awkward in such a situation.
--xx--
"Weren't you wearing that shirt yesterday?"
Troy looked up, "Hm, yeah? Why?"
Britta grinned, "Oh come on, who's the lucky lady?"
"What?"
"Obviously you made a booty call last night and didn't have time to rush home this morning and change. Believe me, I know what a booty call looks like and you're screaming of it."
Not looking up from his paper, Jeff cut in loudly, "Just because you've experienced every stereotypical college guys fantasy, doesn't mean the rest of us have."
"Oh please, like I'm the only person in this room who has ever made a booty call!"
Shirley sniffed loudly, "Jesus doesn't approve of booty calls."
"As if you haven't had a booty call before," said Pierce loudly.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, it's your people that made up that term."
It wasn't long before the rest of the group was checking their phones. "My people?"
Annie cut in, "I haven't made a booty call."
"That's because you're a good girl," said Shirley, beaming at her friend.
"Guys, shut up. You're all just detracting from my original point," said Britta as she turned back to Troy, "who is she?"
Looking genuinely confused, Troy glanced around, "I told you, no one. I was just at Abed's last night."
Jeff folded his newspaper, "So we still haven't ruled out the possibility of a booty call then."
"Wait, what?" Said Troy as the rest of the group grinned.
Abed, having recently committed himself to silence, spoke, "I think they're trying to suggest that you made a booty call to me last night."
"What?"
Britta sighed, "Don't worry."
"They think you're gay," said Pierce, completely oblivious to the subtlety of Britta's sign off.
Mouth falling open, Troy looked at Pierce incredulously, "Me? Gay?"
"Well, you do spend a lot of time with Abed." Britta said as she leaned back in her chair.
"But we just watched movies. Didn't we Abed?"
"Tom Cruise in the Last Samurai and Christian Bale in Equilibrium."
"And that accounts for four hours of the night, then." Said Britta with a smug smile.
"Whatever," said Troy as he gathered up his books and slipped on his jacket, "You all just wish you had an Abed. Jealousy."
Leaving the room quickly, with the groups eyes on him, he sped down the corridor.
Jeff leaned back in his chair, "Well, next time I don't feel like confronting my issues, I think I'll just leave the room as well. Seems to cut short a conversation pretty well."
"But he was right, wasn't he," said Abed, as he gazed around the room, "You do all just want an Abed of your own? A non committal separate entity that will never reveal, spread nor exaggerate anything told in confidence and will also sit with you for 4 hours straight without feeling awkward at all."
A silence spread around the room.
"That would be nice," said Annie quietly, while Abed also left the room. Presumedly, to be an Abed to Troy.
"So are they gay for each other, or what?" Said Pierce angrily, having fallen from the conversation a few minutes ago.
--xx--
"My dad wants you over for dinner."
"Since when?"
"Since I started talking about you."
"You've been talking about me?"
"Why wouldn't I? You're my best friend."
"That is true. I don't know, I don't talk about you with my nan. Hadn't really thought about it before."
"What about with your dad?"
"I talk about basketball with him and that's about it."
"I thought you said he was trying to reconnect?"
"Thought so too. Turns out that he lost his job and was just trying to mooch of my nan. Deadbeat."
"Sounds like it. So, will you come over?"
"When?"
"After class."
"It's after class."
"Then now."
Troy sighed, "Okay," he said as he turned to Abed, "How are we getting there?"
"He said he'd pick me up."
"Okay, fine. Anyways, why didn't you ask me earlier?"
"The later I asked you, the less time you would have to back out."
"Come on man, I wouldn't back out on this kind of thing."
"Well," said Abed matter-of-factly, "people say that, and then they realize that they have to talk to my dad."
"He's not that bad."
"We'll see."
They sat in silence for a moment. Troy could almost feel the nervous energy vibrating off his friend. He realized, after a few more moments of reflecting on his friends state, that perhaps Abed hadn't invited anyone over to his house for dinner. He knew that he had never had a close friend before, and that his childhood had been spent in an eternal state of loneliness and guilt, both stemming from his mothers departure. To Abed, dinner was the equivalent of a mountain, treacherous and filled with sheer cliffs and then a quick downhill run.
"Does your dad like me?"
"He hasn't really met you properly."
"But does he mind when you talk about me?"
Abed paused for a minute, "You're probably aware of my lack of active social skills," before Troy could interject, Abed continued, "I know that I don't behave like other people and for that, I think my father has always resented me. I know that part of the reason my mum left was because my father kept on pressuring her to have a second son, just so I wouldn't have to take over the family business. All he's really wanted was for me to fit in and now that I have, he's curious as to how that happened. He wants to meet you properly so that he can see what he has been doing wrong, even though we both know that he would never change. You accept me because I accept you, which is something my father can't comprehend."
"Intense. He wants to meet me because I must be pretty different to be friends with you?"
"Exactly."
"No offense but he sounds like a bit of a dick."
"That's my dad you're talking about," before Troy could apologize, he continued, "And yes, he is."
Troy looked to the ground for a minute, before moving closer to Abed. Soon, they were sitting next to each other, barely a few centimeters between them as they waited for their ride. He could tell that Abed was uncomfortable, especially with the way that Troy was looking at him. "You're a pretty smart guy.... Does it ever annoy you how people think you're an idiot?"
Abed breathed through his nose for a moment, glanced at him stiffly and then looked to the road once more, "I don't think less of anyone for assuming that my lack of empathy is a sign of stupidity. If people don't understand, they often don't want to."
Circling his arm around the other boys, Troy pushed Abed's shoulder lightheartedly, enjoying the warmth of another persons heat. They waited for a few moments, before a car rounded the corner. "That's my dad," said Abed nervously as he jumped up. Troy sighed, annoyed at the lack of heat and of the other boy's presence. It was going to be a long night.
--xx--
"How much have you had tonight?"
"One beer."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." Troy and Abed rounded another corner as Abed spoke again, "And you don't have to walk me home. I'm not going to be murdered, bashed, abducted by aliens or thrown into any other movie scenario between the car and my dorm."
"Can't be too careful. I have a sneaking suspicion that something really bad happened on halloween. Not sure I want anyone out at night on Campus."
In view of Abed's dorm room, Troy frowned, "So, you said that you had one beer but man, you smell of alcohol."
"Oh, that." Said Abed. "Someone threw a drink in my face tonight."
"Wait, what?"
"I must have upset him."
"Damn right you did. What happened?"
"I was propositioned for sex, turned it down and then had a drink thrown in my face."
Troy stopped outside of the dorm room door, "What! You.... were hit on... by a guy?"
"Yep. But I got a free beer and some interesting shampoo."
"I can't believe it." Standing in silence for a moment, Abed flicked through his numerous key collection before slotting a shiny, silver key into the lock and twisting it. Flicking on a small desk light, Troy mechanically walked into the room. "So... just out of curiosity... why did you turn him down?"
"Other then the fact that he propositioned me in a seedy bar without even bothering to listen to conversation?"
"Yeah, other then that."
"I didn't like him."
"Oh," Troy bit his lip, trying not to blush, "Do you like someone?"
"Yes."
"Oh." Abed had replied so quickly and surely that it surprised Troy. He wasn't used to viewing Abed as someone with romantic feelings, so the thought of him regarding someone as being cute, funny or attractive was strange. "It's Annie, isn't it?"
"Nope?"
".... Shirley?"
"Nope."
"Britta?"
"Nope?"
"Oh come on, give me a hint!"
"Okay," and before Troy could even comprehend what was happening, Abed was in front of him, leaning down and capturing his lips. They weren't smooth, like the girls he had kissed before but rough. Closing his eyes, he leaned into the kiss, allowing his hands to grasp onto Abed's arms and eventually cup his face. It wasn't a long kiss, but when they broke apart, even Abed seemed bemused. His friend licked his lips, before frowning at him, "Huh, I thought you would have punched me by now."
Troy stared at Abed, ".... I don't know why I haven't either...."
Slowly, with more sweetness than spontaneity, Troy leaned in and kissed Abed.
--xx--
AN: Hope you enjoyed. They are a barrel of laughs and cuteness :D Please review and let me know how it all was. :)
Pairing: Abed/Troy
Summary: Snapshots of Troy and Abed, and the various moments which defined their relationship.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in relation to Community, nor do I profit from this piece of fiction.
AN: How is there not more fic for this awesome couple? Seriously, they are beyond cute and there are at least three hundred billion references to their feelings in the show. Hope you enjoy my fic and please leave a thought on how it is!
--xx--
"D'you want to watch Piranha?"
"Already seen it."
"Oh. Was it good?"
"It had a weak script, surprisingly well known supporting actors and a seventy five percent on screen inclusion of nudity."
"Sweet."
"More surprising then anything since the premise of giant, flesh eating cannibalistic piranhas was enough of a draw already."
"Do you want to see it again?"
"Nope."
"Damn."
Abed adjusted his bag's strap while Troy looked at the ground disappointedly. Greendale had been uncommonly cold so the bulky jacket that Abed had thrown on made his usual strap feel slightly uncomfortable. He hadn't really wanted to see Piranha's, after all, he had already guessed the end of the movie before seeing it. However, it seemed to be something popular enough to appear in every day conversations. He wanted to be prepared, or at least keep up the pretense that he had seen every movie ever created (which is number two on his bucket list).
"Do we have to go to classes today?"
"Yes. Why?" He inquired, a little surprised since Troy never seemed to skip classes.
".... I was just... not in the mood today."
Abed stopped walking, noticing a common tone which seemed to suggest feelings of restlessness or disappointment. Classes had always seemed quite eventful to him and the thought of missing another random event was slightly strange. He wondered what it would be like to enter one of the group's spontaneous adventures half way through. It seemed hollow.
"There is something upsetting you."
Troy looked at him warily, before glancing the other way as he spoke darkly, "No, there isn't."
"Yes there is," he stepped to the side slightly so that he could maintain eye contact, "The tone of your voice implies unresolved or disappointing issues which, considering your usual positive demeanor, must be intimate to your personal life, or they otherwise would not have affected your general mood."
"Yeah, well," said Troy moodily, his hand coming to pull his backpack into a more comfortable position, "It's nothing. Really."
Abed eyed him skeptically, "Your reinforcement of a normal and blasé state of emotions only seems to cement the likelihood of the issue being personal or either family related."
"Which is Abed speak for: spill your guts, right?"
"Correct."
Troy sighed, looking down at the brickwork they were walking over. "It's just... my dad."
"Oh."
"Yeah," he said meaningfully.
They walked in silence for a few moments, neither quite knowing how to approach the situation. They had dealt with a runaway simulation rocket, and yet, they had never really discussed anything serious before. It had made their friendship incredibly close, but incredibly hollow, neither one wanting to approach too many details of the past. Since he was theoretically quite good at identifying emotionally charged situations but horrible at participating in them, Abed had never quite been sure when to ask or even explain those intimate parts of his past.
"Considering the resigned nature of your revelations, am I right in assuming that things aren't going very well between you and your father?"
"Yeah," Troy paused, "I mean, he's probably a good person. I'm sure he is but... it's not like he's even been around for me to find that out. Poor Nana, she had to raise me all by myself while Dad didn't even lift a hand."
"I had guessed that there were some issues with your parents when you brought your Nana to family night."
"I wasn't going to bring anyone but... I mean, she put food on the table and drove me to school all my life. Felt kinda guilty, you know?"
"No I don't but in your situation, it does make sense," Abed conceded as he thought over the situation. "Am I right in assuming that your father now wants to reconnect with you, despite having made no effort to do so before?"
"You know me way too well. But yeah, he has. Not like he didn't have twenty years to start, I guess he was just too busy."
"Classic sitcom scenario."
"Tell me about it."
"So what are you going to do?"
"Don't know... but I don't really want to go to classes. Pierce will probably start up something racist about me having a dead beat dad."
"He would. Shirley might be good to talk to?"
"Nah, I was just thinking we could hang."
Slightly taken aback, especially considering that no one had ever approached him for advice before, let alone a shoulder to figuratively cry on, Abed bit his lip. In Scrubs, J.D had always seemed quite comfortable with confronting emotional issues. Even when he did, there seemed to be a ratio of listening to speaking which made the outcome either favorable or disastrous. Even in Breakfast Club, the most emotionally healed part of the movie was when they were simply listening to each other speak. He hadn't been lying when he said that T.V had raised him. Looking over to Troy, he noticed that his friend was looking at him expectantly.
"Ice-cream?"
Troy smiled, "Yeah."
There was something incredibly satisfying about Troy's smile. Something which for just a few moments, seemed to make Abed forget that he was naturally awkward in such a situation.
--xx--
"Weren't you wearing that shirt yesterday?"
Troy looked up, "Hm, yeah? Why?"
Britta grinned, "Oh come on, who's the lucky lady?"
"What?"
"Obviously you made a booty call last night and didn't have time to rush home this morning and change. Believe me, I know what a booty call looks like and you're screaming of it."
Not looking up from his paper, Jeff cut in loudly, "Just because you've experienced every stereotypical college guys fantasy, doesn't mean the rest of us have."
"Oh please, like I'm the only person in this room who has ever made a booty call!"
Shirley sniffed loudly, "Jesus doesn't approve of booty calls."
"As if you haven't had a booty call before," said Pierce loudly.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, it's your people that made up that term."
It wasn't long before the rest of the group was checking their phones. "My people?"
Annie cut in, "I haven't made a booty call."
"That's because you're a good girl," said Shirley, beaming at her friend.
"Guys, shut up. You're all just detracting from my original point," said Britta as she turned back to Troy, "who is she?"
Looking genuinely confused, Troy glanced around, "I told you, no one. I was just at Abed's last night."
Jeff folded his newspaper, "So we still haven't ruled out the possibility of a booty call then."
"Wait, what?" Said Troy as the rest of the group grinned.
Abed, having recently committed himself to silence, spoke, "I think they're trying to suggest that you made a booty call to me last night."
"What?"
Britta sighed, "Don't worry."
"They think you're gay," said Pierce, completely oblivious to the subtlety of Britta's sign off.
Mouth falling open, Troy looked at Pierce incredulously, "Me? Gay?"
"Well, you do spend a lot of time with Abed." Britta said as she leaned back in her chair.
"But we just watched movies. Didn't we Abed?"
"Tom Cruise in the Last Samurai and Christian Bale in Equilibrium."
"And that accounts for four hours of the night, then." Said Britta with a smug smile.
"Whatever," said Troy as he gathered up his books and slipped on his jacket, "You all just wish you had an Abed. Jealousy."
Leaving the room quickly, with the groups eyes on him, he sped down the corridor.
Jeff leaned back in his chair, "Well, next time I don't feel like confronting my issues, I think I'll just leave the room as well. Seems to cut short a conversation pretty well."
"But he was right, wasn't he," said Abed, as he gazed around the room, "You do all just want an Abed of your own? A non committal separate entity that will never reveal, spread nor exaggerate anything told in confidence and will also sit with you for 4 hours straight without feeling awkward at all."
A silence spread around the room.
"That would be nice," said Annie quietly, while Abed also left the room. Presumedly, to be an Abed to Troy.
"So are they gay for each other, or what?" Said Pierce angrily, having fallen from the conversation a few minutes ago.
--xx--
"My dad wants you over for dinner."
"Since when?"
"Since I started talking about you."
"You've been talking about me?"
"Why wouldn't I? You're my best friend."
"That is true. I don't know, I don't talk about you with my nan. Hadn't really thought about it before."
"What about with your dad?"
"I talk about basketball with him and that's about it."
"I thought you said he was trying to reconnect?"
"Thought so too. Turns out that he lost his job and was just trying to mooch of my nan. Deadbeat."
"Sounds like it. So, will you come over?"
"When?"
"After class."
"It's after class."
"Then now."
Troy sighed, "Okay," he said as he turned to Abed, "How are we getting there?"
"He said he'd pick me up."
"Okay, fine. Anyways, why didn't you ask me earlier?"
"The later I asked you, the less time you would have to back out."
"Come on man, I wouldn't back out on this kind of thing."
"Well," said Abed matter-of-factly, "people say that, and then they realize that they have to talk to my dad."
"He's not that bad."
"We'll see."
They sat in silence for a moment. Troy could almost feel the nervous energy vibrating off his friend. He realized, after a few more moments of reflecting on his friends state, that perhaps Abed hadn't invited anyone over to his house for dinner. He knew that he had never had a close friend before, and that his childhood had been spent in an eternal state of loneliness and guilt, both stemming from his mothers departure. To Abed, dinner was the equivalent of a mountain, treacherous and filled with sheer cliffs and then a quick downhill run.
"Does your dad like me?"
"He hasn't really met you properly."
"But does he mind when you talk about me?"
Abed paused for a minute, "You're probably aware of my lack of active social skills," before Troy could interject, Abed continued, "I know that I don't behave like other people and for that, I think my father has always resented me. I know that part of the reason my mum left was because my father kept on pressuring her to have a second son, just so I wouldn't have to take over the family business. All he's really wanted was for me to fit in and now that I have, he's curious as to how that happened. He wants to meet you properly so that he can see what he has been doing wrong, even though we both know that he would never change. You accept me because I accept you, which is something my father can't comprehend."
"Intense. He wants to meet me because I must be pretty different to be friends with you?"
"Exactly."
"No offense but he sounds like a bit of a dick."
"That's my dad you're talking about," before Troy could apologize, he continued, "And yes, he is."
Troy looked to the ground for a minute, before moving closer to Abed. Soon, they were sitting next to each other, barely a few centimeters between them as they waited for their ride. He could tell that Abed was uncomfortable, especially with the way that Troy was looking at him. "You're a pretty smart guy.... Does it ever annoy you how people think you're an idiot?"
Abed breathed through his nose for a moment, glanced at him stiffly and then looked to the road once more, "I don't think less of anyone for assuming that my lack of empathy is a sign of stupidity. If people don't understand, they often don't want to."
Circling his arm around the other boys, Troy pushed Abed's shoulder lightheartedly, enjoying the warmth of another persons heat. They waited for a few moments, before a car rounded the corner. "That's my dad," said Abed nervously as he jumped up. Troy sighed, annoyed at the lack of heat and of the other boy's presence. It was going to be a long night.
--xx--
"How much have you had tonight?"
"One beer."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." Troy and Abed rounded another corner as Abed spoke again, "And you don't have to walk me home. I'm not going to be murdered, bashed, abducted by aliens or thrown into any other movie scenario between the car and my dorm."
"Can't be too careful. I have a sneaking suspicion that something really bad happened on halloween. Not sure I want anyone out at night on Campus."
In view of Abed's dorm room, Troy frowned, "So, you said that you had one beer but man, you smell of alcohol."
"Oh, that." Said Abed. "Someone threw a drink in my face tonight."
"Wait, what?"
"I must have upset him."
"Damn right you did. What happened?"
"I was propositioned for sex, turned it down and then had a drink thrown in my face."
Troy stopped outside of the dorm room door, "What! You.... were hit on... by a guy?"
"Yep. But I got a free beer and some interesting shampoo."
"I can't believe it." Standing in silence for a moment, Abed flicked through his numerous key collection before slotting a shiny, silver key into the lock and twisting it. Flicking on a small desk light, Troy mechanically walked into the room. "So... just out of curiosity... why did you turn him down?"
"Other then the fact that he propositioned me in a seedy bar without even bothering to listen to conversation?"
"Yeah, other then that."
"I didn't like him."
"Oh," Troy bit his lip, trying not to blush, "Do you like someone?"
"Yes."
"Oh." Abed had replied so quickly and surely that it surprised Troy. He wasn't used to viewing Abed as someone with romantic feelings, so the thought of him regarding someone as being cute, funny or attractive was strange. "It's Annie, isn't it?"
"Nope?"
".... Shirley?"
"Nope."
"Britta?"
"Nope?"
"Oh come on, give me a hint!"
"Okay," and before Troy could even comprehend what was happening, Abed was in front of him, leaning down and capturing his lips. They weren't smooth, like the girls he had kissed before but rough. Closing his eyes, he leaned into the kiss, allowing his hands to grasp onto Abed's arms and eventually cup his face. It wasn't a long kiss, but when they broke apart, even Abed seemed bemused. His friend licked his lips, before frowning at him, "Huh, I thought you would have punched me by now."
Troy stared at Abed, ".... I don't know why I haven't either...."
Slowly, with more sweetness than spontaneity, Troy leaned in and kissed Abed.
--xx--
AN: Hope you enjoyed. They are a barrel of laughs and cuteness :D Please review and let me know how it all was. :)