Jeff can't really wrap his mind around the fact that an adult human being could have been born in the 90's. Annie tries to shrug it off saying it was the early 90s, but that doesn't help when Jeff realizes that he was old enough to drink when she was born. It's a slippery slope from there usually ending around the part where Jeff realizes if he asked her out (not that he's thinking about asking her out) he couldn't even suggest drinks since she's eighteen. He highly doubts Annie has a fake ID. Annie wouldn't do something like that. Jeff would. Jeff had. It was one of the many, many reasons he shouldn't even be looking at her.
"I don't think you should be living in your car," Annie meets him in the parking lot, catching him before the others who were probably already in their study group room.
"Neither do I, but my landlord disagrees," Jeff grabs his notebook off the passenger seat. He closes the car door and leans against it. "This is why I didn't tell you guys. I don't need help."
"No, you didn't tell us because you didn't want to look like you needed help, not because you didn't need it," Annie corrects. "I learned some valuable lessons after the whole Adderall incident. The first step towards fixing a problem is admitting you have one."
"I'll keep that in mind next time I become addicted to attention deficit disorder medication," Jeff's tongue always works about four steps ahead of his brain. He regrets saying it when Annie frowns, looks down at her shoes and starts to walk away mumbling something about seeing him inside.
"Annie," He hurries to catch up with her, guilt already taking over. He never used to feel guilty. He once got a guy off for a DUI that involved hitting a baby carriage and he hadn't even felt a little bad about that. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
"Yes, you did. You're just sorry you said it while I could still hear you."
Annie's a lot of things, but she definitely isn't stupid. She knows Jeff thinks she's a naive kid, but she'd had to navigate public high school being a perky, overachiever while pining for guys like Troy who either made fun of her or ignored her. She knows how to tell what people think about her behind her back. Or at least she thinks she does. Jeff doesn't deny it, but mostly because anything he could say right now would probably cross another line. He doesn't need that right now.
"Look, I appreciate that you want to help me, that's very nice of you," Jeff tries to placate her. He really does regret saying it and he doesn't think he meant it. She rolls her eyes. Is nice really the best he could do? She bet Britta would get more than nice out of Jeff. "It's just...There's nothing you can do. I can't afford my old place and the places I could afford I wouldn't live in."
"You know what they say about when you assume things, don't you?" Annie smiles, flips her hair in that Doris Day way that only she could possibly get away with without Jeff thinking it was lame. She puts her hands on her backpack straps and breezes past Jeff into the building.
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Date: 9/4/10 06:26 pm (UTC)"I don't think you should be living in your car," Annie meets him in the parking lot, catching him before the others who were probably already in their study group room.
"Neither do I, but my landlord disagrees," Jeff grabs his notebook off the passenger seat. He closes the car door and leans against it. "This is why I didn't tell you guys. I don't need help."
"No, you didn't tell us because you didn't want to look like you needed help, not because you didn't need it," Annie corrects. "I learned some valuable lessons after the whole Adderall incident. The first step towards fixing a problem is admitting you have one."
"I'll keep that in mind next time I become addicted to attention deficit disorder medication," Jeff's tongue always works about four steps ahead of his brain. He regrets saying it when Annie frowns, looks down at her shoes and starts to walk away mumbling something about seeing him inside.
"Annie," He hurries to catch up with her, guilt already taking over. He never used to feel guilty. He once got a guy off for a DUI that involved hitting a baby carriage and he hadn't even felt a little bad about that. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
"Yes, you did. You're just sorry you said it while I could still hear you."
Annie's a lot of things, but she definitely isn't stupid. She knows Jeff thinks she's a naive kid, but she'd had to navigate public high school being a perky, overachiever while pining for guys like Troy who either made fun of her or ignored her. She knows how to tell what people think about her behind her back. Or at least she thinks she does. Jeff doesn't deny it, but mostly because anything he could say right now would probably cross another line. He doesn't need that right now.
"Look, I appreciate that you want to help me, that's very nice of you," Jeff tries to placate her. He really does regret saying it and he doesn't think he meant it. She rolls her eyes. Is nice really the best he could do? She bet Britta would get more than nice out of Jeff. "It's just...There's nothing you can do. I can't afford my old place and the places I could afford I wouldn't live in."
"You know what they say about when you assume things, don't you?" Annie smiles, flips her hair in that Doris Day way that only she could possibly get away with without Jeff thinking it was lame. She puts her hands on her backpack straps and breezes past Jeff into the building.