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➪ The Wonders of Paintball

In which you kiss Abed or Han Solo during paintball.

You walked home with Abed, doused in orange paint. He noticed how cold you were before so he handed his jacket to you. You blushed a deep crimson at the gesture, but that wasn't the only thing that left you flustered.

You fire another paintball bullet at the City College people in the white hazmat suits, but you missed and hit one of the books, which dropped to the floor. You huffed and tried to shoot another bullet, but the paint didn't come out. Confused, you hit the gun a couple times and pulled the trigger, only o realized it was empty.

You look at Abed with an expression of defeat. "I'm out of ammo." You say, dismayed that Greendale would be the losing team of this war.

Abed has the same problem as you, hitting his handgun multiple times before realizing his ammo is gone too. "I'm out too." He looks at you with an expression you can't place.

You hear one of the guys in the hazmats signal to close in on you both, causing to drop your gun and sigh. "So...this is it."

"Yeah..." Abed says, still in his Han Solo phase, "I guess it is, doll." You internally roll your eyes at the gesture.

"Are you still going to be Han Solo when this is all over? Because no offense, but I'd like the old Abed back when we're done." Don't get me wrong, Han Solo Abed was nice, but it wasn't Abed.

"What do you even like about this 'Abed' guy anyways?" HS Abed asks, and you furrow you're eyebrows, thinking.

"Well," you start, "He's sweet, cute, he makes me laugh, when I'm feeling down he finds ways to make me feel better even though it could be difficult for him. When he talks about shows or movies, it makes me feel some sort of way- I don't know what it is but I-"

You were interrupted when Abed pulled you by your waist and passionately slammed his lips onto yours. Your eyes widened in shock, but soon you melted into him, your hands running through his curly hair and his hands wrapping around your waist. You felt something splatter on you but you didn't care. You were occupied here.

It wasn't until you heard the alarm going off that broke you two apart. You gasped for air and looked at your outfit, seeing orange paint covering you and Abed, who ran outside to see what the racket was all about. You nod to yourself and touched your lips, a smile on your face.

Your thoughts came to a close when you reached your house. Remembering you had Abed's Han Solo jacket, you removed it from your shoulders and handed it to him.

"Here," you held it in front of Abed, who hesitantly takes it. You walk up the stairs, but then a thought flew in your head. You stopped and looked at Abed, who was just about to cross the street to head to his shared apartment with Troy and Annie.

"Abed?" He stopped and turned at your call. "When we were, you know..." you laughed nervously, "was I kissing Han Solo or Abed?"

Abed tilted his head and his eyebrows were furrowed. He then spoke, "Well, you were kissing Han Solo, but you were also kissing me."

"So...?" You ask, confused.

"Who would you have wanted to kiss? Me or Han?"

"You, obviously," you said immediately, and then covered your mouth in embarrassment. "I mean, I do want to kiss you, because I like you, and I like to hang out with you. And I want to be with you."

Abed nods. "I want to be with you too." Now you were bit smiling like idiots.

"See you Monday?" You ask.

"See you Monday."