Tropes Meme: Anon requested “Groundhog Day/Jeff & Annie”
Set during 2x12 Asian Population Studies
Annie felt someone grab her arm, pulling her out of the study room before she got a chance to greet everyone after the winter break. Nearly tripping over her ballet flats, she glanced up to see Jeff staring at her with wild eyes, a coffee stain spreading across his blue shirt.
“Jeff, what’s wrong?” she said in concern. “And why are you wearing a beverage?”
“Duncan’s swapped booze for caffeine, I forgot to avoid him in the hall when he ogled Quendra’s cleavage,” Jeff replied, scrubbing a hand across his face. “Day twenty-three and you’d think I’d remember to avoid the coffee collision shortcut,” he muttered, a short maniacal laugh escaping his mouth.
Slowly taking her arm out of Jeff’s grasp, Annie raised an eyebrow. “Jeff…” she began in a ‘don’t spook the animal’ tone. “I understand that you’re saying words, but none of them are making sense to me right now. Who’s Quendra? And day twenty-three of what?”
“Groundhog day,” he replied seriously.
“… Groundhog day?” Annie paused before breaking into a smile. “Hang on, are you doing a bit with Abed?”
“I wish I were. And I’m just gonna stop you right there before you make your ‘I hope you didn’t kidnap Punxsutawney Phil’ gag.”
Shrugging off her surprise, Annie let the joke fade away on her tongue. “Lucky guess. Hey, maybe we should take this inside. I’m sure Abed wants to play along too.” She went to turn around but Jeff grasped her by the shoulders.
“Annie please just listen to me,” he pleaded. “This is going to sound crazy – even by our group’s standards – but I have lived this day twenty-three times and I’m starting to lose my mind.” His eyes bore into hers. “I know that once we sit down you’re going to tell us about some cute guy you met over the break, and I know that guy is Rich.” Annie gasped as he continued to ramble. “There’s going to be awkward bathroom conversations and inadequacies about age and a severe aversion to kettle corn for the rest of my life… which as of now, is still this goddamn day.” He took a deep breath. “Then last night I thought I had it all figured out. I worked up the courage, Dutch and otherwise, to run in the rain to a different door and say things I never thought I would. But here I am again, the Bill freakin’ Murray of Greendale.” A thought suddenly crossed his mind. “Unless…”
“Unless what?” Annie stammered, trying to process Jeff’s sudden outburst. “You realize you’re Goldblum’ing instead of Murray’ing?”
He shook his head. “Unless last night was too late and I need to just grab the groundhog by the horns. So to speak.” Jeff stepped in closer. “Annie, I know you’d rather fling yourself into a volcano than skip class, but I think you and I need to talk.”