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The Gym, Thursday mid-morning

Annette slept in. She needed the extra sleep desperately. After the last few days, she was exhausted. Still, there were things that needed to be done today. She had no classes and she had to find Meg today and ask her to kick her (shut up, there's a story there), and if that didn't work, Annette was going straight to Turtle. Turtle would do it. She thought she might go to Turtle anyway.

First off? She had to get in a good work out. All that tequila had not been good for her body so she was running on the treadmill this morning, working up a sweat and trying to clear her mind of everything that was all jumbled up.

...and A.J. Dick punched A.J. He would probably never ever talk to her again. Ever. Crap. What to do about A.J.?

Annette ran faster, breathing heavier, trying not to worry over things she could not fix.

(the gym is open.)

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Adam wanted to get in a quick work out before his class and hadn't really expected anyone else to be in the gym.

He dropped his bag onto the mat and smiled lightly. "Hey Annette."

"Hi, Adam," she said, breathing hard and trying not to look him in the eyes. Lord only knows what the school population was thinking of her had they been listening to the radio over the last couple of days.

Adam took note of her avoiding him and frowned slightly. He was worried about her. "How are you?"

She slowed her pace to just a light jog and it was a good thing her cheeks were already red. "I'm doing okay," she bit her lip. "I, uh... guess you've heard about the, uh, trouble I've been in lately?" Just get it out there in the open. Might be better that way.

"I have, yeah," Adam nodded, his voice only filled with concern. He was sure Annette wasn't having fun with everything that happened.

"It's okay; I know people are going to hate me..." she said softly, looking down at the monitor screen.

"Why would they hate you? You haven't done anything to them," Adam frowned, shaking his head. "They have no right to hate you." Sure, she might've done something that was frowned upon, but that didn't mean she was a horrible person.

"No, not to them, but to the way that certain things are percieved. I've ruined that, in a way..." which was a sad reality for her now. "But I'm working to right the wrong I caused, and I'm sorry if I let you down as a friend, Adam."

Adam nodded, listening to Annette's words. He shook his head, smiling slightly. "You haven't let me down Annette." It'd take something a lot more serious than what happened for Adam to feel let down. And he didn't think that would ever happen with Annette.

"Thank you for that, but I'm having a hard time feeling better about the whole thing, you know?"

"Yeah, I understand," Adam nodded. "If there's anything I can do, let me know."

"Just you not hating me is... well, I'm so grateful for that."

"I could never hate you."

She could hug him for that, she really could. She just didn't think that would be a good idea.

"Thank you, so much."

Billy was in a pretty good mood that morning, and decided to work on his blindfolded forms. He gave Annette a wave, and a concerned look.

I'd have thought if she'd have kissed a guy other than her boyfriend... He dismissed that thought as being irrelevant and unworthy of them both.

Oh no, she saw that concerned look and deduced that Billy must know everything, just like everyone else who listened to the radio. She waved back and looked back down.

"Morning." he greeted, starting in on his stretching exercises. "Not pushing yourself to hard I hope?" He meant on the machines, but it didn't occur to him until too late how else that might be taken.

"Morning," she returned then blanched visibly at his next choice of words, no matter how innocent he might have meant them.

"On the machines." he clarified, possibly too quickly. "Cause you seemed to be breathing kinda hard there."

Ohmigod, that didn't help at all and Annette's bottom lip wibbled slightly.

"M'okay."

"Annette, seriously, are you okay? I may be the son of a terrorist, but you can talk to me."

"No. It's okay. A terrorist? No. I'm okay...just nothing." Woe.

"I thought I told you about that." Billy mused aloud. "Are you sure? Cause if not I even know a therapist, and oh God I've forgotten to go to therapy for like a month."

"You probably did. My mind is... it's not normal right now." She looked surprised. "You... you go to a therapist?"

"Ever since the alien thing."

"Oh. I forgot about that. I'm sorry."

"It's, it's not even because of that, so much as...well having to do with my family situation."

Annette's head was about ready to explode with her own feelings let alone try to wrap around Billy's. "I'm sorry, Billy..."

Billy was actually attempting to get her mind off her problems. Wasn't sure that was working, so he shrugged. "Eh, I don't mean to unload my problems off on you. Sorry."

"No, no, you're not, really... just, you know... I could probably cry just like that and I... well, I can't think very well right now. You're a good friend, Billy. Please don't think I'm doing that..."

"Wait, doing what? I'm confused now. Or, better yet, I could think of some entirely different topic that wouldn't make you uncomfortable?"

"Blowing off your problems," she said.

"I tried that before the therapy. Didn't work."

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