Author's Note: So I realize i have other stories that are not finished, but I have been wanting to read this story for a long ass time. but it doesn't exist so I finally gave up looking and decided to start writing it myself. The prologue is obviously in the future, it's just to give a quick background. y'all know how summaries work, i'll quit rambling. enjoy!

Prologue

It started as just a stupid internship. I shouldn't even have been in the Pawnee city hall ever. But I needed one for college and stupid Natalie didn't wake me up so I got stuck with the last one of the sign up list. The Department of Parks and Recreation. And it's ended up having a lot of great effects on my life. Almost all positive except for the job itself and not getting paid and the idiots who work there like Jerry. Oh, and there is that one other thing. But I don't like thinking about that.

April's POV

I go to "work" everyday. I don't think I can call it that, seeing as they don't give me shit to be there. I got to a desk and text people and nap everyday. That's more like it. But at least I get to see Andy when he stops by. No I don't have a crush. I just, like when we talk and I'm sad when he leaves. Okay maybe I do like him a little. Which is, weird. Because I don't like anybody ever. I don't really like people. Or places. Or things. But for some reason I find myself loving the shoe shine stand and his stupid guitar.

I'm sitting in the chair against the wall in Leslie's office. She's talking about the whole sex scandal councilman thing whatever, I don't know. At this point I'm just staring at the wall pretending the pen in my hand is a cigarette. I don't smoke. Which is weird. You'd think someone like me would. It goes with the personality. Now that's a weird phrase when you think about it now isn't it. Someone like me. It's almost like a way of writing off your own uniqueness. I'm in the middle of mulling over the idiotic phrase when all of the sudden he comes in. In his stupid apron that he insists on wearing even though he doesn't care about stains and the apron never gets anything on it any way. Andy wasn't like me. He was like the opposite of me. But then again I hate the phrase "opposites attract" too so why did the thought stand out. We were like a cat and a dog. He's standing there biting his finger nail when Leslie yells at us.

"How do I fight back? Give me some options." Everyone stares back at her blankly.

"Do you want me to seduce Perd Hapley?"

"How would that help?" I blow out more imaginary smoke. And think before I answer.

"I don't know, I just want to see if I can do it." She looks at me and says something about not giving up my virginity for that. Yeah, okay Leslie. That's been gone for a while. That's been gone since that stupid night my senior year when I got too drunk at that party. But I don't like to think about that.

"Leslie I don't know if this is important or not, but I have heard a lot of very, very interesting chatter around the shoe shine stand today." Of course he had. He always had to be so helpful and generous. He goes on and on about all the stupid guys talking about Leslie and if they would do her. Whatever, if he thinks he's helping, I'll let him ramble. I watch him as he leaves and suddenly the room feels a lot more empty with him gone. I look back at Leslie as she keeps going on and on about her stupid scandal. No one cared at the end of the day. Pawnee just needed someone new to roast for the week. I get up to leave and I hear someone coming up behind me as I'm going. Please don't talk to me, please don't talk to me. I hear them get really up close and whisper in my ear. Crouching down to close the height difference.

"You know, you could seduce anyone." I can feel his hot breath on my ear and the hairs on the back of my neck all suddenly stand up. I look back and see him with a creepy smile.

"Eww, gross." I let out a disgusted sigh as he smirks at me and walks away. What the fuck was that about? God was it just every man's instinct to treat women like their personal toys? And he said it so monotonous, like it meant nothing at all. As if he was saying it looked cold out. Gross. I hope that never happens again. I make it to my desk as everyone is going back to where they need to be. I pull out a book to try and forget about the weird exchange.

"You okay girl?" I look up and see Donna looking at me weird. I guess I was more obvious than I would have liked. But she didn't need to know about my problems.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I look back down and try to focus on the plot line. It was a stupid book. Basic and romantic and shit, but I liked it. I had read it so many times in middle school that even though it was dumb I guess it managed to creep it's way into my happy memories. This Lullaby by Sarah Dessen. In my head I know I should hate all her books. They're romantic and happy. But, so is everyone when they are 13. And that's how old I was when that stupid book came out. Remy, an apathetic girl who believes in short, commitment free relationships finds herself falling for Dexter, a carefree rock band musician. Of course.

"Okay! Ron, Tom, Ann, April, let's go." She was always so god damn happy.

"Where?" It's Tom that asks the question.

"Lot 48 to set up the Christmas display and make sure everything is going perfect and also not thinking about this stupid Dexhart thing." She looks down at the floor like she always does when she says something weird or stupid.

"Okay let's go!" Yeah sure, let's go. It'll be fun.

End of chapter one.

please review to validate my existence. i'm kidding, but i was kinda nervous about posting this, so let me know what you think.