A/N: Hey, another short one but I don't think I've quite gotten used to writing longer fluffier oneshots. Anyways, this came to my mind when I figured out it's been a week of continued one-shotting. Also, it fills a request by and-im-stefon-meyers on tumblr: "a bewildered Andy asking Leslie why April is mad at him for something."

So, enjoy. And if you want this to go on for a while more I recommend leaving me some requests/ideas/whatever on my tumblr or anywhere you can find an inbox with my name attached to it!

It was a pretty normal day in Pawnee. People moved around the sidewalks on assisted transport, people smashed their car horns loudly in frustration at the morning traffic, and the few people walking or on bicycles feared every waking second of their route. The smell of grossly over refined sugars replaced the fresh Midwestern air and no one seemed to notice or even care. Dogs barked, lawnmowers occasionally sang out, and the people that bothered let their sprinkler systems water their lawns for them. In spite of that, Andy thought there was something different that he was supposed to remember but didn't spend any more thought on it. As he was getting ready to sit down next to April before they drove into City Hall, something seemed to be making her angry. She wasn't a particularly lively morning person but she usually at least talked to him.

The drive, likewise, was uncomfortable. When April sat at her desk in the Parks office, she immediately started to read a magazine and seemed to be ignoring everything he tried to catch her attention.

"April," his attempt at being subtle wasn't helped by the distance between them, so his 'whisper' came out nearly as a shout. "Hey, April!"

"What?" she hissed, turning to face him with an agitated grimace on her face.

"What's up, babe?" Andy played with a pen in his hands while he spoke. "You're kinda acting all mad."

April scoffed in response and stood up, walking out of the offices with her magazine. Andy knew that walk – she was angry. But for the life of him there wasn't anything that stuck out to him as being so important that she would be that mad at him. Looking over his shoulder, Leslie was busy writing something into another binder, marking lines off in a brightly colored marker and nodding to herself. Andy knew if anyone could help him it was Leslie. She always knew what to do.

"Hey Andy," she said without looking up, pointing to a chair by her desk with her off hand, "sit down."

Doing as he was told, Andy pulled a chair out in front of her desk and sat silently while she finished scratching off sentences and highlighting others. Twiddling his thumbs was only so interesting before he had to talk.

"Leslie, how'd you do that?" he asked, partially forgetting why he was even in there to begin with.

"You think I can't hear you and April fighting out there?" she laughed, closing the binder and looking up to meet his eyes. "I should have timed how long it took you to come in here. That'd be fun, right?"

"Oh yeah, totally. Anyways, can you help me?" Andy scratched his head as he talked. "This morning April didn't even want bologna pancakes. She's super mad."

"That sounds horrifying, but continue," Leslie made a face and shook her head.

"No they're super good, you just throw 'em in a pan and fry the slices," Andy nodded his head excitedly, "and it's awesome with syrup."

"So, fried bologna?" She asked, more interested in a new breakfast food that had somehow never crossed her mind before closing her eyes and shaking her head again. "No! No, okay so April's mad at you and you wanna know why."

Andy nodded and Leslie bit her lip in concentration.

"Did you do something yesterday, this morning…?" she suggested but Andy didn't have anything, just shaking his head and shrugging. "Did you forget something? Ah, we'll just check the dates."

While Andy was trying earnestly to remember anything, Leslie opened the bottom drawer of her desk and pulled out a calendar labeled 'April' and another labeled 'Andy.' April's was a plain brown calendar with a picture of April giving the camera the middle finger in the corner while Andy's had a plethora of pictures with him on it and even a few Mouserat concert fliers and badges. She flipped one open and started tracing over the important dates she marked for gift-giving reference.

"Hm, last Friday I got April her first congratulatory box of stickers," she said while glancing between both of their calendars. Andy had never seen someone mark down so many normally useless dates as something important.

"Oh, I bet she hated that," Andy remarked, smiling to himself.

"It was an interesting day," Leslie admitted, smirking. "And two days ago you shined someone's shoe for the first time. Oh look, there's something here about today in both of these. Today you both… oh,"

Leslie's eyes widened a bit and Andy moved to look over her hands and at the date she was cross referencing. She flipped both of them shut and stuffed them back into the desk, a look of concern spreading on her face. Andy wasn't sure what today was and why it was so suddenly dire.

"Yeah, what happened?" Andy asked while he sat back down. "What could we both have possibly done today that April would be so mad at me for forgetting?"

"Andy," Leslie looked him in the eyes for a second before finishing her sentence looking elsewhere, "you got married today. You forgot your anniversary."

It was stupid to be mad at him and April knew that, but she figured that out of all the things Andy would remember one would have to be their anniversary. She didn't even know why she was so angry with him over something that otherwise should have just passed quietly without either of them caring. Their relationship wasn't exactly what most people considered normal, and that was awesome to April. Anniversaries were just another boring adult thing that they weren't supposed to celebrate. On the other hand, part of her figured that maybe they would go out and burn something down for old time's sake or steal something from City Hall just because. April even thought they'd go buy some of the good pig's blood from the butcher and have a fun slip n' slide afternoon in the park and maybe get arrested when a kid complained to their mom.

Then none of that happened, and here she was in a stupid municipal government building expected to do work instead of drench herself in Nickelodeon gack and scare people on the street. Instead of even bothering to not do anything by her desk, April was sitting on a bench in a fourth floor hallway where she usually could see at least one stabbing to keep things in perspective.

In the middle of her reverie, and side-eyeing a drug deal in the corner, her phone rang loudly from her pocket. It was Andy, so she let the call go to voicemail and decided she'd bother with him later. For now she was trying to figure out whether the guy in the trench coat was trying to sell sugar to the haggard lady. Again her phone rang and she let it do so all the way to voicemail once again, hoping he was getting how annoyed she was. Irrationally annoyed, she thought, but ticked off nonetheless.

It took three more calls before she couldn't take hearing the stupid chorus from 'Sex Hair' another time.

"Hey, I was getting worried," Andy said, "I just, um, yeah hey."

April didn't answer him, trying to figure out how long she wanted to stay mad at him before it would get boring. She decided another few minutes would work, though risking a full day of mostly feigned frustration usually meant really angry makeup sex so April had to really consider her next move. Meanwhile Andy sputtered half formed sentences during the one-sided phone call.

"Wow, that was incredible Andy," she replied, hoping the dripping sarcasm worked, "did you just think of that yourself?"

"Okay, okay… yes, I did," he admitted and April could see the dumb smile on his face in her head and wanted to be there if only to smack him. "But, Leslie said we can go home early. And you're kinda my ride, so…"

"We've only been here an hour," April said, confused.

"Yeah, but Leslie said we could go so, meet me in the parking garage?" he asked, hanging up.

At least she could be angry at home. That was a plus. Besides, April never argued when people told her she could leave early so she didn't know why she would suddenly care now. Hanging the phone up, April left the fourth floor begrudgingly as the woman realized that it was actually really fine flour that she was being sold. God she loved the fourth floor.

Andy paced in front of the trunk of the car, trying to remember everything he had set up and planned. There was an awful lot a motivated Leslie Knope could get done in an hour and despite her arguments against some of his more interesting requests, she had pulled through for them. All she could worry about was the carpet anyways, and who cared about that? April appeared a few minutes later, a stoic expression on her face that Andy considered a minor victory. Apathy was at least a step up from outright anger and by now he was well-versed in dealing with an otherwise lethargic April.

"Okay, so let's go," April motioned to the car and Andy nodded and hopped into the passenger seat.

She didn't say anything else to him on the ride and for a second he wondered if his plan would be enough. That thought didn't last long when they made it back home, April walking ahead of him willingly. He rubbed his hands together, trying to contain his excitement as she unlocked the door and opened it up, stepping inside. There was a soft swishing noise as a bucket dropped from the top of the door and tipped over, still attached to a taut looking rope. Soon a deep red liquid poured slowly onto April's head covering her front to back, head to toe and even dripping a bit onto the floor.

Turning around, there was a second where Andy thought he had made the wrong play. April's face was expressionless, partly due to her eyebrows being caked in corn syrup and dripping all over, and he was worried that he had just made it worse. Fortunately, it didn't take long before her face split into a smile and she was running into Andy to hug him and get him just as drenched in the stuff. Andy dropped to the grass and took her with him, both of them wrestling in the dirt and spreading their red trail around the yard.

"Sorry I forgot about our anniversary," Andy said finally when she was done smearing syrup on his cheeks. "I didn't think you'd care this much about it."

"Me neither," April said, spitting out some of the viscous liquid that had dropped onto her lips, "but I'm glad you didn't do something stupid like other guys would have."

"Oh don't worry, there's more," he raised his eyebrows and pointed towards the house.

She gave him another smile, a quick and otherwise weirdly sticky kiss on the lips, and got up running into the house. Andy followed after, tracing the red pattern of excited, running feet across the carpet into the living room. It didn't take long before an excited scream echoed through the house. Andy figured she must have found the slip 'n slide stretching through the backyard and was wondering how she would react to the redecoration of their kitchen when she saw it. She always did like weird, grinning skeletons.