A/N: Long day! Had a cool successful audition for a band, then I got home and remembered I had yet to write something for today. Oops! Well, I hope you like another brief one-shot of stitched together missing moments and "thoughts" during some of my favorite April/Andy scenes. Remember that you can always talk to me on here or on tumblr if you have feedback, requests, or just want to bullshit!

Enjoy!

People weren't really April's thing, and she had decided early on in her life that she would stick to just messing with them perpetually, but every once and a while someone wouldn't be the absolute worst. Leslie wasn't a total nightmare despite being one of the cheeriest, hardest working people on the planet. Ron should have been her dad in an alternate universe where humanity died off and they were the last two people left, living off the land and fighting the mutated aftermath of whatever nuclear hellscape they were left in. She guessed that there were a few other people that didn't bother her so much, except Andy – she hated Andy for how confused he made her.

"Hey," he would say in the morning to her, casually.

"Oh yeah, hi," was all she'd say and April would suddenly be sitting in one of the chairs next to someone getting their shoes shined.

He liked to smile, something April regularly fought against, and he made an awful lot of dumb jokes that made April laugh more at him than them but that never seemed to faze him. Every once and a while he'd say something stupid about Ann and April would get a weird, rolling feeling in her stomach that felt like an early warning of diarrhea but really just felt like anger at Ann. Well, more anger.

"D'you think she'd take me back if I built her another house?" he'd ask her honestly. "I mean I'd have to learn a lot about how to build stuff, but it could work."

"Maybe," April would mumble. "Or you could just avoid the she-beast altogether, that'd be pretty cool too."

Then he would laugh again and April would find herself fighting back another smile. Usually that was her cue to leave, if only because the urge to smack him and kiss him was at the same time overwhelming and sickening. Sitting at her desk she could at least pretend to not do work to distract her from any thinking about the dumb shoeshine guy. It didn't matter anyway, she thought, since he was so fixated on gross, old Ann.

In the cloud of fumes, Andy couldn't really remember many conversations he had with people that came to get their shoes shined. Most of the time he didn't remember many times he talked to people anyways, but he did like it when April was there talking to him. It was weird since she seemed so young and weird, but she smiled and laughed at his jokes so that was pretty cool.

"Yo," she yelled from down the hall, holding up two greasy looking bags.

She walked up to him and gave him one of the bags and the smell of ground beef soaked in oil met his nose.

"Awesome, this is the best," he shouted, grabbing a burger with one hand and pushing the guy on the chair aside with the other as he sat down. "This is the only thing that gets rid of the headaches."

"Yeah, I know," she answered quietly, sitting down on the other chair and pulling something out of her bag.

"Oh, cool," Andy smiled at her, forgetting that he'd been chewing just before.

"Gross," April said, but instead of sneering at him like Ann always did she took a bite out of her burger and gave him the same half-masticated grin.

"Eww," he drew his head back and laughed, joined by April.

Yeah, she was pretty freaking cool. At least until she seemed to act all weird when he was talking about Ann, but that didn't make sense. Everyone loved Ann – she was awesome. But April was awesome too, and before long Andy would get another headache and wonder why he didn't just always talk to April.

April had never felt so defeated when Andy left her at the bar, a look on his face so pathetic and almost grossed out. Sneaking into bars was usually easy, but for some reason the guy had been a dick. For a second April was convinced that she was just angry at the guy for booting her out, but then the anger started getting mixed with some other weird, foreign emotion. It almost felt like she was a little… sad.

Sad? April didn't get sad over stupid dudes that stopped her from drinking, but she did feel a little broken that Andy had left her behind so easily. Betrayed – that was the word she walked away thinking. She felt betrayed by him, and felt a little better realizing that she could go to hating him.

Hating people was cool. Then, the next day, April sort of felt like crying and got even angrier at Andy.

Too young, Dwyer

Something was telling him to back off, to run away. But he wanted to stay and check out that cool bar April was talking about, and for a second Andy felt torn about what to do. He had to leave after that because the way she was looking at him like he was disappointed would have broken him on the spot, but Andy wasn't going to fall for it.

Way too young

He made up some dumb excuse and twisted around, pretending he didn't want to follow her to whatever sleaze bar was willing to accept them.

Something told him what he was doing was wrong. She was barely twenty-one and so much younger than him, or at least it seemed like an eternity of distance between them, but Andy had a hard time arguing with her when she was wearing that pinkish dress and looking at him expectantly. So he answered truthfully and if he wasn't sure that she'd already been drinking Andy would be damned if her face didn't flush at his answer.

That dress didn't really leave his mind for the rest of the night, and April smiling shyly at him was such a rare event it was basically etched into his mind forever. He liked doing that – making her smile – because it made him feel like less of a creep about liking her a lot.

Andy's brain melted a little bit when April kissed him. All he had wanted to do was try and make her not leave, because if anything was going to make his life suck it was definitely that. Then she did that weird thing with her arms that Ann did all the time and hooked them behind him, and it felt like she was inching closer and closer to him. It was a pretty awesome feeling.

"So, uhh, yeah?" he asked stupidly when she finally disconnected their lips. "Like…"

"Seems like it could be pretty cool," she said in a small voice, her eyes staying focused on his. "Right?"

"The coolest," he answered, grabbing her waist again and going in for another kiss.

Andy couldn't really think of anything better than dating April. He could win the lottery the next day and get a bunch of money, but if he had to spend all the money by himself it would get boring pretty fast – after like ten years of buying whatever he wanted, at least. He did think about how cool it would be to play on stage with Eddie Vedder but then April's tongue was in his mouth and everything seemed sort of hazy.

"We got married," April breathed into his neck, barely able to catch her breath.

"Best… idea…" Andy wasn't doing much better in that department, "ever."

He finally heaved a sigh, feeling his legs go a little limp and April leave a small trail of kisses on his shoulder when he slumped beside her. He asked her not to take off that dress they got married in, at least not for a little while, and looking at it lying on the ground beside the mattress he was pretty happy with his decision.

"All right," April spoke, already rolling over on top of him.

"Round two?" he asked, feeling a little tired until the blankets drooped and fell off of her shoulders above him. "Whatever, fuck it."

"That's the idea," April said, flashing him a brief smile.