A/N: All right, let's fluff it up today. When I was writing the last "check-up" (I have no clue what to call these extensions) I snuck in a line about April's anxiety asking Andy to go with her. This is that scene expanded. I hope you enjoy it and whether you do, or even if you hate it, I love feedback and would be the happiest person in the universe for a brief moment if you left something here or on tumblr.

Enjoy!

Nearing the end of the summer break, staring at a bunch of papers with a load of fancy terms like
"acceptance" and checking online – refreshing thousands of times in the span of a few minutes – April started feeling a familiar panic rising in her chest. Sitting back in the chair, she put her hands against the edge of the table and took a few deeps trying to remember that she was nearing the finish line. She was almost there, right on the cusp of clicking a little grey box and accepting her entrance to Martin. She could have gone to more prestigious schools, but between the bills her parents had racked up sending her to a failed psychotherapist and regular living it was the best she could afford.

The problem was she hadn't told Andy at all about what she was doing.

Several times she had the urge to tell him, mostly because he was starting to get really down on himself after what had happened between him and his bandmates with the Mousrat dissolution, but she couldn't find herself doing it. In some way she was worried that he would be mad at her for abandoning him, and although she loved him April wasn't ever going to just let go of her some of the more grasping anxieties. Considering all the time they spent together it was a wonder he still bothered hanging around, but she wasn't going to stop it when every time she kissed him he still had that dumb, profound look on his face like he'd just discovered the cure for cancer.

"Hon, Andy's here," her mother called from the living room.

"Cool," she yelled back, tapping the track pad on her laptop idly and clicking away the little dropdown that kept appearing and reappearing because of it.

April had invited him over with the intention of letting him know that she planned to leave for Indianapolis. Between all of the days messing around in town and the nights they spent together April had gotten more and more comfortable with Andy around, to the point that she rarely had to speak with him if something was bothering her. He had started to sense things when they were off, and not having to voice the words was a godsend to her – the fact that sometimes he'd wake up sympathetically when she couldn't sleep, and sit with her in the dark just holding her was more than she could have hoped for.

"What up, squeeze?" Andy entered with, looking at the mess on the kitchen table and leaving a quick kiss on her cheek before sitting down next to her.

He was still dressed in the same dirty sweats from the night before, a jacket slung over his shoulders and barely covering up his odor, and the effects of the breakup were still heavy on his face. April hated his music, at least the actual listening to it part, so all she could do was listen to him sing bad power ballads to himself over and over again in the morning.

"Not much, just… doing something," she answered, glancing up to her mother who was making her way into the kitchen.

"Andy, please don't wear your shoes in here," Mrs. Ludgate said pleadingly, pointing at his feet. "I can barely keep Zuzu out of the mud, you know that."

"Yeah, sorry about that," he said while pulling one of his sneakers off and giving April's mother an apologetic look. "So what's the something you're doing, babe?"

April's mother laughed at the expression tacked on to the end of that sentence and April just tried to hold back a grimace. The older woman walked out of the room shaking her head, taking Andy's shoes from him to put by the front door. It wasn't that she didn't like it when he called her by dumb nicknames – they were all certainly better than "Zuzu" – but they were starting to remind her that she was keeping her plans a secret from Andy. For what reason she had even initially kept him she couldn't really remember, but she knew she had to at least tell him.

"I, um, hey I don't want you to get mad at me or anything," April started, rubbing her index fingers against her thumbs just to have something to do with her hands.

"Uhh… okay?" he gave her a confused look and brought his arms up to the table to lean his hand on them. "Shoot."

"So I applied to this dumb little school in Indianapolis and I got in," she glanced sideways trying to avoid him and focus on the little text boxes on the laptop. "I don't even know what I want to do yet, but I didn't tell you and I'm sorry and-"

"Dude, that's awesome," he interrupted with an excited shout, standing up to walk over and give her a big hug.

After he was done and he had sat back down all April could day was stare at him, confused.

"Andy, you realize I'm gonna be moving right?" she asked, still wary of his enthusiasm.

"Oh yeah," he said with a sudden realization dawning on his face, scratching his beard before he continued like he hadn't missed a beat. "It's not that far is it? Ben only has to drive like a few hours or something to come hang out here. I could, like, do that too."

"Why aren't you mad? You're supposed to be mad at me right now," April exclaimed, stopping her hands' previous movements and looking at Andy squarely in the eyes to try and find something there.

"Why?" he asked, seriously confusion in his voice.

"Because I totally did this behind your back and now I'm moving and I kind of don't want to because I'm gonna miss you a lot and I'm sort of scared," she got out in a rush before she had time to think about what she said meant.

Taking a deep breath, she watched Andy's look go from confused to a little surprised before his eyes warmed and the corners of his mouth turned up in a small smile. As if on cue he motioned for her to move closer to him. Cautiously she stepped towards him and pushed herself onto his lap and meeting his hand halfway between them.

"If you think I'm not gonna visit you every single weekend – and probably, like, most days – then you're the dumbest person I've ever known," he said softly, rubbing his thumb over the curve of her knuckles.

"I love you," she mumbled to him, looking down at their hands.

"Love you too," he replied, kissing her temple.

"But, that's not what I was thinking," April said quickly, appending her previous statement before she got too caught up in the moment and didn't bother to ask him. "I was wondering, actually, if you'd… um, come with me?"

"Babe, I'm not going to college," he stated matter-of-factly, chuckling.

"No," she laughed and smacked his arm playfully with her free hand, "I meant I want to find some piece of crap apartment and I want you to go with me. Like, y'know…"

"Like, move in together?" and Andy's face was a mixture of surprise and maybe a little fear.

"Oh, you don't have to babe," she corrected herself hastily and the moment the word babe slipped out of her mouth she wanted to pretend that had never happened. "Ugh no, I mean you don't have to. It's cool. We'll just do the other thing."

There were a few seconds, only a handful of heartbeats, where April thought he was going to fall back on his old plan. She'd miss him for sure, and she'd miss the support, but it was workable. They could definitely work it out, though it was definitely in the back of April's mind that Andy should just go with her.

"That could be cool, right?" he spoke up, interrupting her wandering mind with a thoughtful expression. "I mean, it's gonna be weird probably but it could be awesome too and I'm always down for awesome."

"Really, you're in?" she asked, a little skeptical at his sudden change of heart.

"Hell yes I'm in!" he stood up and brought April with him in her curled up position, one arm under her legs and another supporting her back.

"I seriously love you a lot, Andy," she whispered to him, her eyes flitting around his face instinctively.

Darting in, she left him with a brief kiss that gave him a hint at what she was asking from him. Understanding the subtle nudge, and the burgeoning grin on her face, he leant in and returned her kiss with fervor while April slipped her hand around his neck to grab a small tuft of hair. After a while they broke apart and Andy gave her that look that always made her feel important and wanted.

"Yeah, like I said, I love you too," and it was quiet.

It was quiet with a little undertone of wanting, almost like a beggar, and April craved hearing it. That's why she had been so hesitant about asking him, she guessed, but now – in the weird cradled position she was – that seemed like the stupidest thought in the world.