A/N: Requested anonymously on tumblr as "what happens after Media Blitz/first date."

Set basically the moment after April kisses Andy.

After April kisses Andy for the second time in such a short span of time, her head might just burst. He's got the sort of look on his face that tells her all she needs to know about him, and the way he's holding her almost like he doesn't want to let go makes April feel better about going through with this. There's not much to say for a little while after that, both of them just kind of looking and quiet. Of course, Andy speaks up first.

"So, am I supposed to," Andy's still holding onto her waist as he talks and April finds she likes that a whole lot, "like, go to Indianapolis with you?"

"What?" she scrunches up her nose at him, confused.

"I mean, you said you're still going and I've gotta do all that stuff to make you stay," he's looking down at the ground, with a thoughtful expression. "So... d'you need like a ride there or something? Maybe I can help you move-"

April, instead of saying anything to him, kisses him again. She doesn't really get what he thinks she was going with Chris for other than to get him riled up like this, or why she's okay with him being willing to do all of that. April's just happy that she listened to Ron, in all fairness. When she breaks away from Andy there's that look again, and April can't help but let a tiny smile escape.

"Is that a yes?" Andy asks seriously.

"Dude, I'm not going to work with stupid Chris," she makes sure to say it slowly, so he really understands what she's saying. "There's no moving or anything."

"Oh," Andy nods and then smiles so brightly it makes her face hurt just looking at him, "cool!"

April laughs and moves in again, not really that tired of being super close to Andy. Who could be? He was tall, scruffy, and always warm. That's what April tells herself, that she likes just being close to him rather than the way he smiles against her lips. The way that he could barely speak when she kissed him the first time wasn't cool at all. Obviously not.

When April speaks up just to break the silence as they stare, she's quieter than is really necessary. "Did you really think I was going to go?" she bites her cheek waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, that's what you said," Andy looks even more confused. "I remember you saying that you're gonna go work with him. You also said you hated me and that I should go walk into traffic."

"No I didn't," April smacks his arm, but he still looks so serious.

"Maybe not in the same day, but when we watched that stupid vampire movie," Andy shrugs and looks away, "I thought it was kinda like a date. You told me that it wasn't, and said you hated me. So, I dunno."

April bites her tongue because he's actually right. It was just another one of those things she said off the cuff, without thinking about it at all, and it was because she wanted him to work harder. Thinking back on it, the few days after that he didn't talk to her at all. April just assumed, then, that he was bored even with their fake "date" and her total disinterest in him.

She didn't really think about how it actually sounded when she told him that. To her it was just another dumb comment. Those were just stupid words that she didn't really mean, and it was supposed to be obvious that they were mostly a joke. Andy, clearly, didn't take it like that.

"You really thought I hated you?"

"Everything you said was either, 'wow you suck, Andy,'" he's saying all of this with no malice in his eyes, and just acceptance in his voice instead of disappointment, "and 'wow, that was stupid Andy.' I dunno, what else was I supposed to think?"

"That I was just annoyed at you for acting like kissing Ann wasn't a big deal," April spits back immediately but doesn't bother to detach herself from Andy, "and that I was making jokes."

"You just sounded like you were being mean to me," Andy shrugs.

"So why are you smiling right now?" April asks him, curious.

His grin widens a bit and then he looks down. Something about that makes April's lips turn up just a tiny bit; only the tiniest bit, though. "Because you like me," Andy says quietly, "and that's really cool, because I like you too."

"Shut up," she pushes him a little but he just laughs.

He sits down on one of the high chairs at the shoeshine stand and April goes down with him. Sitting down, technically in his lap, April's cool with how close they suddenly are. It's not like they were strangers or anything. They could do with some speeding up in their relationship anyways, especially after they both - in turn - assumed the other person was just sort of staring through them. April would never tell him that, though. That was too personal and private, and way too much of the real April. Instead she was just going to kiss Andy, enjoy that, and move on when that got to be boring.

"Hey," Andy interrupts her thoughts while his hand lazily sits and moves on her hip. "Why don't we have, like, an actual date or something?"

"What? Why?" April can barely think of anything better to do than sitting there and kissing Andy, so why screw it up. Besides, when she clearly got bored of being around him it'd be easier to remember him as a fling.

"I dunno, it could be fun," he shrugs, "and I think I could, like, pay for it maybe. That's what guys are supposed to do, right?"

"No, not really," April stands up and offers him her hand, "only like really weird ones. Or guys that think they're being sweet or something."

"So you'll pay for it?" Andy asks excitedly when he holds her hand, and God she definitely doesn't like how stupidly good something so simple and innocuous feels, before calming down. "I mean... if you want to."

April only laughs and walks out of City Hall, hand-in-hand with Andy, trying to figure out what kind of awesome things he could be thinking of.

She really shouldn't have expected anything different from Andy. It's fine, though. On some level she expects him to take her to go out to eat just to get a free meal, but getting ice cream makes sense too.

"Order for me," she tells Andy when they pull up to a small place just a few minutes away from City Hall.

"What?" he's about to get out of the car and she's sitting on the seat, shifting uncomfortably.

"Just get me something with chocolate," she says, unsure why she doesn't just go out there with him. She fishes some money out and hands it to him. "Here, I'll pay for it."

"Okay..." he trails off and looks at her strangely.

She watches him go and get two small cones, one with a little pink strawberry and the chocolate she asked for. He walks back to the passenger side of the car and hands her the cone. He stands out there still, almost expectantly. After a moment of the strange exchange, April eventually opens the door and steps out to lean against the car door.

"I mean, I don't really care... but, why'd I have to order for you?" Andy asks her, raising an eyebrow and giving his ice cream a slow lick April can't take her eyes off of.

"It's weird and I get uncomfortable when I ask people for things," April shrugs and goes back to her ice cream. "I dunno, I make Natalie order pizzas and stuff so I don't have to."

"Oh, so that's why you didn't want to go on a date," Andy says it like he's relieved. "I thought you just didn't want to be seen with me or something."

"What?" she chuckles because that's one of the dumbest things she's ever heard. If anything, she wants to make sure people know she's with him.

"Look, I don't know a lot of stuff," he smiles again and takes a huge bite out of his cone, speaking through the crunching bites, "and I guess I figured that made more sense."

"How many times do I have to tell you I like you to make it obvious," April laughs a little sardonic thing, confused.

There's a second where neither of them say anything. Andy goes to take a bite before looking down at the ground. "I'm just still, like, convinced this is a prank," he finally says, slowly and softly. "I'm waiting for the 'syke!' y'know?"

"That's fucked up," April grimaces at him in response.

"Can you blame me?" Andy shrugs and takes another bite. "You were pretty... y'know, set in leaving."

"Yeah, I can blame you," she says a little angrier than she meant to. "That's a really screwed up thing to say to somebody, Andy."

"I didn't mean it like that-"

"How did you mean it, then?" April calls him out, kicking herself off of the car until she's standing and looking up at him.

Andy looks down at her, almost apologetically, until he scratches the back of his neck with his free hand. April's cheeks are burning, confused and angry and disappointed in him and somehow even more than that, and she's returning his stare, hard. Eventually he starts to laugh a little, and April's chest feels like it could snap in half from the conflicting reactions to that.

"Why're you laughing?" she asks.

"Because this date sucks," he says with another laugh, and April finds herself smiling again.

"Well, you took me out for ice cream," she shrugs. "So, I dunno what you expected."

"Not to get in an argument about who cares more about the other person," Andy says nonchalantly, like that's just something you say to someone who only very recently okayed their relationship.

"Is that what happened?" April looks up at him and remembers that she's got ice cream to finish.

"I guess, sure," Andy shrugs again and follows suit.

"In that case, it doesn't really matter," April gives him the best grin she can muster because the words in her head make it so easy, "because I'm just glad we're together."

Andy stops for a second and smiles, wide, before leaning down to kiss her against the car. Maybe it's because they've technically made it clear that what they're doing is dating, or maybe it's because he tastes like strawberries and chocolate, but there's something way more satisfying about that. It could be that they both seem to forget about their cones and at one point Andy lifts his hand up to cup her face only to smear strawberry ice cream on her face.

There's a pink streak on her cheek when he breaks away, and he looks at her like he's sorry. Instead of saying anything April just takes her cone and presses it into his cheek, giving him a mirrored splotch of dark brown chocolate on his face.

It's really, really hard to stop smiling after that.