A/N: We haven't had some fluffy what-if's have we? Here's something from a request for what would happen if Andy got to sing "November" to April in S2.

I'm a romantic at heart, so of course this is how it would work out.

The day after April's birthday party, Andy sat at the shoeshine stand with his guitar in hand. He bit his lip in confusion, trying to grapple with the previous night. He could swear that April was acting funny around him, and she was being cool when he said she looked beautiful - holy crap, that wasn't a lie - but then she started being weird and looked like she was going to make out with Raphael or whatever that guy's name was.

The reason he sat with his guitar is because he never got to sing her the song he wrote. That bummed him out more than anything else. When you write a song you don't really care that nobody hears it, most of the time, because writing it is super fun and figuring out where to put everything is cool. The final product doesn't really matter, usually. Except now, when he wrote the song specifically for April. That was a bummer.

Which is why, with his guitar strapped to his back, Andy walked down to the Parks department when April didn't leave for her lunch break. Sure enough, she was sitting at her desk with a bagel and a magazine. The moment she saw him there were a bunch of different looks aimed at him all at once and Andy wasn't sure which one he was going to get that day. She gave him a blank stare, looked down at the guitar, and then went back to not paying attention to him.

"Ludgate," he announced loudly, strumming some muted strings twice.

"Go away," she deadpanned, and for a second Andy turned but she sighed loudly.

"You seem bummed," he said, nodding his head.

"Wow, so insightful," she flipped a page of the magazine on her desk and picked up a bagel, taking a huge bite out of it.

"You know what always makes me feel better?" he asked her, pulling a chair from the central desk to sit in front of her.

"Why do you have a guitar?" she inquired without looking up.

"Music always makes me feel super good about myself," Andy started, playing the same chord that started the song over and over, "and I totally forgot to sing you this yesterday."

"What are you talking about?" she asked, the sounds of that one chord filling the department.

"April, I'm sorry for being stupid on your birthday," he apologized, though Andy wasn't sure for what. He was just pretty confident he did something stupid. "You are too cool to be sad after your birthday. So, here's the song I wrote for you-"

"Andy-"

"It's called November," he smiled but April still wasn't looking at him. "You know that already, though. So, uh, yeah."

There were some problems with the original lyrics, but that didn't matter. Andy just wanted April to not be so bummed out, and maybe if he got to sing her that song she'd be happier. So, without thinking, he sang the whole thing to her.

"November, your bangs are cute," he started and April's eyes shifted from the magazine slightly up to him, her face even. "November, your voice is a flute."

April looked up at him curiously, her eyebrow raised. Andy kept singing anyways. You always had to mention spreading your wings and flying, because that always worked in any song ever. Besides, it was cool imagery stuff. Songs were made to be cool.

"I wanna go on a date with you," Andy looked at his guitar, automatically singing the line that he meant to cut out this time, "November."

The moment he finished, Andy realized that he did the whole thing. It was hard not to, and he got carried away. Oh well, April didn't really like him so he could just say it wasn't for her. Then again, he told her that the song was for her. Andy couldn't figure out the tangled mess of his own thoughts when he looked back and saw April sitting up straight and looking at him.

"Do you like it?" Andy asked her, hopeful that it wasn't too bad.

April rolled her lips and nodded, an almost imperceptible smile on her face. Andy knew she was smiling though, he'd seen her do this same thing before. It was always so cool, especially when she smiled at him or because of him. April really was awesome.

"I mean, I know it's dumb, but-"

"Yes," April nodded her head and stood up.

"Well, you don't have to tell me it's dumb that was just a-"

"Andy," she said a little louder, sitting on her desk now.

He stood up like he was being called to attention and looked down at April. She gave a much wider smile this time, if it was possible April was grinning, and she nodded her head again. Andy wasn't sure what that meant.

"I'm confused," he admitted.

"I said yes, and you sang..." she swayed back and forth as she spoke, "you sang about wanting to go on a date, and I said yes."

"Oh," he said, nodding in understanding. Then it hit him what she was saying. Then he actually understood what that meant. "Oh! Yeah?"

"I mean, sure whatever," she shrugged but Andy could see her face getting a little red and she didn't drop that grin. "Yeah, whatever. Fine. Date, we'll go on... a date."

Andy smiled and pumped his hands in the air, April chuckled a bit and moved forward. There were a lot of awesome things in the world that Andy would never forget, but April standing there and looking like she wanted to kiss him was something else. She turned around and sat at her desk, though.

Later that night, however, when she picked him up - Andy was short a car, so that was kind of awkward at first but April didn't seem to care - April didn't hesitate and neither did he. Kissing April was, even if it was just a little peck on the lips, the coolest thing Andy had ever done in his life. Well, right next to making her smile. That was definitely the best.