A/N: Yeah, another one of these. Just migrating fics, is all. I'm also lazy. So, yeah.
Sorry. I hope you like the fics anyways!
April screamed, a pillow flying over the couch at her and landing with a soft thump against her chest before falling to the floor. The living room was strewn with blankets and various pillows, the remnants of bygone forts and cubby holes they used to make out in so they didn't have to deal with thinking about Ben in the same room as them. With a laugh, Andy launched himself over the sofa, at her, and wrapped his arms around her. Picking her up, she giggled and protested but still had a huge smile on her face. They both did, but Ben didn't seem particularly thrilled.
"Do you guys have to do this now?" he asked, trying to pay attention to whatever stupid TV show he was attempting to watch. "Seriously."
"Shut up, Ben," April lashed out before smiling at Andy again. "Just because you're boring doesn't mean we have to be, too."
"Or you could sit down and not run around your house like ten year olds," he suggested.
"Hey man, sorry about your, uh, thing with Leslie," Andy offered up, his eyes still locked on April's. "But, um… do you have to be in the house all the time? Maybe, like, go get something to eat… for, um, the day."
"Oh God," Ben grimaced because April's legs hooked around Andy's waist and she was starting to get ideas for the myriad blankets. "I'm gonna go drink that image away."
"Thanks, dude!" Andy yelled as he left in a rush, clearly trying to distance himself from the two of them. "Ben's so nice."
"Don't talk about Ben when we should be making a pillow fort," she said with a wry smile and a glint in her eyes, "and having sex in that fort."
"Awesome!" Andy pumped his fist in the air and, with April still latched onto him, tried his best to flit around the house and collect all of the necessary blankets.