A/N: Another "A/A from a different perspective" chapter. This time: Ann Perkins!

This was requested a little while ago and I'm trying to fill out them without realizing that I'm still totally in over my head on this fic and have no idea how it's still a thing, and so so so so SO eternally grateful to everyone that reads, comments/reviews, and whatever else! Y'all are the bomb and I don't say it enough.

Thank you for giving me the will to continue and keep the relationship between these two chucklefucks alive! Without the feedback I receive, I wouldn't have ever gotten past... say, the tenth chapter of this fic. Look where we are now. That's all because of you.

The first one, she could get over. It was probably some weird, childish way to stick it in her face. Whatever it was, Ann doesn't really want to know. If she ever gets a sext from April featuring Andy, or April at all or Andy at all - God, the idea of a sext from either of them in any possible combination makes her want to groan - Ann might have to change phones and never give this number to her. Thankfully that never happens.

She does get an awful lot of them making out though.

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The morning is greeted by this. Every single one of them, for months. It all started since Ann signed on as Leslie's campaign manager. Some misspelled insult would flood her before she could even smack her alarm off, or a picture of a growling face and once a video of April just growling at her phone, and Ann's had enough.

She confronts April. The exchange lasts no more than ten seconds.

"Hey, April. I wanted to talk to you about-"

April makes an exaggerated, fake snoring sound and then shakes her head as if waking up. "Oh, sorry Ann. That was just extremely boring." She looks at the double doors leading out of the parks offices and her face does this amazing change.

Ann's not an idiot, and she notices just how into each other these two kids are. Where sour and grimace fell across her lips and face just moments before, something bright picked up and a grin found its way to April. Turning to look at the source, of course it's Andy. He's smiling just as wide, and he apparently motioned or beckoned for April because she leaves and darts past Ann without a second thought. No insult, no anything.

Now that was refreshing, but the text five minutes later from April stating that they were making out, and probably going to do it, wasn't at all necessary.

Ann doesn't hate Andy. Far from it. He's lovable, sweet, and a little more than doofy, but he's just not the type of person Ann wants. He's far too low maintenance in the sense that she wants him to be at least marginally hygienic and April simply doesn't care.

He seems so happy, and maybe just as if not more than when he was with her. Sure, maybe Ann had confusing feelings a long time ago about him when he started to show obvious affection for the angry little assistant, but now she can't dream of a more perfect couple. One dour, bleak, and a little lost if Ann had to hazard a guess, and the other cheery, optimistic, and so full of oddly positive qualities for someone so dirty and happily partially homeless. It just made sense. They fit together like this weird, magnetic force that just snapped together. They clicked, something that Ann and Andy simply never did. April and Andy got each other, from their jokes and their similar level of seriousness and maturity, and Ann just couldn't be that person.

For a second, she's happy that they're together. Maybe Ann isn't personally fulfilled or pleased, but April is so obviously in love with him and Andy with her - and they fulfilled each other in ways that Ann didn't have - that she can't help but smile to herself. Watching a Lifetime Network movie by herself isn't very engaging, she guesses.

Then Leslie calls, and things get hung up. Ann relays her feelings, and it becomes a thing. And, just when Ann is feeling like those two idiot kids might be able to make something of their lives together whatever it might be, she gets a text of April and Andy's faces smashed together in a lazy, sloppy makeout session caught in one frame.

Ann just sighs and leaves the text unanswered like all the rest.