A/N: Holy crap, almost 200! Yikes. This is the last of the tiny ficlets, and tomorrow will be another, longer fic :)
"Honey, you know how much Jack loves when you go to his games!" Andy tries again, bumping his shoulder into the freezer door while April pulls leftovers from the fridge, desperately trying to get April to skip out on some dreadfully dull work meeting. "You can, like, use it as an excuse to get out."
"Wow, awesome pitch, dude," April scoffs but she sighs anyways.
"C'mon babe, it's his last game before he graduates…" Andy whines. "Everyone's going! Robbie said she might fight the other quarterback, and her girlfriend's coming too! Sam said she might even–"
"I know, I know! I just… it's all, y'know," April put the plastic tub of rice down on the counter behind them, taking her time turning back around to face him. "He's the first one, y'know?"
Andy stares blankly and then his features soften, his mouth turning into a knowing grin. "Aww, babe! You're sad it's his last game!"
"Am not!" April fights back childishly, but Andy's smile doesn't abate. After a long moment, she looks down at the floor. "Fine, I'm super bummed out and I'm trying to avoid it in an extremely healthy way because as long as I don't know he's graduating high school then I don't have to think about it!"
"That sounds like a totally, like, one-hundred percent…" Andy trails off, watching April's face take a decidedly unimpressed, annoyed turn, "terrible idea, honey. How about this–" Andy takes one of her hands in both of his and gives her the widest, dumbest grin possible. "You go, we ditch the game at half-time. We'll come back for the end, don't worry! We sneak into the locker rooms–"
"Make out at concessions first," April buts in.
"Yes! You're so smart," Andy says. "Go to the locker rooms, we maybe make out there. Go to a classroom, make out there–"
"Or we can do it there," April offers with a nod.
"Babe, you are just. So. Smart!" he punctuates the last word with a deep kiss, breaking off to walk away. "I swear if you're not at the game tonight–"
"A Snakehole never leaves her man waiting," April says with a wink, and Andy rushes off with a growl-turned-holler, impatient for the night.