NOTE: Hi everyone, in order to celebrate japril week, me and my friend/fellow fic writer @japril12 decided to write a fic per day for the whole of this week, basing each fic on the theme of the day. I want to thank her for the ideas she helped me build, the endless questions she answered and all the re reads she did. Also, for notĀ blockingĀ me because IāmĀ annoying. Youāre the best!Ā
Please enjoy! And donāt forget to check out her fics,Ā whichĀ Iāll always link at the end of the fic! :)Ā
Japril Appreciation Week: Day 1 ā Funniest Moment <>
āUnwilling to delegate. I am a great delegator. Itās a key to why Iām so organized!ā
He chuckles, bringing his beer up to his lips, and takes a sip. April huffs in annoyance, following his gesture, and sips from her bottle. Theyād had a long day, touring medical school students, and had a bit of surprise waiting for them once they were up for review. Turns out, save for Karev, none of them were as great of teachers as they had thought they were. His own student had accused him of taking all the learning opportunities for himself, and then worse, outsmarting him. Sure, it had been a hit to his ego, but it definitely wasnāt hitting him as hard as it was hitting April, who seems to have taken the comment extremely personally.
He looks up to tell her that sheās right, she is brilliant at organizing, and the douchebag was probably just mad his hopes of maybe doing a central line today went amiss.
āOh hi, just wanted to get some water?ā
They both turn to look at the source of the voice, and he smirks when he realizes itās Alexās student, Laurel. Ā
āWell, the glasses are in that cabinet.ā
Obviously, heās managed to score, Jackson thinks petulantly. He wasnāt too disappointed if he was being honest, although heād spent a good part of the day trying to trade his guy for her, with the exact same intention as all the straight, hot blooded males in their group had. He hadnāt gotten laid in a while, such was the life of a surgical resident, and she was a very attractive woman, so heād figured why not? Sure, it made him feel slightly sleazy after the idea initially popped up in his head, but he was nowhere ready for anything resembling a relationship. Nope, no thanks.
He watches her reach up for the glass, and the movement causes her shirt to move up. Almost as if on impulse, he looked at her, deciding immediately that although he was very deprived when it came to the female body as of late, this was particularly degenerate and a little creepy, if he is being honest. Impulse, was not a good excuse. Heās just about to turn his gaze, when a hand flies past his vision, and he feels the hard contact of smooth skin on the back of his head.
April. Of course, she would notice that his gaze had wandered off to unwelcome territory. He canāt help but slip out a loud, albeit manly, cry of pain, because damn who knew April could throw a mean punch? He looks at her, her disapproval written very clearly on her face, as she mutters under her breath about how all men were pigs. He rubs his head, throwing a glance at her direction and chuckles as he realizes half of his friendship with April has been him doing or saying something stupid, and her chastising for it by swatting him across the chest, arm or chestā¦ hard. She had no mercy. Ā
He throws another glance towards Laurelās direction, hoping she hadnāt just witnessed him get hit over the head by his best friend for gawking at her. It would be embarrassing to say the least, and his ego could only take so many hits in one day.
This time, however, when a pale arm flies out of nowhere, he is ready. Before it makes contact with the part of his body April has deemed worthy of a hit, he holds her wrist, stopping her from reaching her intended destination, which looked to be his arm.
āStop hitting me!ā He whispers, laughing at her annoyance that she wasnāt able to fulfill what she had wanted to do.
āWell, then stop staring at her like sheās a piece of meat. Jackson, you know itās wrong to-ā
āI wasnāt-ā He tries to excuse himself out of her perfectly fair accusation, but stops short when he notices her brows raised, calling him out on his bluff, āOkay, so I wasā¦ the first time. Now, I just wanted to make sure she didnāt see you playing Whac-A-Mole on my head.āShe rolls her eyes, and ignores him, going back to her task of attempting to pull her hand out of his death grip. He smiles, almost devilishly, and leans back against his chair, his arm still around hers.
āJackson, let go!ā She grunts, as she brings her fingers towards his, attempting to pull off, one by one.
āNope, not this time. The hitting must end. This is the repercussion of it.ā He grins, as she gets up from the chair, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, as she pulls on her arm.
āJackson, this is ridiculous.ā She groans, as he pulls her towards him, when she almost successfully manages to pull out.
She squeals as she lands on his lap with a resounding thump, and he instinctively wraps an arm around her waist to keep her from falling. She wriggles on his lap, and all of a sudden brings his arm up to her mouth, and bites on his fingers. He relaxes his grip a little, mostly because heās a little shocked by her actions. He looks at his hand and sees a small teeth imprints on it, and a guilty looking April, who knows sheās bitten harder than intended to.Ā
āOh youāre gonna get it.ā He smirks at her, as he slips a hand underneath her top, and starts to tickle her mercilessly. Ā April starts laughing loudly, a high pitched shriek emitting from the back of the throat. She hates been tickled. Having known her for some time, heās very aware that Aprilās body was insanely sensitive to touch, and the slightest contact with any of her tickle points, the worst being the hip bone, was enough to send her into frenzy. He won a lot of arguments this way.
Her breathing becomes Ā erratic, as she wriggles out of his grip to stand up, and he follows her, watching in amusement as she twists her body under their arms to get away from his contact. He laughs in turn because clearly when April is met with a tickle attack, her ability to form coherent ideas was lost. He merely rolls his eyes, and pulls her back against his chest, resuming his actions.
āOkay, stop, Jackson! Please stop, I canāt anymore.ā She says, through breathless giggles. She moans uncomfortably, and he stills, because itās only funny if sheās not in actual pain. Heās read once that you can in fact kill someone by tickling them, and although he does question its legitimacy heās not up for finding out its accuracy through April.Ā
She blows on piece of hair thatās fallen on her face, and the exhaustion causes her to fall back on his body, as she rests hers, taking in heavy breaths.
āI hate you.ā She voices, and he chuckles.
āNo you donāt, you just have to stop hitting me so much, with yourā¦ iron hand!ā He tells her, and he finally decides itās time to let go of her hand.
āWhat the fuck are you two doing?ā
They both pull apart and turn around to face a tired looking Alex, wearing a frown on his face. Jackson could tell the guy looked pissed off, and really annoyed.
āI am trying to sleep, and the two of you are giggling like teenage girls at a sleepover,ā He mutters, scratching his chin.
āSorry, Alex.ā April mumbles, pulling her hair band out of her head, since all the neatly swept tendrils had fallen out of it anyway.
āYeah, yeahā He waves her off, and directs his gaze over Aprilās head, āThey creep you out?ā
Jackson turns his body and all of a sudden remembers that Laurel was actually in the kitchen with them, probably having witnessed the whole thing.
āOh no,ā She replies, smiling between him and April, āI should probably apologize for being such a creep, and standing here staring at you two.ā
April gives him a side eye, and he knows exactly what sheās thinking. If anyone needs to apologise for being a creep it was him, but that would require admitting he did something creepy, so he merely rolled his eyes at her.
āNo, no, itās fine. Iām just really ticklish.ā April says, as if this is a profound revelation about herself.
āI could see that,ā Stacy chuckles, walking towards Alex, āAnyway, you two are a really cute couple.ā
He hears Alexās boisterous laugh and sees April choking on air, before the words register. Him and April? A couple?
āOh my god, this is gold.ā Alex says, still unable to hold back his laughter.
āWe are definitely not a couple,ā April stutters through the sentence, her cheeks a fiery red, āI mean, weāre just completely, totally, platonic.ā
Jackson laughs awkwardly, nodding his head at her statement, āYeah, Aprilās my best friendā
āOh Iām sorry, I just figuredā¦ well, you act so much like a couple.ā She says, smiling almost apologetically at them.
āWe do?ā They ask, in unison, looking at each other, both unequivocally confused.
āWell, yeah, youāre very comfortable around each other, and umā¦ look, I was just pointing this out. Iām sorry if I made it weird.ā She says, shrugging her shoulders.
āNo, no you didnāt,ā April answers for both of them, and he nods along.
Okay, so itās a little weird being told that he āacted like a coupleā with someone he figured he had maintained the first and only completely platonic best friendship of his life. He figured there was that whole thing about āyouāre not best friends if donāt act even a little gayā, which primarily applied to same sex friendships, so may āacting like a coupleā was the standards for opposite sex ones.
āTheyāve just known each since they were interns,ā Alex offers, clearly already bored by the conversation after his initial interest.
āExactly.ā He agrees.
āPlus, itās not like I could ever date Jackson.ā April laughs, glancing at him for approval.
Instead of approval, he just finds himself highly, highly offended, āUm, whatās that supposed to mean?ā
āHm? Oh nothing, Iām just saying itās not weād ever actually date each other,ā She laughs again, and once more he fails to see the humour in this.
āUh, why not? Iām a great boyfriend.ā He scoffs, as if any other insinuation was absolutely preposterous, which it was.
She raises her brow at him, and stifles a giggle, āItās not that youāre a bad boyfriend per se, itās justā¦ you donāt reallyā¦ date.ā
āI date!ā He says, and everyone in the room goes silent. Okay, so maybe he didnāt say it so much as he yelled it. Blasphemy, is what he wanted to tell them.
āNo, man, you donāt.ā Alex says, shaking his head, āYou casually see women. I donāt mean sex, youāre not me,ā He looks at the Laurel who has her brow shot up, āEr- sorry.ā
āItās fine.ā She dismisses him.
āAnyway, youāre not me, but youāre not exactly McDreamy either.ā Alex says, as if its common knowledge that heās not the boyfriend type.
āThat is so not true.ā
āIt is, Jackson. I mean, you only had one serious girlfriend since Iāve known you, and she lasted about 6 months?ā April asks him, pouting her lip, probably doing the calculations in her head.
āUm, 6 and a half.ā He corrects her.
The half definitely counts for something.
āWell, you know what, itās difficult to date for me, okay?ā He starts, and April rolls her eyes all the way to the back of her head, while Alex mutters āsure it isā. Even Laurel has the audacity to laugh at that sentence, condescendingly. āIt is! Because itās really hard to find someone who likes me and itās not because Iām good looking, rich or an Avery!ā
āYouāre an Avery?ā Stacy asks suddenly, with peeked interest, and Jackson thanks his lucky stars he didnāt sleep with her.
āNo, he is not an Avery. He is a lot more than just his last name.ā April says, and although sheās directing the caution towards him, most definitely alluding to his lack of separation of a sense of self from his family name, he feels good when Laurel shoots her eyes downwards in shame.
āOh, boo hoo, hot chicks want to sleep with you because youāre attractive and loaded. Your life must be so hard.ā Alex quips in sarcastically.
āI just honestly donāt understand why it matters so much. I mean, there are women falling over themselves to date you.ā April replies, plopping herself down on a chair as if this conversation is exhausting her.
āYes, but you are not one of those women.ā
āSo if my own best friend doesnāt want to date me, then what does that say about me?ā He asks, basically to anyone in the room. Heās a little mad that heās on Team Jackson all by himself.
āIt means I want different things from a relationship than you do, thatās all.ā She says, shrugging her shoulders.
āYou know the men in your stupid chick flicks donāt exist in real life, right?ā Alex points out, grinning at April who glares at him.
āShut up, Alex. I just meantā¦ commitment.ā April replies.
āI can be in a committed relationship if I wanted to!ā He announces, and April and Alex stare back at him in utter disbelief āWhat? I can! I will buy you flowers, wine and dine you, Iāll even not kiss you on the first date.ā
He notices a shift in Aprilās expression, as if sheās considering this, and he smiles at her, finally happy sheās coming to her senses.
āHonestly, itās a good thing you two donāt date. Youād be the fucking pain in the ass couple.ā Alex laughs, getting up from his seat and starting to walk towards the bedroom.
āUm, what the hell does that mean?ā
Heās a little surprised when the redhead poses this question, and actually sounds pissed off about it. Well, it took her long enough.
Ā āWhat?ā Alex turns around, confused as to why April sounded defensive all of a sudden.
āI mean, I said I wouldnāt date Jackson because he didnāt want to be in a relationship, not because weād be bad at relationships. Weād be fricking great at a relationship. I rock at relationships!ā
Jackson chuckles slightly, because he knows just how April hates been told sheās bad at something. Sheās rarely ever bad at anything, so sheās ready to walk through fire to prove it.
āYeah, but-ā Alex tries, once more, but Jackson is quite sure heās not going to get a word in again for the rest of this argument. One simply does not offend April Kepner.
āWeāre best friends, and you know what that means? I know him better than anyone else, and so I will never have any problems figuring out his mood swings, or have him talk to me about his problems or what to buy him for his birthday, because I already know all of these things.ā She smirks, hands on her hips, and Alex is starting to look unsure.
āHe gets stubborn when heās angry, withdrawn when heās sad, and he smirks a lot when heās happy. He wants to talk about something if he hangs around me the whole day for no good reason. And he wants a pair of Nike Roche Runsā¦ in red.ā She proves all her previous points, and Jackson canāt help but be impressed himself.
She looks at him, urging him on with her eyes, and he gets the message after a few seconds. She wants him to prove to Alex how good theyād be in a relationship, āWe already know pretty much everything there is to know about one another, and still like each very much. Thatās saying something.ā
āExactly!ā April nods, furiously, āWe would be couple of the year. We would win couple awards!ā
āUm, sure.ā Jackson replies, a little unsure at her tirade, but still fully ready to back her up. He justā¦ never realized that, as April continued to list all the reasons why they would be the perfect couple, the two of them dating do make a lot of sense. April was undoubtedly attractive, and they knew each other so well. It was the strangest, most obvious revelation heād come across.
āSorry, Kepner, you two arenāt lasting a week.ā Alex says, and Jackson can clearly see heās just doing this to get a rise out of April. Feisty April was an all-around favorite, it seems.
āNot true!ā April retorts, puffing her chest out slightly, āand Iām going to prove it to you by dating the heck out of Jackson!ā
āYeah!ā Jackson says, until he realizes exactly what sheās said, āWait what?ā
āAnd it will be the best relationship of his life!ā She grins, almost challenging Alex to disagree with him.
āCan we go back to the bit where we date, because-ā He tries to intervene, but apparently he has little say in the dealings between them.
ā$100 bucks say you donāt last more than 5 dates.ā
āOh youāre on, Karev.ā
They shake hands, and Jackson still stands in between them, very confused about what has transpired.
āJackson, youāll pick me up at 7, tomorrow evening, and weāre going for a movie and dinner after. Iāll see you then.ā April says this, but itās directed more at Alexās amused face more than him. She looks at him, after some time, smiles widely, and walks off.
āUm, what just happened?ā Jackson asks, finally. Everything moved a little too fast, and he went from wanting to get laid causally sometime this week, to a date with his best friend which might cause him to catch feelings, because God knows, April Kepner was very easy to like, at least for him.
āYou just got yourself a date with Kepner. Good luck!ā Alex winks at him, and walks away down the hallway towards his bedroom, with Laurel, who was quietly observing the whole scene, completely confused and very much amused, trailing behind.
He had a date tomorrow night, with April. April Kepner. He knew that for whatever reason, there was a part of him quite excited at this idea. What Jackson didnāt know however is that Alex was going to lose that $100, he thought for sure was an easy win, because Jackson would end up taking April out on a lot more dates than just 5.
Thank you, as always, for reading!Ā
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