Challenge 147: All-Knowing April
Title: All-Knowing April
Author: Amanda
Feedback: is always nice
Pairing: April/Roger
Word Count: 722 words
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/ Angst
Summary: A few scenes from Roger and April's relationship
Special Thanks: everyone who reads this
Spoilers: Roger and April dated, and did drugs, and got HIV
Warnings: drugs, HIV, implied suicide
Disclaimer: not mine
Roger grinned at April’s shining face and taunting words. “I know something you don’t know,” she sing-songed like a six-year-old. Roger sat up in bed and shook his head, rubbed his eyes, then peered at the clock.
“And what is it that you have suddenly learned at 7 am that I am not privy to?” Roger said in a mock British accent. April stared. “Shit,” he said, thumping back against the pillow, “I don’t know where that came from. It is waaaay too early in the-”
April covered his mouth in a kiss. With her mouth pressed up against his she whispered “I know this is more than a one night stand, and I know you’re going to call me tonight.” She broke off the kiss, shimmied into her dress, and flounced out the door, stopping only to blow a slack-jawed Roger a kiss.
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“I know something you don’t know.” April pulled Roger in for a kiss and kept pulling until they were tumbling over each other down the park’s slope, coming to a giggling heap at the bottom.
Roger propped up his head with one arm as he traced circles on April’s cheek. “What exactly do you think you know?” he breathed as he leaned in and kissed her cheek, her forehead, her eyes, her mouth.
She tilted her head slightly and Roger could feel her smile against his face. “I know that I love you. And I know that you love me too.”
Roger leaned back and looked up at the bright noon sun, considering. He looked at April-her glittering green eyes, her lips, smudged with coral lipstick, tugging upwards at the corners, her wild brown hair tangling around her ears-and he smiled, so suddenly and brightly that April had to blink. “You know, I guess I do,” he said, and he pulled her in again.
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Roger leaned back against the stoop, watching April watch the sun go down. “I’m bored,” he announced. “This whole city is just…boring.”
April looked at him and cocked her head. “You know,” she started hesitantly. “I think I know something you don’t know.”
Roger grinned at her. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Another way to have a good time. Come here.” She grabbed his hand and tugged him around the corner into the alley. She bent over and pulled a little baggie of white powder out of her boot.
“April.” Roger said shortly. “Is that…heroin?
April grinned as she reached up and kissed him. “Now and then I like to feel good. Just try it.” She knelt down and started cooking up.
Roger knelt beside her, watching intently. April looked up and leaned over the spoon to kiss him. He smiled into her mouth. “Well, you’ve always been right before.”
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April had been sitting frozen on the couch for a few hours when Roger finally came home, glowering, irritable, and reeking of cigarettes and perfume. “You’re still up?” he asked, pulling April in for a gruff kiss before stumbling over to the kitchen for coffee. “You should probably go to bed-I think I’m going out again. I’m feeling a little,” he smiled grimly, “sick.”
April closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Roger, I know…something you don’t know. And-”
Roger had downed his coffee in one gulp and now slammed down the mug to cut her off. “April. Stop it with the games-I’m sure it can wait. I’ve gotta go.” He leaned over the coffee table to kiss her again. She stayed frozen, tears welling in her eyes, and she felt Roger grimace against her lips. “Shit, April, don’t cry. I can’t deal with this right now. I’m going-we can talk later.”
Roger grabbed his jacket and headed back out, letting the door clang shut behind him.
And on the back of the test results she had been holding, crumpled, in her hand, April let her tears finally fall as she scrawled in red ink: I know something you don’t know. We’ve got AIDS. And I’ve got to go.
April smoothed out the paper, kissed it once, and laid it carefully on the table in front of her. She walked slowly, deliberately, to the kitchen for a knife, then went into the bathroom, took a deep breath, and gently closed the door as she breathed out “Goodbye.”
Author: Amanda
Feedback: is always nice
Pairing: April/Roger
Word Count: 722 words
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/ Angst
Summary: A few scenes from Roger and April's relationship
Special Thanks: everyone who reads this
Spoilers: Roger and April dated, and did drugs, and got HIV
Warnings: drugs, HIV, implied suicide
Disclaimer: not mine
Roger grinned at April’s shining face and taunting words. “I know something you don’t know,” she sing-songed like a six-year-old. Roger sat up in bed and shook his head, rubbed his eyes, then peered at the clock.
“And what is it that you have suddenly learned at 7 am that I am not privy to?” Roger said in a mock British accent. April stared. “Shit,” he said, thumping back against the pillow, “I don’t know where that came from. It is waaaay too early in the-”
April covered his mouth in a kiss. With her mouth pressed up against his she whispered “I know this is more than a one night stand, and I know you’re going to call me tonight.” She broke off the kiss, shimmied into her dress, and flounced out the door, stopping only to blow a slack-jawed Roger a kiss.
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“I know something you don’t know.” April pulled Roger in for a kiss and kept pulling until they were tumbling over each other down the park’s slope, coming to a giggling heap at the bottom.
Roger propped up his head with one arm as he traced circles on April’s cheek. “What exactly do you think you know?” he breathed as he leaned in and kissed her cheek, her forehead, her eyes, her mouth.
She tilted her head slightly and Roger could feel her smile against his face. “I know that I love you. And I know that you love me too.”
Roger leaned back and looked up at the bright noon sun, considering. He looked at April-her glittering green eyes, her lips, smudged with coral lipstick, tugging upwards at the corners, her wild brown hair tangling around her ears-and he smiled, so suddenly and brightly that April had to blink. “You know, I guess I do,” he said, and he pulled her in again.
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Roger leaned back against the stoop, watching April watch the sun go down. “I’m bored,” he announced. “This whole city is just…boring.”
April looked at him and cocked her head. “You know,” she started hesitantly. “I think I know something you don’t know.”
Roger grinned at her. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Another way to have a good time. Come here.” She grabbed his hand and tugged him around the corner into the alley. She bent over and pulled a little baggie of white powder out of her boot.
“April.” Roger said shortly. “Is that…heroin?
April grinned as she reached up and kissed him. “Now and then I like to feel good. Just try it.” She knelt down and started cooking up.
Roger knelt beside her, watching intently. April looked up and leaned over the spoon to kiss him. He smiled into her mouth. “Well, you’ve always been right before.”
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April had been sitting frozen on the couch for a few hours when Roger finally came home, glowering, irritable, and reeking of cigarettes and perfume. “You’re still up?” he asked, pulling April in for a gruff kiss before stumbling over to the kitchen for coffee. “You should probably go to bed-I think I’m going out again. I’m feeling a little,” he smiled grimly, “sick.”
April closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Roger, I know…something you don’t know. And-”
Roger had downed his coffee in one gulp and now slammed down the mug to cut her off. “April. Stop it with the games-I’m sure it can wait. I’ve gotta go.” He leaned over the coffee table to kiss her again. She stayed frozen, tears welling in her eyes, and she felt Roger grimace against her lips. “Shit, April, don’t cry. I can’t deal with this right now. I’m going-we can talk later.”
Roger grabbed his jacket and headed back out, letting the door clang shut behind him.
And on the back of the test results she had been holding, crumpled, in her hand, April let her tears finally fall as she scrawled in red ink: I know something you don’t know. We’ve got AIDS. And I’ve got to go.
April smoothed out the paper, kissed it once, and laid it carefully on the table in front of her. She walked slowly, deliberately, to the kitchen for a knife, then went into the bathroom, took a deep breath, and gently closed the door as she breathed out “Goodbye.”