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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 not blocking me because I’m annoying. You’re the best!

Please enjoy! And don’t forget to check out her fics, which I’ll always link at the end of the fic! :)

Japril Appreciation Week: Day 1 ⇒ Funniest Moment <>

“Unwilling to delegate. I am a great delegator. It’s a key to why I’m so organized!”

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. They’d 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 wasn’t 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 she’s right, she is brilliant at organizing, and the douchebag was probably just mad his hopes of maybe doing a central line today went amiss.

“Oh hi, just wanted to get some water?”

They both turn to look at the source of the voice, and he smirks when he realizes it’s Alex’s student, Laurel.

“Well, the glasses are in that cabinet.”

Obviously, he’s managed to score, Jackson thinks petulantly. He wasn’t too disappointed if he was being honest, although he’d 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 hadn’t gotten laid in a while, such was the life of a surgical resident, and she was a very attractive woman, so he’d 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. He’s 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 can’t 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 chest… hard. She had no mercy.

He throws another glance towards Laurel’s direction, hoping she hadn’t 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.

“Stop hitting me!” He whispers, laughing at her annoyance that she wasn’t able to fulfill what she had wanted to do.

“Well, then stop staring at her like she’s a piece of meat. Jackson, you know it’s wrong to-”

“I wasn’t-” 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, “Okay, so I was… the first time. Now, I just wanted to make sure she didn’t see you playing Whac-A-Mole on my head.”She 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.

“Jackson, let go!” She grunts, as she brings her fingers towards his, attempting to pull off, one by one.

“Nope, not this time. The hitting must end. This is the repercussion of it.” He grins, as she gets up from the chair, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, as she pulls on her arm.

“Jackson, this is ridiculous.” 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 he’s 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 she’s bitten harder than intended to.

“Oh you’re gonna get it.” He smirks at her, as he slips a hand underneath her top, and starts to tickle her mercilessly. 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, he’s very aware that April’s 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 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.

“Okay, stop, Jackson! Please stop, I can’t anymore.” She says, through breathless giggles. She moans uncomfortably, and he stills, because it’s only funny if she’s not in actual pain. He’s read once that you can in fact kill someone by tickling them, and although he does question its legitimacy he’s not up for finding out its accuracy through April.

She blows on piece of hair that’s fallen on her face, and the exhaustion causes her to fall back on his body, as she rests hers, taking in heavy breaths.

“I hate you.” She voices, and he chuckles.

“No you don’t, you just have to stop hitting me so much, with your… iron hand!” He tells her, and he finally decides it’s time to let go of her hand.

“What the fuck are you two doing?”

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.

“I am trying to sleep, and the two of you are giggling like teenage girls at a sleepover,” He mutters, scratching his chin.

“Sorry, Alex.” April mumbles, pulling her hair band out of her head, since all the neatly swept tendrils had fallen out of it anyway.

“Yeah, yeah” He waves her off, and directs his gaze over April’s head, “They creep you out?”

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.

“Oh no,” She replies, smiling between him and April, “I should probably apologize for being such a creep, and standing here staring at you two.”

April gives him a side eye, and he knows exactly what she’s 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.

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m just really ticklish.” April says, as if this is a profound revelation about herself.

“I could see that,” Stacy chuckles, walking towards Alex, “Anyway, you two are a really cute couple.“

He hears Alex’s boisterous laugh and sees April choking on air, before the words register. Him and April? A couple?

“Oh my god, this is gold.” Alex says, still unable to hold back his laughter.

“We are definitely not a couple,” April stutters through the sentence, her cheeks a fiery red, “I mean, we’re just completely, totally, platonic.”

Jackson laughs awkwardly, nodding his head at her statement, “Yeah, April’s my best friend”

“Oh I’m sorry, I just figured… well, you act so much like a couple.” She says, smiling almost apologetically at them.

“We do?” They ask, in unison, looking at each other, both unequivocally confused.

“Well, yeah, you’re very comfortable around each other, and um… look, I was just pointing this out. I’m sorry if I made it weird.” She says, shrugging her shoulders.

“No, no you didn’t,” April answers for both of them, and he nods along.

Okay, so it’s a little weird being told that he ‘acted like a couple’ 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 ‘you’re not best friends if don’t act even a little gay’, which primarily applied to same sex friendships, so may ‘acting like a couple’ was the standards for opposite sex ones.

“They’ve just known each since they were interns,” Alex offers, clearly already bored by the conversation after his initial interest.

“Exactly.” He agrees.

“Plus, it’s not like I could ever date Jackson.” April laughs, glancing at him for approval.

Instead of approval, he just finds himself highly, highly offended, “Um, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Hm? Oh nothing, I’m just saying it’s not we’d ever actually date each other,” She laughs again, and once more he fails to see the humour in this.

“Uh, why not? I’m a great boyfriend.” He scoffs, as if any other insinuation was absolutely preposterous, which it was.

She raises her brow at him, and stifles a giggle, “It’s not that you’re a bad boyfriend per se, it’s just… you don’t really… date.”

“I date!” He says, and everyone in the room goes silent. Okay, so maybe he didn’t say it so much as he yelled it. Blasphemy, is what he wanted to tell them.

“No, man, you don’t.” Alex says, shaking his head, “You casually see women. I don’t mean sex, you’re not me,” He looks at the Laurel who has her brow shot up, “Er- sorry.”

“It’s fine.” She dismisses him.

“Anyway, you’re not me, but you’re not exactly McDreamy either.” Alex says, as if its common knowledge that he’s not the boyfriend type.

“That is so not true.”

“It is, Jackson. I mean, you only had one serious girlfriend since I’ve known you, and she lasted about 6 months?” April asks him, pouting her lip, probably doing the calculations in her head.

“Um, 6 and a half.” He corrects her.

The half definitely counts for something.

“Same thing.”

Apparently not.

“Well, you know what, it’s difficult to date for me, okay?” He starts, and April rolls her eyes all the way to the back of her head, while Alex mutters ‘sure it is’. Even Laurel has the audacity to laugh at that sentence, condescendingly. “It is! Because it’s really hard to find someone who likes me and it’s not because I’m good looking, rich or an Avery!”

“You’re an Avery?” Stacy asks suddenly, with peeked interest, and Jackson thanks his lucky stars he didn’t sleep with her.

“No, he is not an Avery. He is a lot more than just his last name.” April says, and although she’s 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.

“Oh, boo hoo, hot chicks want to sleep with you because you’re attractive and loaded. Your life must be so hard.” Alex quips in sarcastically.

“I just honestly don’t understand why it matters so much. I mean, there are women falling over themselves to date you.” April replies, plopping herself down on a chair as if this conversation is exhausting her.

“Yes, but you are not one of those women.”

“So?”

“So if my own best friend doesn’t want to date me, then what does that say about me?” He asks, basically to anyone in the room. He’s a little mad that he’s on Team Jackson all by himself.

“It means I want different things from a relationship than you do, that’s all.” She says, shrugging her shoulders.

“You know the men in your stupid chick flicks don’t exist in real life, right?” Alex points out, grinning at April who glares at him.

“Shut up, Alex. I just meant… commitment.” April replies.

“I can be in a committed relationship if I wanted to!” He announces, and April and Alex stare back at him in utter disbelief “What? I can! I will buy you flowers, wine and dine you, I’ll even not kiss you on the first date.”

He notices a shift in April’s expression, as if she’s considering this, and he smiles at her, finally happy she’s coming to her senses.

“Well-”

“Honestly, it’s a good thing you two don’t date. You’d be the fucking pain in the ass couple.” Alex laughs, getting up from his seat and starting to walk towards the bedroom.

“Um, what the hell does that mean?”

He’s a little surprised when the redhead poses this question, and actually sounds pissed off about it. Well, it took her long enough.

“What?” Alex turns around, confused as to why April sounded defensive all of a sudden.

“I mean, I said I wouldn’t date Jackson because he didn’t want to be in a relationship, not because we’d be bad at relationships. We’d be fricking great at a relationship. I rock at relationships!”

Jackson chuckles slightly, because he knows just how April hates been told she’s bad at something. She’s rarely ever bad at anything, so she’s ready to walk through fire to prove it.

“Yeah, but-” Alex tries, once more, but Jackson is quite sure he’s not going to get a word in again for the rest of this argument. One simply does not offend April Kepner.

“We’re 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.” She smirks, hands on her hips, and Alex is starting to look unsure.

“He gets stubborn when he’s angry, withdrawn when he’s sad, and he smirks a lot when he’s 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 Runs… in red.” She proves all her previous points, and Jackson can’t 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 they’d be in a relationship, “We already know pretty much everything there is to know about one another, and still like each very much. That’s saying something.”

“Exactly!” April nods, furiously, “We would be couple of the year. We would win couple awards!”

“Um, sure.” Jackson replies, a little unsure at her tirade, but still fully ready to back her up. He just… 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 he’d come across.

“Sorry, Kepner, you two aren’t lasting a week.” Alex says, and Jackson can clearly see he’s just doing this to get a rise out of April. Feisty April was an all-around favorite, it seems.

“Not true!” April retorts, puffing her chest out slightly, “and I’m going to prove it to you by dating the heck out of Jackson!”

“Yeah!” Jackson says, until he realizes exactly what she’s said, “Wait what?”

“And it will be the best relationship of his life!” She grins, almost challenging Alex to disagree with him.

“Can we go back to the bit where we date, because-” He tries to intervene, but apparently he has little say in the dealings between them.

“$100 bucks say you don’t last more than 5 dates.”

“Oh you’re on, Karev.”

They shake hands, and Jackson still stands in between them, very confused about what has transpired.

“Jackson, you’ll pick me up at 7, tomorrow evening, and we’re going for a movie and dinner after. I’ll see you then.” April says this, but it’s directed more at Alex’s amused face more than him. She looks at him, after some time, smiles widely, and walks off.

“Um, what just happened?” 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.

“You just got yourself a date with Kepner. Good luck!” 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 didn’t 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!

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japriet · 7 years ago

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This is my first fic ever so bare with me and thanks to my girls for pushing me to finally doing. @astoldbyacertifiedunicorn @japril12 @averysanatomy and Maya. I appreciate y'all.

This is set right after japril got married and Jackson gave her that massive ring which I found out was $50k. -_-

It has been a week since me and and Jackson ran away to Lake Tahoe and got married. A week since I married my best friend, the love of my life, a week since the best day and the most important day of my life.

As I’m sitting on the porch sipping on some red wine with Jackson looking at the stars, enjoying our last day before we have to go back to work tomorrow. Oh how I’m dreading going back to work. I know everyone is going to be looking at us asking and waiting for answers. Jackson and I have talked about how we are going to keep it a secret for now until we are both ready to tell all our friends. I know the residents will have their own theories on what happened between Jackson and I. I have told myself that I won’t care what anyone says. We have also talked about how suspicious it looks for us to come in at work the same day.

I’m dreading seeing Stephanie or Mathew. As much as I am happy to be finally back together with Jackson I really feel bad and regret hurting Mathew and Stephanie they didn’t deserve the humiliation we subjected them to.

“What are are you thinking about” Jackson jolts me out of my thoughts. I hadn’t notice he was standing over me with his hand stroking my head.

“just thinking about the week we’ve had in Lake Tahoe”

I lie becuse I don’t want to tell him about all my fears of going back to work. The thing about marrying your best friend is that he knows when you are lying. I can already tell by the look on his face that he knows I’m lying.

“I don’t know if I believe that” he says with half a smile on his face, “but I won’t bug you if you don’t want to talk about it”.

He grabs my hands and makes me get up from my chair so he can sit and I can sit on his lap. Moments like this make me forget about the past and what we have been through. I’m sitting on his lap with my back on his chest, I can hear him chuckle.

“What” I ask him. “I have a surprise for you” “a surprise for me”

I ask as I am shocked. I really shouldn’t be surprised because Jackson has been surprising me all week we have been together. On the night of our wedding he had moved us from the motel to a 5 start hotel, into a suite with a king sized bed, a jacuzzi, a sitting area and it’s own little kitchen. The room had two bathrooms, two freaking bathrooms……why does a hotel room have two bathrooms?? But Jackson is used to this kind of lifestyle and I will never get used to it but this is what it means to marry into the Avery family. “Yes the surprise is in our bedroom”.

I haven’t walked into our room since we got back from dinner so I have no clue what it could be. He takes my hand and tells me to close my eyes and follow him. I have the biggest smile on my face and the anticipation is killing me. He walks me to our room and tells me to open my eyes and he is on one knee in front of me with the biggest and shiniest ring I have ever seen. I know this ring must have cost a fortune because Jackson loves to spoil me and money is not a problem to him. I almost want to ask him how much it was, so I can scold him if it was a ridiculous amount. Jackson is such a romantic at heart. The room is decorated with rose petals on the bed and on the floor with my favourite flowers almost filling the room. He must have gotten someone to decorate the room while we were gone. He was acting weird when we got back from dinner, asking me if I was going to our room and if I needed anything he would get it, now I know why. At this point my eyes are watering from happiness, me and Jackson have always done things backwards. I know we are already married but him getting down on one knee makes me so emotional because I know he feels bad that I never got the formal engagement and wedding I wanted. I can see in his face that he is so nervous. “April” he says my name in the sweetest way possible and I just melt

“Out of all the places I’ve been, things I’ve seen, things I’ve done; you are easily my greatest inspiration” “I love you so much. I just want to be with you. We will laugh together, we will smile together, we will cry together, we will share our sadness and happiness, when you are with me, every place and everything looks beautiful. I just want to be with you always” he pauses for a second and breathes in “Will you marry me April Kepner” I am crying tears of joy and I can’t even say yes fast enough “Yes” I exclaim He places the ring on my finger and picks me up and kisses me while spinning around. I hold on to him so tight wishing we could stay here forever. “I love you” he whispers “I love you too” I say it back to him

#LOVE THISSSS #YAS ZEE

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