Sorry for the long wait. I tried to make this chapter a little longer to make up for it. Yay?

Not too long after that April and Mark found themselves home alone. The former lopped around on the couch while the latter tried to find something to eat that suited his fancy. April sighed as Mark opened the fridge once again, and Mark looked up from his search questioningly.

"What's wrong?" he asked, pulling me a little further from his body as sweat trickled from the nape of his neck down his back in the summer heat.

"How are you not dying with that scarf on? It must be a million degrees outside," April groaned.

"I'm not taking it off," Mark said with a little laugh, "We've been over this. So what's really on your mind?"

"School."

"Oh." I could feel Mark tense up beneath me.

"It's just so weird to think that after all this time I'll be going back," she mused, "I never thought I'd step foot in a school again."

This peaked Mark's interest as well as mine. "You know we've been living together for a while now. And I can't speak for Lou or Collins, but I still have no idea why you're here." It felt as though he was speaking for both of us.

With a chuckle, April began her story. "I'm from Baltimore, you know."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, it is…" She trailed off, and Mark and I eagerly awaited the rest of the tale. But it never came. "Hey, Mark, do you want to go school shopping?"

Although we were both curious about April, Mark knew better than to pry. "We don't have any money."

"We could just try on a bunch of clothes. Completely bug all of the employees and make fools of ourselves!" April exclaimed, jumping up from the couch.

"I don't know…"

"It'll be fun, I promise."

With a single sigh I knew what Mark's answer was before he said it. "Oh alright."

And with that they were off, April dragging Mark by the arm out of the loft and down the street. She didn't let go as they traveled block after block, April shooting down each store Mark suggested they go in. Finally, she stopped.

"The department store?"

"I've always wanted to go in but never have. Don't be such a wuss!"

Once again April grabbed Mark's arm and led him into the store. April immediately jumped into action, piling Mark's arms tall with all sorts of clothing.

"I'm not wearing that," Mark said, crinkling his nose as April put a silky dress in his hand.

She laughed. "No, that's for me."

"I have to carry your stuff too?" he whined.

April didn't respond, though. Rather, she just rolled her eyes, piled on a few more dresses, and pushed Mark to the dressing rooms. Finding the biggest one, she locked the door behind them.

"Aren't you going to get out?" Mark asked.

"Ugh you're such a wuss!" April playfully mocked, exiting. "I'll be in the one right next to you."

Mark surveyed his choices before finally deciding on acid wash jeans and a pastel button up. Playfully rolling up the sleeves and popping the collar he called out to April, "Okay, I'm ready."

"Me too!" She said, excitement quite evident in her voice. "Let me see."

They both exited their dressing rooms at the same time and burst out laughing. April had on a tiny lime green skirt with purple leggings underneath. A yellow top that barely covered her boobs completed the outfit.

"You look so stupid!" Mark said between laughter.

"Did you see yourself?" April replied, tears tugging at her eyes. "Come on, put on something else. I told you this would be fun!"

Several ridiculous outfits later they finally were kicked out of the store. They left, arm in arm, in a fit of giggles.

"I thought those parachute pants looked rather dashing," Mark joked.

"They wouldn't have been so bad if they weren't platinum," April said, her laughter finally subsiding. "I had a really nice time today."

Mark smiled. "Me too."

April clutched tighter to his arm, as though frightened by the reaction he would have to her next statement. "I think we should be best friends."

Mark stopped walking suddenly. Although it had been so long since they'd seen each other, since Roger had been conscious, I knew Mark was still loyal to his first true friend.

"Look, Mark, I'm sorry. Just forget I brought it up, okay?"

"Roger is my best friend," Mark said finally, "But…there's no reason why I can't have two best friends, right?" A large grin split April's face and I nearly flew off in the breeze I was so happy. "There is one condition, though," he continued.

"What's that?"

"You have to let me get those parachute pants."