Hey, welcome to this random new story!

Okay, so not technically new, this is a branch to April Rhodes Act I. I like to let my friends make guest appearances as their own OCs, just for fun, and I put those parts here for if they end up not fitting into the story or if I haven't put them in yet anyways.

This takes place after where I left off in Act I so I should bring you up to speed. This is a recap in April's POV just in case to fill you all in on what I have yet to post and stuff like that. I have a pile of IMs of dialogue with whatslifereally but no time to turn them into writing so I haven't updated that in forever.

DON'T OWN IT PEOPLE! THANKS FOR THE WISHFUL THINKING!

April's POV

I used to be a different person. I was sober and happy. I had a home, a family. Until all of that changed. I must also add the fact that I'm ageless, and not in the way you'd think. Okay, I better straighten this out for ya.

Here's the story of my life.

I was an orphan. An abandoned child found in cowtown Lima, Ohio. Ever since I was three I knew I could sing. I was a performer right from the beginning. As I grew up, I was moved on from foster home to foster home. I hated it.

When I was six I decided I'd had enough. I left the care of my current "guardians" and struck out on my own. I sang on the streets for money. I entered competitions and won every one. People thought I was going somewhere. The thing was, I was practically uneducated. Sure, I went to school. But I was too dang tired from performing the night before to pay attention during class. I would always conk out by five minutes into class. It was a wonder I even made it to senior year of high school.

After I dropped out of school with my high school sweetheart, I moved to New York City and moved in with a group of fun bohemians. Mark, Roger, Mimi, Maureen, Collins, Angel and Joanne. At some point I got drunk and slept with some idiot doctor who kept reappearing in my life over the years and fathered a set of mixed-race twins I had. Around then I met my formally suicidal, soon-to-be-insane sister, Olive, with her little daughter, Carrie. I moved in with them and Olive's eventual husband, Ned the Pie Maker. After a storm of arguments with the now-insane Olive I moved back to the Bohemians, only to fall in love with the adorably nerdy Mark. After more unnameable events I moved back into an apartment over the Pie Hole with Mark by my side. Soon after that, Olive married Ned, I got pregnant again, and Mark proposed to me.

More arguing (Olive joined a DRUG RING and almost fell in love with a freaking DEALER). I moved to cafe down the street with Lauren, the cafe owner/good friend of mine and almost mother. Olive got arrested, I collapsed. Enter, my son, Anthony, via c-section.

I started to run low on money and my depression set in. I began using drugs for a while, hooking and stripping to earn enough money to get by until Lauren gave me a raise and helped me go clean. Unfortunately I already apparently had gotten myself pregnant YET AGAIN because of my past hooking (I must add here that I had no idea what protection was because, as I said before, during class I was ASLEEP!). To save my own skin, I lied to Mark and pretended that I was surrogate for Lauren so she adopted the baby girl I had.

A little after that I went into a deep state of depression (again) watching Lauren raise my daughter and I started using drugs again. Lauren was furious and for the third time I tried to go sober. Once I was clean again I noticed that over the two times I had gotten pregnant I was getting a bit fat (pie and hot cocoa does that to a person, and on a short person every pound counts). Being that self-concious, all-about-looks person that I am, I stupidly stopped eating… and died.

As you can clearly see, I'M NOT DEAD! You have Ned to thank for that (sort of, I do anyways). I also do not ever age which can be a bit of a problem when you're living in a town where you're put in the paper for turning in the leader of a drug ring (see LOCAL HOOKER BUSTS DRUG RING, it's gotta be lying around somewhere).

A while after being undead I finally got married to Mark and Olive continued trying to ruin my life. Again, I need to add something here. Olive and Ned, though married, are a very off and on couple. Olive at this point had become a bitter, angry, and very pissed off drunk that behaves worse than me after a few boxes of wine and a fistful of horse tranquilizer.

Yup. She's that bad.

Flash forward about two months. I was again pregnant with Mark's kid (yes, I KNOW this makes me look bad, but this time I know who's it is!) and Olive had become so angry and aggressive that she's scared her eldest daughter (she had three kids by now) out of the house and into mine. Carrie and I had always had a very close relationship over the years and had formed a close bond with me. It's always been more of a mother-daughter thing than Olive ever had with her. By New Years it seemed that Ned and Olive had finally seen reason and signed the adoption papers.

Yes I know this sounds really weird, but by the time I was twenty two, I had five kids. One set of twins, a son and daughter, and my niece I adopted. The apartment was crowded. Lauren, Emerson, me, Mark, seven kids and a dog that my mother in law sent to annoy me. Good thing I lived above a cafe full of food so there was plenty for everyone, otherwise I don't know how everything would have gone.

Fun fact about my friends and family: everyone in it either hates me or hates each other. It's a big fat mess of hate. My Olive hates Mary Jo (friend of mine/possible long lost sister), Lauren hates my mom, Mark's mom hates me, me and Emerson have a back and forth routine, I, myself, hate my mom, Mark's mom, and Olive part-time, and Ned is just… there. He's had a few fights with me but we usually get along pretty good, he doesn't really hate Olive, but after the problems they had I wouldn't be surprised if they're separated by now.

Wow… that's a lot of hate.

But even with all of the head-butting and disagreements and all-out brawls in Olive's case, I was happy with my life. I had a comfortable, could-be-larger-but-nice apartment, a "mom" to watch over me (Lauren had, and always will, feel like my mom more than my own ever did), a husband, and a family to call my own.
Then Olive had to ruin it.

I guess she had the right to, she vowed she would right to my face. I ruined her life just as much as she did mine, though I myself didn't mean to. I didn't want to have to bring her to the sad reality that Cameron the drug dealer was a horrible guy and was even sleeping with me (long story, don't ask). I didn't mean to win her daughter over to feeling like I was her mom more than her (all I did was never get angry and love her unconditionally), and it's definitely not my fault she argued with Ned every night! I was on a friendlier basis with him than his own wife! I even slept with him once! (whoops… oh crap… well she cheated with Mark so that makes us even!).

Okay, yeah, it does look like I meant to ruin her life, especially the Cameron and Ned things, but I was drunk, sad, high, and angry with each of those, I couldn't think straight! Anyways, I didn't even know who Cameron WAS! Not really, I just knew he was the guy who raped Olive and sold drugs. I didn't know he was the one that sold to ME and besides, he paid me to sleep with him! That's when I was out hooking for money.

Well that was a mouthful. I bet ya want leave now, but wait! There's more to my story! (yes, I KNOW it's complicated, but that's just my stinking life). Olive had been terrorizing my life on purpose. She seduced with Mark, ruined my wedding reception, got me kicked out of my own apartment, and almost got me arrested for what she was doing (we look exactly identical to the police)!

But still, all of them except one she did just to ruin my life. All I did was win Carrie's love and (I am really, really, sorry I did this actually) sleep with Cameron and Ned. Both I purely was NOT fully aware of the situation. I didn't know that this was THE Cameron and he PAID me to do it. To this day, the thought of Cam the Creeper makes me shudder and want to puke. With Ned we were both too drunk and angry to know, or care, that we were cheating (turns out, as I mentioned above, that Olive seduced Mark into sleeping with her. Ned and I were both mad about it and got together for a brief time).

Ever heard of a more dysfunctional sister relationship? Here's the saddest part: we used to be not only sisters, but best friends. Up until Cameron and drugs for us both, we loved each other. One always told the other EVERYTHING. Well, except maybe a dark secret or two. We saw each other every day, spent tons of time together, and always helped and defended the other.

That's why I gave her that painful reality check. It's because I didn't want to see her get hurt any more than she was. Cam already had, at that point, caused a nervous breakdown, an accidental abortion, a police targeting (where they caught me instead), AND a case of severe memory loss. I didn't want to see anything else like that happen so I brought her back down from her delusions of Cam's love and gave her the hard truth. He hurt her, and he doesn't care. She was grateful for about a week before things went sour. That's when she yelled, "YOU'RE DEAD, APRIL! I'M GOING TO RUIN YOUR LIFE! I PROMISE!" as she was dragged out the door by Emerson Codfish.

Soon after that I went into a deep depression for the third time (hey, Olive has anger problems but that doesn't mean I don't have one too. I get depressed a lot!). I began to sneak out and take new drugs, go out hooking, and stuff like that. With luck like mine, I was sure to get caught… and I did. Soon after I arrived in the Papen County Prison for drug use and prostitution. Apparently it's illegal. When I got to the jail I saw Olive. She was arrested AGAIN for seven D.U.I.s. After a rare sisterly talk with her in jail I snuck Olive out after the guard let me go (long story). I snuck her back to Lauren's and into my room. Olive started popping random pills in the bedroom when I came back with a wine bottle. She TOLD ME OFF! It turns out that Cookie's bipolar pills treat Olive's anger issues. So, we sneak over to the Pie Hole where I saw none other than CHUCK. God I hate her.

Well we end up taking my nephew Nathan and bring him to Lauren's. Olive found an apartment for herself to go clean in when I just HAD to open my big mouth and say that Carrie was mine now.

Traditionally, Olive got pissed and chased me down the road when we came to Carrie. She confessed that the adoption papers weren't real… she faked them. That meant I wasn't her mom and I felt crushed. I gave Carrie up to my sister when she came running after me.

She wanted to stay with me, not Olive. That was why she even signed the papers for Olive, to live with me! So I decided to fight. Go against the laws, just for her.

Because that's how much I love her.