Note: Okay so I only got one review on the first chapter (thank you very much, rentislife) but I decided to keep going anyway. I'm hoping we learn some interesting things about each Bohemian that's also plausible. Please please review and I'll be eternally grateful!


Confession: April didn't kill herself because of the AIDS. I mean, yeah she had it, but that's not why she did it. A month before her suicide, we found out she miscarried. Neither of us had even suspected that she was pregnant. Probably because we were high all the time.

Confession: April's suicide note scared me more than her suicide. Selfish, but true. Her suicide meant she was out of my life forever. The note meant that I'm going to die.

Confession: I was a child prodigy. I graduated high school early, just after my fourteenth birthday. I had a B.A. in Communications by the time I turned seventeen. That's where I met Collins. Took a couple classes with him. He's agreed to keep that our little secret.

Confession: I ended up living in the loft because I was homeless. My parents kicked me out after I got arrested for stealing a car. Luckily, Mr. Johnson didn't press charges.

Confession: The only reason I stole the car was to impress Maureen and show her what a "bad boy" I was. It didn't work. It actually pissed her off.

Confession: Some sick fucked up part of me was relieved when I found out Mimi's got AIDS. Don't get me wrong, I'd never wish it on anyone. But her having AIDS meant it was okay to get close. I won't get her sick. I won't kill her.

Confession: I knew Maureen was bisexual way back in high school. I didn't tell Mark for two reasons. One, I didn't think anyone was that blind. Two, I figured a bisexual girlfriend would be a good thing. I thought he'd get a threesome, not her leaving him for some lawyer.

Confession: I didn't really go to Santa Fe. I got as far as middle of nowhere. I think it was Iowa when April's piece of shit car broke down. I stayed there a couple weeks because I was too embarrassed to call Mark and tell him the truth. So I stayed as long as I could in Iowa. A week and a half. I played my guitar on the corner for three days straight before I'd finally managed to get enough money together for the bus fare home.