Hi everyone first story with Olive! I love Kristin Chenoweth and Pushing Daisies, must I say more? This story is more about Olive and Ned and if I owned pushing daisies this is how I would want it to be. Hahaha well let's get started.

DISCLAMER: I DON'T OWN PUSHING DAISIES OR ANY OF ITS CHARATERS AND THE SAME WITH RENT SO PLEASE RICH WRITERS AND HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE DON'T SUE ME! I DON'T HAVE THE MONEY FOR THAT!

Three year, three weeks, four days, nine hours, six minutes and twenty one seconds after Olive Snook fired from her job as a horse jockey.

Olive walked into work with her skimpy outfit on. "April this is all your fault" Olive whispered to herself as she walked into the Cat Scratch Club.

"Hey Olive!" Mimi smiled as she walked into the flashing lights of the club."Hey Mimi," She gave her a weak smile. Olive walk into the back room to hang up her coat.

"Olive what's wrong with you?" she placed her hand on Olive's shoulder and spun her around so she faced her.

"Mimi I'm fine, don't worry about silly old me."

"Alright Olive if you say so, but if you need anything."

"Mimi all I'm going to say is… that I am sick of this life I have right now." Mimi looks at Olive. Her face showed her concern. Before she could say anymore Olive walked into the club and did her job.

--6 hours later—

Olive grabbed her coat and left the club as soon as she could she was sick of being in there all the lights and music. She bought a bottle of wine with the little money she had and walked over to the biggest bridge she could find. Olive sat and dangled her petite feet over the side of the bridge. She felt the soft moss rub against her legs. She quickly opened my wine and drank it down fast. She looked over again wonder thinking of Mimi and April.

"April is the one that got me in this mess. I had nothing to live for, no one loved me. Even my own sister April didn't like me." Olive thought to herself. She stood up and looked down at the valley below.

"Hey can I join you?" She turned around to see a tall browned haired man standing behind her.

"Uhh…sure," Olive sit back down as the man sat next to her. "Rough day?" he asked looking over into the valley.

"More like a rough year." She said in a drunken slurred.

"Ha! I bet anything that happened to you is not worse than anything that happened to me." He replied also a little drunk himself.

"Well I got all day." She smiled weakly at the man.

"So do I. By the way, names Ned."

"Olive."