Sixteen year old Lily Roe Scott was too much like her brother in that age, at least in his opinion. The girl with the ever-long blonde hair, and intoxicating smile was deeply torn, having recently lost a parent and left her home to come live with her older brother. She hadn't really been left with much of a choice, although Andy had practically raised her as his own, he wasn't a very stable person, and he traveled a lot. So her legal guardian was now her big brother, which was rather messed up according to Lily. More messed up than that, however, was Lily that Friday night, sitting outside a house somewhere in Tree Hill. She was lost, had lost Jamie, her only friend in this place, and probably anywhere. And she was drunk, way too drunk for a sixteen year old. The kind of drunkenness that made you see double, and wonder about things you shouldn't even be thinking about.

She had called Luke a while ago, but since she had no idea where she was, it would probably take a while before he found her, which left her alone with her scary mind. She wondered about her father, her real father, Keith Scott. She wondered what her life would've been life if he hadn't died months before she was born. Perhaps her mother still wouldn't be alive, but she would've gotten to know both her parents, and still have one of them around. Maybe, if Keith hadn't been murdered, she wouldn't be as messed up as she was right now, because she had a dad who could explain somehow, why her mother wasn't around anymore. But he wasn't, and there was no one who could explain to the sixteen year old orphan that things were going to be fine, someday.

Lucas was angry, at first not looking at her as she made her way into the car, but later screaming at her, wondering what the hell she was thinking. It wasn't the Luke she remembered, the brother she knew so well. The one who had always understood her. He was trying to be someone else, not the guy who had been just like her, the crazy, torn guy who had gotten a tattoo in his drunkenness. "I need my brother," she mumbled, interrupting his yelling. Just like that, he was quiet. Probably thinking about who was right, how he was supposed to answer to that. "You need a parent," he said, quietly, knowing that whatever he said would be the wrong thing to say. He didn't have any parents left either, but it was worse for her, who hadn't found herself yet. "Yeah, well I don't have those, and you don't qualify, big brother." The rest of the car ride was quiet, too quiet. She had only lived with Luke, Peyton and Sawyer for a couple of months, but she had always been close with her brother. Now, however, things were difficult, everything was.

They didn't speak more that night, lying down on her bed, Lily's eyes filled with tears, perhaps for stupid reasons, but maybe also for understandable ones. Pulling her phone out of her pocket she began texting the only person who seemed to understand her now a days. "Rivercourt?" It was weird how they were related, she and Jamie, she didn't have words for it, but just like her own brother also was her cousin, Nathan was her cousin, and Jamie was Nathan's son. Lily was the odd one, the one born in the wrong generation, the one who was oddly related to everyone. Luke was usually the best brother anyone could imagine, and his daughter Sawyer had always been like a sister to Lily. Nathan was her cousin, and there wasn't really anything weird about that, except for Jamie. Because of the fact that they were born on the same day, and because they had always been close, he should be like a brother to her. He wasn't though, he was her best friend. Maybe even more than that. The girl had no idea what to make of that. But the odd joy and safety she felt as he answered her text with a simple 'Sure', wasn't something she even dared thinking too deeply of, because she suspected it was something that might hurt the already broken girl even more.

Sneaking out for the second time that night, the drunk girl barely realized that she was sneaking out. Going to the rivercourt to meet up with Jamie had become the most natural thing for her, over the last couple of months, and as she saw him there, already shooting hoops, she felt at home. The boy was very tall for his age, not much like Lily who was barely 5'6". "Hello Miss Roe," the boy said, smiling at her, but quickly changing his facial expression as he saw hers. she had been crying, again. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, as he pulled her into a tight hug. He knew what was wrong, that was an easy one, the same thing that always was wrong. Her mother had died, and Luke was acting all weird. She would always say the same things, and for once, she simply shook her head and kept quiet about it. The truth was that she was pretty sure that whatever she said would come out totally wrong, and for that, she blamed the alcohol. "Thanks," she mumbled quietly, crying into his t-shirt, not letting go of him. Times like this, she was more than thankful for having Jamie around and not living on the other side of the world, like she had used to. "For what, getting you drunk?" he asked her, in an attempt to lighten up her mood. "No, that's my fault," she said, finally letting go of him and taking the basketball from his hands so that she wouldn't get stuck looking at him. Shooting for the basket, she missed, for the first time in years, she missed. But on the other hand, she hadn't played basketball drunk before, and it had been a long time since she had played sober too.

"Uncle Lucas is going to wonder where you are if you don't get back soon," Jamie said, truthfully so, but it made her feel bad again, like so many other things did. Her brother was only trying to take care of her, but he didn't seem to realize that she didn't need that. "Please don't call him that, it sounds so old. I feel old," she sighed, passing him the ball. "Oh please, we were born on the same day," he answered, flashing her that incredible smile of his. His statement made her feel better, their birthday was one of the many things they had in common. But there were things that separated them too, like the fact that he had actually liked Dan Scott, the man who had killed her father. The man who, thankfully, wasn't alive anymore, but whom she truly loathed. They didn't talk about that kind of stuff, simply because they didn't want to argue. They never did, which was one of the other things she liked about him. It was a security, she would always have Jamie to rely on, when she fought with others. "Follow me home?" she asked, understanding Jamie had been right about Luke, he was going to worry, and he was going to get even angrier. "Of course," the boy stated, and as they started walking she took his hand and simply lived. It was odd how a great day could turn into a horrible one, and then back to a great one, so quickly. And she knew that whatever she was feeling, he had to be feeling too, even under these odd circumstances.

As she went to bed for the second time that night, Lily thought of Jamie, and how he always took care of her. And all of the sudden, something that usually made her so happy, was yet another reason for her to be miserable. Above all the horrible things that had happened to her, she was falling for her best friend. Only that was an impossible situation, but to bring in all of the seriously strange family-bonds made it all seem even more impossible. Even if there was a slight chance that he might feel something for her too, it would never work out. And that was the way Lily Roe Scott was. She was the girl who never got what she wanted, even if it was such a common thing as having parents at sixteen.