Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine. Even the basic plot isn't mine. It's based of a musical titled "Mary Lou" (only in Israel ;)), with a change of some things to suit the plot and characters better.

A/N: This is an AU (Alternate Universe) story. Some characters are not where they are supposed to be or not how they're supposed to be or not in the place you're used to see them at. You'll see.

Sorry this chapter took so long. I was in a school trip for three days and afterwards, I was just in a lot of emotional stress. Thankies for bearing with me. =D

The Good, the Bad, the Worse

He was the only one remained in the cemetery. No one cared enough to stay and comfort him. He never wanted anyone's comfort. But it was nice to be offered some.

It wasn't only that his dad's funeral just occurred. He thought it couldn't get any worse. But then he was told that since his dad never left a will, all his possessions were to be divided equally between his own flesh and blood, his bitchy wife and her pathetic daughter. Nothing mattered to anyone. No one cared enough to ever try and make it matter.

And she wasn't there.

He felt horrible about even trying to compare the two cases, but he couldn't help it. It was way beyond him.

She disappeared. He needed her most, and she disappeared. He wanted her most, and she disappeared.

But he was still somewhat grateful. He thanked the god he never believed existed for…

"Lane."

She touched his shoulder and he turned his head to find her standing there.

She sat down besides him, just staring at nothing as he did.

"You okay?" She asked, hesitantly.

He forced a faint smile. "I'll live."

She smiled back at him and reached to lightly rub his back. "You always do."

He chuckled, pretending like she made him feel better.

She only made it worse.

"Do you want me to get you something?" She asked and he shook his head. "Do you want to go on a walk, or…?"

"I'm fine." He kept lying.

"Are you sure?" She narrowed her eyes at him with concern.

He nodded. "I just wanna be alone." He said, turning to look into her disappointed eyes.

She nodded as well, in reply, understanding. "Okay." She said, quietly.

He half-smiled gratefully as she stood up. She leaned down to kiss the top of his head.

Then she left.

He buried his head in his hands.

He was alone again. Completely alone.

He came home. He wanted to go to the bookstore, but he knew he'd have to work if he was there, and he was too emotionally drained to bring himself to it. Besides, that place held much more memories of his father. More than his 'home' could ever wish for.

He walked through the oh-too-long corridor, which lead to the living room, convinced that he'd find his step-mom dancing of drunken joy.

But what he saw was even more disturbing. He almost ran into a pile of books that flew out of his room and landed on the floor, next to him.

He walked into his room, only to watch Lily randomly throwing his stuff on the ground.

"What the hell are you doing?" He frowned, trying to keep calm.

"Playing softball." She snorted, rolling her eyes, getting ready to throw another handful of books on the cold tile floor.

He rushed to hold her arm before she did.

"What the hell are you doing?" He repeated, not so calmly.

"She's moving." Came a voice from the entrance to the room. He turned to see Sasha's sly grin starring on the fake show that is her face.

He raised an eyebrow. "Moving?" He asked. "What do you mean 'moving'? She has a room."

Sasha tilted her head, wrapping a strand of her black hair around her thin finger. "Lily's growing up. Her room isn't big enough." She justified herself.

"Her room is bigger than mine." He stated sternly.

She shrugged dismissively. "Oh, well." She sighed. "We'll just break the wall."

He ran his hand through his hair. There was no point of arguing with her, "Why do you keep messing with a territory that isn't yours?" He asked, his voice dotted with the pain that was only increasing.

She tried to muffle a cackle, but found it impossible. "But, you see, it [I]is[/I] my territory." She smirked. "Mommy and daddy are already building their own castle in the sky."

He never cried. Never, in his life. But he was also never closer to doing so.

"Do you have a bench downstairs with my name on it?" He sighed, still trying to keep cool as his inside was storming with rage.

"Upstairs." She nodded. "You can clean the storage room in the attic."

He started laughing. He just laughed.

"You're kidding me." He claimed.

She chuckles. "You wish." She said, before slipping out of the room.

He turned to Lily, his face silently screaming for help. And she helped by throwing a pile of shirts at him.

Being in the attic, it was easy to guess that it hasn't seen light or oxygen for ages.

The dusty air made him cough, forcing him to drop the box he carried upstairs with him.

It was almost impossible to believe all that he went through in the last few weeks. His family wasn't decent, but with his father, it was at least half it.

And then the heart attack… And then Rory… And then he lost them both in the same night.

He rushed to open the sole, small window of the attic room, letting some sunlight and air bless the small space.

Maybe that room wasn't so bad. Maybe with some color, some posters, some… Life, in it, it won't be so bad.

Who was he kidding? It was a secret passage to hell. He was pretty much sure Sasha will spill gasoline on the ground and set the room on fire while he was asleep. Goodlife R' Us.

He sat down on an old, semi-broken couch, waving-off the dust that escaped it as he did.

He took his Cellphone out of his jacket pocket. No unanswered calls, no text messages, no voice messages. No her.

He sighed. He wasn't surprised. She didn't have his Cellphone number. He was dumb enough to only give her his home number. And he was dumb enough to not take hers.

Lily entered his 'new' room, carrying a box of stuff, dropping it as soon as she came it.

"Hey." She greeted, nonchalantly, sitting down next to him on the dusty couch.

He set the phone back in his pocket, not bothering to look at her. "I thought you were busy playing softball." He told, getting up to look out the window.

"Ha." Lily replied, simply, crossing her arms.

"A ridiculous person deserves to be asked ridiculous questions." He sighed, looking out.

She sighed in reply. "Look, you think I wanted this?" She asked in mild despair.

"Of course not." He half-smirked to himself. "No one wants to have their step-brother move out. Especially if it means getting a bigger room."

She rolled her eyes. "It's not me, you know." She said. "It was mom's idea."

"I know." He said in reply. He knew. Lily wasn't bright enough to come up with such a stale idea.

"So stop acting like it's my fault." She continued.

He turned to her. "As long as you agreed, it is your fault."

He started pacing across the room as she silently watched him.

"Mom said that a girl called to look for you." She said.

And he froze. A girl. Called. To look for him.

"Girls never call the house to look for you." She continued, matter-of-factly. "Did you get anyone pregnant and gave her nothing but your name?" She asked.

He felt like hitting her with hammer. But he had no hammer. He sighed. If only he had a hammer. "What did she want?" He asked impatiently.

"I don't know." She pondered. "Something about… Telling you she's over you and that she found someone else." She nodded. That was what her mom told her to say.

He frowned. "You're making that up." He said. Not asked, said. He wished she was.

"Nope." She replied. She had no idea, really.

He buried his head in his hands. He was losing her. Completely.

"Get out." He said, silently. Lily didn't move.

He looked up at her, his eyes stained with pain. "Get out." He repeated, harshly.

She sighed and got up, walking away without saying a word.

He wanted to collapse. He wanted nothing more than to join his parents in their 'castle in the sky'.

Actually, he wanted nothing more. He wanted her. But that was one more thing to scratch off his list.

One more thing to get him down. One more thing to believe there was nothing for you.

Just one more thing.