A/N: I own no-one, nada, nothing except for the people I've give birth to in the depths of my crazed mind.

As much as I hate to say this, I find myself completely in love with music. I hate to say it, I hate to think it, I hate to know it. Why? Because that proves I'm my mother's daughter and sometimes I wish I wasn't. There are nights when I have to literally keep myself away from the T.V because I'm terrified I'll see one or both of my parents on the screen. My whole life I've been dragged to a ridiculous amount of basketball games, concerts, awards ceremonies, tours and other events that have marked their place in my eccentric childhood. I've grown up in the spotlight and it's not like anyone asked, "Jamie do you want to come on tour with us? Do you want to spend another night at another basketball game? " I'm fairly sure that there are hordes of people who'd call me crazy but I think I deserve the chance to plead my case.

I am the youngest daughter of the so called Hollywood super Couple. Yes that's right, go ahead, stare, look for the resemblance, I am in fact Nathan and Haley Scott's problem child. Not that they've ever called me that to my face, because that title was taken long ago by my sister Cecilia. Ah, Cissy; the rebellious golden child everyone can't help but fall in love with. Why do I even bother? I'm always overshadowed by her anyway. They all look at me as the little girl, Squirt. I never asked to be Squirt, I never wanted to be Squirt, in fact I never asked for any of this but surprise, surprise everything I got came in spades. I can't get away from any of it. There's no peace, there's no calm, there's always someone in the house I don't know and even the people I love most in the world are part of the life I desperately want to escape.

My Uncle Lucas is a writer; My Aunt Brooke is Joan Rivers, 50 years ago without the botched plastic surgeries a.k.a. a celebrity stylist. Peyton and Jake, two more people that inflict my life with more madness than I need, have always been around. Peyton runs an ant and music magazine while Jake is the owner of an above-ground Independent Record Company. These people have been in my life before I even had one. They all probably know me better than I know myself. They've changed my diapers, read me bedtime stories, taken care of me when my parents couldn't and watched me grow up. My parents have done the same for them. I love them all to death but it seems like there's no way out sometimes…except for Tree Hill.

My Grandma Karen (she's my Uncle Lucas' mom but that's another story) used to say "There's only One Tree Hill", she was right. That small quiet, picturesque town that my parent's and their friends grew up in seems to be the only place my soul feels at peace. There's a bit of irony to that because from what I've heard, back in my parent's day; Tree Hill seemed to be encircled with drama. We only go back once or twice a year or so and that's only to visit my Grandparents. Everyone I know wanted to get out of Tree Hill as fast as they possibly could but when I'm there, I never want to leave. I feel like there's always one perfect moment I can replay in head when I'm not and see in front of me when I am. It always happens the same way. When I'm at the basketball court by the river and the sun is just about to set and all I can see is an endless trail of orange sky casting a glow over the court. To me, that is the only perfection anyone should ever try to look for.

Right now, I'm at one of my mother's concert rehearsals. I've got my iPod on full blast, trying to drown out everything that's going on around me. I know that sounds horrible but it's true. I've been on tour with her for about a week and I feel like I'm losing my mind. I'm tired, I constantly have jet lag, when my mother's under stress, she turns into psycho bitch and I can already see her mutating. I have a feeling tonight is going to be one of those better shows, there are a bunch of other artists here too so at least I won't be hearing the same songs over and over again. I love my mother's music but if I hear "Let Me Fall" one more time, I'll be forced to strangle myself with the cord my earphones are dangling on. I'm sitting up in the balcony. It's almost, ghostly silent and the only thing I can hear is my own personal soundtrack. I can see my mother finishing up down below, she passes someone as she exits the stage. Is it just me or did it look like my mother and this person were looking at eachother? God I think I'm losing my head.

Oh my God, I know that guy, that's Chris Keller. Now this is odd, my mother and Chris Keller on the same stage. I think it's fuckin' awesome. Nothing like this ever happens, I'd never tell anyone this but I'm a closet Chris Keller fan. I can't tell anyone because my dad hates him, Brooke thinks he's the jerk to end all jerks and my mother has forbidden all things Chris Keller in our house for some unknown reason. I take out my earphones and watch this stranger intently. He seems cocky, sure of himself, kind of like my dad but he'd kill me if I said that out loud. The band starts to play; I know the song right away. It's a Jeff Buckley cover that he did a couple of years ago.

Eternal life is now on my trail
Got my red glitter coffin, man, just need one last nail
While all these ugly gentlemen play out their foolish games
There's a flaming red horizon that screams our names
And as your fantasies are broken in two
Did you really think this bloody road
Would pave the way for you?
You better turn around
And blow your kiss hello to life eternal, angel

I began to sing along, having more fun in those few minutes than I've had all week with my mom. I saw someone coming towards me. A Roadie, maybe? Not like I really care. As long as he doesn't bother me, I'm fine. Oh God, he's sitting right next to me. Go Away! I don't want to talk to you. I'm trying to glare at him, why won't he leave?

"Your mom was really good", he tells me. Great just what I need, another one of my mother's adoring fans. I'm trying to ignore him but he goes on. I'm not really listening. All I'm hearing is the music, or at least that's what I'm trying to hear but I can't with this idiot rambling on. I turn and look at him, all ready to lay into him but when I actually take a really good look at him, I can't. He has the most gorgeous green eyes. They're like this muddy jade color. He's got mocha colored skin, dark curly hair and he's wearing jeans, a black tee and a pair of Chuck Taylor's. By the time I realize I'm staring, he gives me an amused look, sticks out his arm and says

"Hi, I'm Josh Keller."