Meanwhile, Lily sat in a bar a few streets down from Rufus's apartment. She couldn't face going home to an empty house. Bart was away on business, as usual. Serena and Eric were off gallivanting around New York with their friends. They didn't need her anymore. That's what killed her inside. No one needed her anymore. She had gone to see Rufus because she missed having him in her life. She hated to live without him. She'd done it for over twenty years, and honestly, it sucked. Lily just wanted to be friends with him. That was all she was searching for: an honest to god friendship. She missed calling him when she was having a Lily crisis. She had known that when she had gone to meet him and he didn't contact her after that, he had wanted some space. She had gotten his hopes up and then crushed them, but he didn't understand that she was hurt too. She was deeply hurt by her actions. But what else could she do? Could she deny Serena her happiness? Years ago, her own mother had ruined her chance at happiness. How could she do that to Serena when she knew had badly it hurt? She cared about Rufus. As the days, which dragged into weeks, went on she found herself regretting her decision to let Rufus go once again. She had desperately hoped he would come after her, but he hadn't. The truth was no one knew her better than Rufus knew her. He saw right through her exterior. Something that was very refreshing. She liked to pretend she was different than she had been twenty years ago, but as much as she hated to admit it, she really wasn't. And Rufus knew that. That's what she found refreshing. After all these years of pretending she had changed, Rufus had called her out on it and made her realize she was the same. Older and a little more judgmental of the world, but she was still the same wild child she had been in her younger years. She was only herself when she was with Rufus though. With Rufus, there was no pretending. She was who she was and he accepted every bit of her. Now what was she supposed to do? Cleary he had moved on, when she hadn't. She acted as if she had with Bart. But she really hadn't gotten over Rufus yet. She craved him, as if he was a drug. Only the feeling when she was with him gave her a much better high than any drug she'd ever tried. She hated the feeling of jealously. She felt it with Allison and now she was jealous of Bex. And the thing that ate away at her was that she'd introduced them, kind of. Bex had been purchasing a painting for her. This whole thing just made Lily feel sick to her stomach. She wanted nothing more than to just forget about everything…which gave her the perfect motivation for order one shot after another.
Rufus had remembered Bex mentioning that her favorite movie was the notebook. Weeks ago he had happened to stumble upon a newspaper ad in the paper announcing that the local movie theatre would be showing the notebook. With that in mind, he had decided it would be perfect for a date night with Bex. So here they sat in the movie theatre. Bex had been very pleased to find out this is what he was doing, she had expressed it many times. He was glad he'd found the perfect thing to do with Bex, but as the movie went on he found himself regretting his decision. The movie was great, even if it was extremely girly. However, the fact that it was about a low-class boy falling in love with a high society gal, made him think of his relationship with Lily. And the fact that they had been torn apart by the girl, Ali's mother, made him cringe at the similarities between their great love affairs. It was making his heart ache a little bit. And it kept bringing his mind to the last encounter he'd had with Lily. It made him feel guilty that he hadn't gone after her, but he didn't feel like making her his priority when she only made him an option. It was more than likely that Bart was away on business and her kids were out and she wanted someone to keep her company. He looked over at Bex and saw the tears in her eyes at the couple falling a part and it made him laugh at her, to which she gave him a playful slap as the tears ran down her face. He smiled at her and decided he liked her a lot. She wasn't Lily, but that ship had sailed. He could certainly see himself with someone like Lily.