It was one in the morning. Lacey was wide awake, staring at the bunch of glow in the dark stars she had placed above her bed (after yet another argument with Electra, who thought they were tacky.)

She had placed them as the southern cross, so she could she those stars even when she lived in the UK. She loved England, and found New Zealand very boring (that was why they decided to stay in the UK in the first place) but she missed some things like crazy sometimes. They still had family in New Zealand, but they had never been very close, only sending over terrible presents every Christmas, which used to be a great joke in the family. Now Lacey just felt grateful she had any relatives at all. Hardly any of the others did.

Both Lacey's parent's had had terrible childhoods. That was why they were both such amazing parents. They had promised that no child of theirs would ever go through what they went through. And yet She and Seren still ended up in care. And her parents were dead. Sometimes Lacey had dreams that she had her old life again. They were so realistic that every time she woke up it was like losing her parents all over again. She started to cry silently, tears rolling down her cheeks. She then remembered Electra sleeping beside her. Lacey tried to calm herself, but it just made her wish she had her parents to run to.

She grabbed her iPod, and snuck into the bathroom, and put on Let the rain by Sara Bareilles. When her only problems were her lack of friends, she used to play this song on repeat. It was one of those songs that she felt was made for her. It didn't mention losing parents in the lyrics, but she listened, and remembered, and let herself cry as loudly as possible without anyone hearing her. Suddenly she heard footsteps. Oh no what to I do what if it's Mike I really don't want him right now! Or what if it's Seren I don't want to upset her too! Lacey stuffed her iPod and clunky retro headphones behind the sink, sat up, and grabbed a glass. I'll pretend I was just getting some water.

"Who's there?" Liam walked into the girl's bathroom, and switched the flick. There was Lacey. She was shaking, her mascara (which she never bothered to take off before she went to sleep) was all over her face, and her hair was in two pigtails which were falling apart.

"I-I was j-just getting a drink." She said. Her voice was croaky and as quite as when he first met her.

"Like hell you were. Sit down." She obliged, still shaking.

"What's wrong Lacey?" With that she burst into tears. "I-I-I'll be ffine tomorrow, I juuust miss theem..." She gasped it out. Liam sat down next to her, and awkwardly put his arm around her.

"I havennn't g-got an-nything wr-rong with m-me, I-I j-just n-need to grieve for a little bit sometiiimes." She wrapped her arms around her knees and hugged herself tight.

"Okay." Without thinking about it, Liam kissed the top of Lacey's head. Usually Lacey would have noticed more, but Lacey was too upset to bother to think anything more of it. Exhausted, she rested her head on Liam's shoulder, and fell asleep.

Liam looked down on her, and realized she was sleeping. Strangely enough, she looked much prettier than usual. He then noticed the headphones tucked behind the sink. He pulled them out, and had a look at the different songs on Lacey's iPod. She had a strange collection. Either Liam had heard of the Artist and they specialized in sad songs, or they were musicians he had never heard of. He put down the iPod, rested Lacey on the floor, then went and got Mike to help him take Lacey back to her bed.