Lacey got into work late that next morning. She was already far behind on new batches of treats. She had woken up late with a massive headache. All the drinks the previous night had given her a hangover, which she wasn't too proud of.

When she finally showed up, Chris gave her the biggest glare. He looked pissed off. "Where were you last night?" He mumbled, placing stock onto the shelves behind the counter.

"I went out. Why?" Lacey grabbed a chocolate chip cookie from under the counter. She hadn't had time to grab breakfast yet. Her stomach ached from being so empty.

"I went around yours last night. Your dad said you went to some party? Who's party?" It felt as if he was interrogating her for having a life.

"Oh Tweedle-dee and Tweedledum invited me." Lacey shrugged, biting into the cookie. She prayed he wouldn't make a big deal of it. Her head couldn't take an argument.

"And you actually went?" Chris stood up straight, making direct eye contact with her.

"Well yeah, why?" She didn't see a problem with it. They weren't total creeps. Lacey had actually enjoyed herself last night. Lee made her feel like a celebrity. She hoped to see more of him.

Chris let out a loud sigh. "Because they're bad people, Lacey, you shouldn't get involved. I thought you hated them, anyway."

"Well, I guess I made a judgement a little too quickly, maybe? I don't know, but they've actually been helping out-"

"No Lacey, they are the reason this shop is going down the drain and you're just making it easier for them." Chris shook his head, getting back to work.

"What's the supposed to mean?"

Chris took a deep breath in, stopping what he was doing. "You're late, aren't you? May seem subtle, but that's how they get you. I care about this shop Lacey, I care about you."

Lacey stood there for a moment. A part of her felt as if he was being dramatic, but was he right? Chris looked extremely annoyed. Maybe he was right. It was their fault they weren't doing well. She was stupid for even trying to be friends with them. They were obviously trying to be her friend, to take her down from the inside. They told her they were looking for more space, maybe another building. Her stomach turned again.

For the next few days, Lacey did her best to avoid them. She ignored them every time she encountered one of them. She still wasn't sure of what to make of them, but something, something about them, wasn't right. Something was off. She could feel it in her gut.

The twins had obviously got confused. Why hadn't she said hello or even politely smiled back at them? Fred decided to go around and see if everything was alright.

As soon as Lacey saw him walking over the road, she felt her stomach drop. She tried to make it seem like she was busy.

"Hey, Lacey I-"

"What can I get for you, sir?" Lacey asked, not able to meet his gaze. She thought it would be best to keep contact at a minimum.

"Oh, don't you have a clue which twin I am now?" Fred laughed, trying to ease the weird tension.

She ignored him. "Do you want anything or?"

"Oh, I- um, I came here to see if you wanted to come over later." Fred suddenly felt nervous. He definitely felt unwanted. "I thought you'd like the new product we have we-"

"Well, you thought wrong," Lacey cut him off. "We aren't friends, Weasley." It was just business to her now. There was no need to be friendly.

The smile from Fed's face dropped. "I'm confused because I thought you had a good time the other night." He didn't understand what he had done wrong.

"Well, look at you getting it wrong again, just keep to your patch."

"Wow Lace you-"

"Don't call me that. You either buy something or leave." Lacey felt her blood boil. She just couldn't stand him.

"Right." Fred nodded and left. It hurt him. Fred bit the inside of his cheek, trying to rack his brain on what he or George might have done to offend her. He knew they had got off on the wrong foot, but he thought they'd make great friends. She was so hot and cold, he wouldn't be surprised if it turned out she was bipolar.

"So is she coming?" George asked as Fred walked through the door.

"No," Fred sighed. "She wants us to keep to our patch." He used his two forefingers and middle fingers to make quotation marks.

"Don't understand why you're trying to be her friend, she's bloody awful." Ron looked across the road, keeping an eye on the sweet shop. It was like he was scared she could hear him.

"Yeah, didn't she hit you?" Hermione added.

"Well yeah, but you can't say I didn't deserve it."

George walked up behind Fred, smacking him around the head. "Hey! What was that for?" Fred groaned, rubbing his head.

"You ate my breakfast this morning, you deserved it." George grinned.

"I just feel bad for her, that's all," Fred sighed. "From what I've noticed, she has a lot of pressure to do well. I couldn't run this without George."

"Maybe if she smiled more and was a little nicer, she might actually get customers." Ron leaned against the counter, opening a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.

"Ha, you try telling her that." George laughed.