A/N: I decided to go ahead and post chapter 2 since I have it completed:)

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC.

Friday Night Bites/Family Ties

The next couple of weeks were really boring. I had nothing to do except do homework and watch the rest of the school get "pumped up" for the homecoming football game or something like that. Blah. Sports. The one thing I'm not an expert at.

Today I've decided to bake 8 dozen giant chocolate chip cookies and bring them around to all the people I can stand in Mystic Falls. Which is a total of one person. Elena's gonna get a big surprise tonight. Mwahaha. Her house will be overrun by so many cookies she won't know what to do with them all.

Finishing them up, I package them all into my best Tupperware and let Mom know where I'm going. "If I'm not back in exactly 30 minutes, I've finally keeled over from my stage 4 brain cancer," I shout.

"Sure thing, sweetie," she replies.

One of these days she is going to take me seriously. One of these days they'll find out I only have 2 weeks to live and then they'll regret not listening to me sooner. Hmph.

I struggle to walk the few blocks to Elena's house with 8 containers piled high in my arms, but I finally make it. I stand there for a few minutes, contemplating how I'll knock on the door with my arms full, before deciding to use my head.

Bang. Ow. Bang. Ow. Bang. Ow.

Gee whiz, that hurt more than I thought. The door opened to reveal…

"Stefan! My man!"

"Your man?"

"Well, Elena's man. But that's beside the point. I come bearing gifts!" I hold up the containers of cookies to emphasize that they are the gifts I speak of.

"Here, let me help you," he says, taking half of them.

"Stefan, who's at the door?" I hear Elena call from inside the house.

"It's MEEE!" I squawk out.

Elena appears around the boxes. "Whoa, what's all this, Lacey?" She reaches her hands out and I give her a few containers.

"I just felt like baking and then I thought, what will cause the most confusion and burden upon the world from this? And that would be unloading all of them on one sole, unsuspecting victim. You! Oh, hey Bonnie!"

Bonnie walks up smiling and takes the last container. "Hey, Lacey. It's been a while since I've seen you around here. How've you been?"

I beam back. "I've been positively peachy. Well, since I've thoroughly completed my evil task for the evening, I'll be leaving now," I say, slowly backing away. "You've been hit by the smoothest criminal on the East Coast."

I give a salute before turning around and opening the door to leave and abruptly stopping in the face of Caroline and the most handsome guy I have ever seen.

"Caroline! Random handsome dude. Nice to see ya. Excuse me."

Caroline steps aside, but randsome dude stays firmly planted in front of me, looking down at me with a smirk. "Uhm. I'm just trying to… can you just…" I glare at him. "You asked for it, mister." I put my hands out, fully prepared to shove him back, but he steps aside just before my hands can touch him and I go flying down the steps.

"Lacey!" Elena cries, shoving the cookie containers onto Stefan's pile and lunging after me. "Damon, what did you do that for," she scolds, helping me up from where I've landed in a pile of limbs and holding me back from attacking the dark-haired dummy that I now know is named Damon.

"Oh, you better be glad there are so many witnesses or you'd have another thing coming," I huff out before turning on my heels and stomping all the way back home.

What an annoying person. I can't believe such a monster actually exists, and with such a pretty face, too. Making me fall down stairs. Tall, dark, and handsome is officially on my hit list.

XX

I spent the next several days plotting revenge schemes. It's doubtful that I would actually follow through with any of them, but it makes me feel better to imagine them working out, so I don't hesitate to indulge myself.

I guess it's also a good thing that I've been holed up in my room with my revenge notebooks because there's been an animal attack at the school now, too. When I heard that Mr. Tanner with no manners was killed, I had to put on my best fake sympathy look, but inside I was celebrating. That man has had it coming since he told my parents I needed psychological help one month into high school. I'm just glad I didn't have to do the job myself.

Flipping back to the first few pages of my revenge book titled, "No Manners Tanner," I sigh regretfully and begin tearing them out. I'm a bit bummed that I never got to put soy sauce in his coffee. Oh well.

Now, stupid Mystic Falls is all excited about the annual Founder's Party. I swear, this town and its parties. I hate them. My family isn't a founding family, but my parents are the hospital's two star doctors, so they're expected to contribute to all the fundraising efforts, make appearances at town benefits, exclusive parties, and all that jazz.

Unfortunately for Mayor Lockwood and his wife, that means I get dragged along. I'm sure they would rather I simply did not exist, but since they need my parents' support so much, they've just got to deal with whatever I bring to the table. Basically, I get a free pass to do whatever I want. This year, I finally hope to accomplish the big impromptu musical number that puts even High School Musical to shame.

"Lacey, are you dressed yet," Mom calls from the front door. "We need to leave in 5 minutes, we're already late. I'm going to start the car."

"I'll be right there," I shout back. Oh yeah. This town won't know what hit them. I put on the obligatory fancy-schmancy gown but jazzed up the ensemble with mismatched polka dot knee-high socks.

Running down the stairs, I almost bump into my dad, who looks just about as thrilled as a blobfish to be all dressed up in a suit and tie and headed to the party.

"Remind me again why I don't just take on an extra shift instead of going to these things," he grumbled.

"Because," I explain while putting on my neon pink Converses, "it's your-"

"-duty to the town and the founding families' way of honoring our family's contributions," he finishes in unison with me, rolling his eyes. "If they wanted to honor us, they could just drop off a cake or something once in a while instead of 'allowing us to be invited' to all the prestigious events."

"Yeah," I agree. "But Mom likes talking to everyone and socializing. We just have to sit in the corner. Well, you can. I plan on wreaking as much havoc as possible" I give my most innocent, angelic smile and pop up. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," he sighs.

The Lockwood Estate is all decorated and filled with tons of people whom I have never seen in my entire life, and this is supposed to be a small town. Then again, I don't always pay attention to my surroundings. By the time we got there, it was nearly dark already, so I figured it was time to start snooping around and looking for willing participants for my musical number plan.

"Lacey!"

Hmmm. That was odd. It sounded like someone called my name. Eh. I keep walking around the house, silently making fun of all the hoity-toity founding family parents. I spy with my little eye… Tyler Lockwood sneaking Vicki out to the yard where nobody is. What a loser. I may not like Vicki, but it's obvious she's trying her best for him. I wonder if Jeremy is here…

"LACEY!" A hand lands on my shoulder and I jump two feet into the air, turning around incredulously.

"Didn't you hear us calling your name?" Elena asks, Stefan beside her looking shifty.

"Huh. I guess it wasn't all in my head after all. Hehe," I laugh before putting on a serious expression. "That happens sometimes."

Stefan shakes his head and smiles. "I didn't know you were coming tonight. Do you have a date?"

"Do I have a date? Do I have a DATE? To whom do you think you are speaking, Steffie?" I look around, yanking a random guy walking past me by his arm. "Here is my date."

The man looked between me and Stefan, bewildered.

"Oh yeah," Stefan asked, smugly. "If he's your date, what's his name?"

Oh man. He sure got me there. Luckily, I've been spending my whole life preparing for this moment. "His name is Bobby."

"Actually, my name is-"

I silence the man with one of my super scary whole-face glares. "His name is Bobby." I look over to Elena to see her stifling a laugh with her hand, then focus my attention back on Stefan.

"Lacey… Bobby, was it? Bobby looks like he's, uh, about 50 years older than you."

"So?" I challenge. "I like older men!"

Bobby pulls away from me, looking disgusted and put out. "Listen, kid, I don't know who you are, but it doesn't matter if you like older men, I'm no cradle robber. Good evening." Then, he walks away, never to be seen again.

"Bobby! Wait! Say it isn't so! My date has abandoned me. Noooo! Now no one will do my musical number with me" I make sure to do my best puppy eyes before turning back to face Stefan and staring deep into his soul.

"Don't look at me like that."

I turn my stare to Elena. "There's no winning against that face, Stefan. She hasn't lost once when she's pulled out the puppy eyes," she states.

I give her one of my charming grins and whisper, "I totally owe ya one, 'Lena."

She smiles back and mouths, "I've got your back."

"Oh, alright. I'll concede this time. But don't think this will ever happen again. It's a one-time deal, you got that, Lace."

I did a brain-jiggling nod and towed Stefan over to the dance floor. "Wait!" I exclaimed. "I have the perfect song for this occasion. Go over there and tell the DJ to turn off the music, peasant, and bring me a guitar."

Stefan shakes his head, and I think I hear him mutter "I'm going to regret moving back here" under his breath, but he does what I say anyway. I knew there was a reason I liked him. What a guy.

When he gets back and hands me a guitar, I start explaining what's going to go down. "You're going to pretend to be the sun. And when I sing 'here comes the sun,' you've got to act out all of the lines. Get it?"

"Lace-"

"Got it?"

"No, I-"

"Good!" I turn around a start plucking out the melody, missing a lot of notes and playing quite a few incorrect ones. Then, I start singing, "Here comes the sun, doo doo doo doooo…" Stefan pops up behind me and joins in on the "doo doo doo doooo."

For the rest of the song, Stefan entertains my whims and dances around with me and my terrible guitar playing, and at some point, the DJ actually puts on the song, so we don't look like complete fools. When we finish, Elena bursts out into applause and laughter, and Bonnie holds up a camcorder, pointing to let me know she got it all on tape. Perfect blackmail material. They walk back into the mansion with their heads together.

I continue scanning the crowd and am just able to make out the mayor looking dismayed at our performance and shoot him a smirk. Next to him are my parents, both giving me wide grins and matching double thumbs up. I throw the guitar into Stefan's outstretched hand, making him juggle to catch it, and take a deep bow. "Thank you! I'll be here all night!"

"Have you no shame?" I'm startled by a voice talking right in my ear from behind me. "I wonder what else you would do, Lacey?" It drawls. I turn around and see none other than Mister Annoying, Damon.

"Damon," Stefan appears at my side. "Leave her alone."

"Why, brother? Afraid I'll be a bad influence," he smirks, raising one of his brows.

"Wait. Brother? Stefan, this psycho is your brother?"

"You're really going to call me the psycho?" Damon interjects.

"Unfortunately, yes, he's my brother," Stefan replies, ignoring Damon.

"Well, this explains a lot." I ponder aloud.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Damon demands.

I give a small, secretive smile. "You'll never know, demon. Mwahaha."

Damon scowls, "Like I've never heard that one before."

"It means, Damion, that one brother always gets all the good looks and charm. Bye, Stefan!" I sing. "You'll always be Prince Charming to me!" Winking at Damon, I take off to find my parents. My job is done, dreams fulfilled, so we can go home now.