A/N: I might change the title sometime. I don't know if it's going to fit anymore. I originally had a different chapter for the first one, that kind of explained it, but I took it out. Also, it might not be the longest story. Maybe ten chapters for the most.

Both Lacey and Pip head for the alcohol when they got to the party. Wendy and Tyler went to mingle. Pip already didn't like this place. The atmosphere was too happy. He took his champagne glass, walked over to a corner, and leaned against the wall, sipping his drink. Lacey stood by the table and silently cursed him in her mind.

"God, dammit! I knew this would happen!" She mumbled. She walked over to him slowly, and when she reached him, and much to his annoyance she tugged his sleeve. "Pip, will you dance with me?" She asks, batting her eyelashes. His eyes narrow.

"I told you, I'm only here to drink."

"Oh, I know... But listen. The music is so..pretty!" Pip rolls his eyes.

"Fine. One dance. Just one." She grins wider as he sets his glass down, and took her hand. He leads her out to the dance floor. They danced for one dance, and the whole time Pip was thinking that it was the best day of his life, although, he would never say that out loud. Lacey was a good dancer, and Pip only stepped on her foot once. When they were done, they would have gone separate ways, but then Pip mentioned getting away from the party, or something. Lacey looks at Pip hard, but then a smile creeps onto her face.

"Sure." And for once Pip grabs her hand, and leads her out of the room. They walk down the hall and into another room. This room must be some parlor.

"I didn't know they still had these kind of rooms in houses," Pip mumbles.

"Oh, but doesn't Daddy have a big house?" Lacey says in a slightly teasing voice. She glances at Pip before looking back at some painting. The painting was of a lady who was wearing an off-white ball gown. Her face was serious, and her eyes weren't looking forward. They were pointed off to the left.

"Huh, thats really funny." Pip mumbles after a while. Lacey thinks he's talking about her little comment earlier.

"Not really. I mean, Pip, you're spoiled!"

"Oh, thanks. But that wasn't what I was talking about. It's that painting." His finger points at the exact one Lacey's looking at.

"That is not funny. It's very serious. And actually, I find it a bit upsetting."

"Well, yes it's serious. Have you actually looked at her face?"

"Yes.."

"It has an resemblance to your face."

"No it doesn't." Lacey is in disbelief. "Her hair is brown."

"But that doesn't mean her face cannot look like yours!" Lacey turns to face Pip.

"Must you always be disagreeable?"

"Oh, so now we're going to argue over something stupid?"

"Your just still mad that I slapped you!"

"Actually I am!"

"I know!" Lacey didn't really know this, though. So instead of letting Pip say something in return she steps back and her eyes are on his. He's looking away and biting his lips. And then quietly, she asks, "You are?"

"Yes."

"Wow, you have feelings?"

"Yes, I do. In case you haven't noticed, Lacey, all humans do."

"Well, I know that. But your...Pip." He shakes his head at her.

"And you're Lacey." He walks out of the room then and Lacey turns to look at the painting one last time before following him. She stops in the doorway though, and looks at it again. It did resemble her, she just didn't want Pip to be right. And now she was the bad guy.