Alice stood in the corner of FP's trailer with her arms folded over her chest. Her eyes were firmly planted on FP who stood to her left, while the two teens were sitting on the couch opposite them. "I am not cutting my hair." She repeated, eyebrows raising in disapproval.

FP shrugged his shoulders. "Fine, but clean yourself up. You look like a homeless prostitute, and nobody is going to believe we're a wholesome family if you don't change a thing or two." He [aused and looked over at the kids. "Same goes for all of us." He told them.

Betty shrugged nonchalantly and glanced over at Jughead. He wasn't being very talkative, but neither was she really. This whole thing was a lot to take in. FP had explained their mission backwards and forwards just making sure they all understood the plan. They needed to be very careful, more careful than any of them had ever been in their lives.

A light tapping at the door made FP walk out of the room. When he wandered back, a young girl with brightly coloured hair, bag slung over her shoulder offered the three of them a small smile. "This is Toni, she's gonna help with the hair situation," FP explained.

Toni waved her hand in the air and set her bag down. "So, who's going first?" She asked as she jostled the zipper open.

xxx

FP ran his fingers through his freshly styled hair. He stared at himself in the handheld mirror for a moment before he handed it back to Toni. "I can't remember the last time I cleaned up like this." He admitted with a chuckle. His eyes darted across to Alice who wasn't scowling at him for once. Her own hair had been tidied up, she still looked pretty much the same, just neater, nicer even. He smiled at her for half a second before both he and the blonde looked away from each other.

Betty was last. She sat down and gave a list of things she didn't want Toni to do to her hair. Toni glanced over at the two adults who were both wearing near identical smirks, as though they were proud parents.

xxx

"Why are we here?" Betty asked uncomfortably as the four newly dubbed Joneses stood in the street on the Northside. Jughead shoved his hands into his pockets as he followed FP up onto the driveway of one of the houses.

"The owners are out of town." FP explained as they walked up to the side gate. He played with the gate until it was opened, he held it out so the other three could walk in.

"Doesn't explain why we're here." Betty told him as she walked into the back garden.

"We're here to take photos." Alice answered when FP took his time locking up again.

"We want to look like the white picket fence family, we gotta have some kind of evidence that that is exactly what we are." FP continued. He placed a hand on Alice's back for a moment before brushing past her to get to the back door.

Jughead took his backpack from his shoulders and dropped it to the ground at his feet. "Shouldn't we do this in the daytime?" He questioned, watching as FP picked the lock so effortlessly.

"We'd be seen if we did that." FP shrugged. "We don't need that many photos. It'll be fine, kid." He said as he opened the door. Once again he stepped aside and let the others walk through first.

Betty hesitated before walking in. She gave FP an uneasy look as she paused to kick off her shoes. This whole situation made her feel uneasy. Being in this neighbourhood made her feel anything but safe which was ironic considering the fact that everyone in town made the Northside seem like the safest part of the neighbourhood. She followed after Alice who was heading up the staircase. "I think I go to school with that kid." She said with an outstretched arm. She was pointing toward a family portrait at the top of the staircase. Alice watched where she was pointing and nodded her head.

"I went to school with his parents." She told her before walking to the top of the stairs and taking a left. She was curious to see how the other half lived. Her whole life consisted of her living on the wrong side of the tracks. She always wanted to be more than what she was growing up, but that never seemed to eventuate. So far she had become every stereotype she had heard growing up. She still lived in the same trailer park she grew up in, never amounted to anything more than her parents had, it was a never-ending cycle. She hated to think what this scheme would make her now, other than a whole lot richer.

Betty followed Alice into one of the bedrooms. She wrapped her arms around herself as she stood in the doorway, watching as the older woman took a seat on the king-sized bed. "Why don't they have a dog? I thought rich people liked dogs." Alice commented.

Betty shrugged her shoulders. "Is that what you want to spend your drug money on?" She asked in a small amused tone. Betty never had a dog. Her dad always said they were dirty and more trouble than it was worth. She always wanted one though.

Alice laughed and laid out across the mattress. "I could fall asleep right about now. This bed is softer than anything I've ever had under my back."

"Good to know." Betty chuckled. She wandered through to the walk-in closet. It was much like the one she grew up with. Clothes hung on every inch of the wall, she ran her fingers across the fabric until she made it to the other side of the room.

"What are you two doing?" FP asked as he walked into the master bedroom. They weren't there to have a good time. They were there to take believable family photos and the two girls sneaking off to snoop for no apparent reason wasn't getting the job done.

Alice sighed and stood up. "You bring us into a big fancy house and expect us to not snoop around?" She asked him in disbelief.

Betty walked to the entrance of the closet just as Alice walked inside and took a jacket off one of the hangers. The oldest of the two women slipped her arms into the sleeves and flicked her hair out so it was no longer beneath the collar. "How do I look?" She asked before reaching across to the cabinet to pick up a broach to complete her new northside look.

"You don't look like you, it's perfect- now come on..." FP tried to hurry the pair along.

Alice gave Betty a look before she rolled her eyes. "Alright, we're coming." She scoffed before moving past him to get out of the bedroom completely.

xxx

Jughead had set up the camera downstairs by the time the others had walked back down the staircase. FP walked through and sat down on the sofa in front of the camera. "So is this how we're doing it? Family portrait?" He asked the young boy.

Jughead nodded his head. "I thought we'd get at least one posed shot, make it seem like some type of Christmas card situation. That's what rich people do, right?" He asked, shrugging his shoulders because his point of reference was limited to fiction.

Betty rolled her eyes and moved to sit down on the furniture. She left wide spaces on either side of herself, one for Alice, the other side for Jughead. Alice sat down between Betty and FP and fixed herself up so she was camera ready. "We going to be here long? I have people to see, places to be." She said to FP as she turned to look at him.

FP rest his arm above her shoulders along the top of the sofa. "Like I already told you, we're in and outta here as quick as we can be." He said to her. This whole thing was meant to be a stealth mission. He didn't want to get caught breaking and entering any more than the rest of them did. He settled in closer to Alice to make the picture look cosier. Jughead set the timer on the camera and walked across to sit down in the spare place beside Betty.

"Smile." Alice instructed, wanting to get this done properly the first time around. All four of them put on their best happy faces for the camera. It snapped a couple of shots of the four of them smiling before Jughead went to check on the quality of the pictures.

"How about a couple of just you two, mom and dad.." He suggested after deeming the group shots as decent. FP stood up and walked over to the camera to check on them himself.

"We'll take a couple of different ones real quick and then we have to go." He told Jughead as the young boy showed him the photos they'd already taken. "Do a couple of the two girls, then we'll get one of just you and Betty." He told Jughead quietly.

Jughead did his best to instruct the women to pose. It was relatively painless getting through those photos, and the same went for getting Jughead and Betty to pose as siblings together. FP finished manually taking the shots of the teens before he walked over to sit down with Alice. This was clearly the hardest pictures of the night, he wasn't sure how to act like he was in love with a woman he spent most of his time bickering with, but Alice was in the same boat he felt like.

The blonde scooted closer to FP and wrapped one arm around his shoulders. She turned his face with her other hand so he was looking at her, she smiled at him, putting on an act for the camera. "Come on, at least act like you don't want to kill me in my sleep." She told him with an eye roll.

FP let out a laugh at that, which was caught on film.

Betty and Jughead huddled behind the camera screen and watched as a few more snapshots came through from the timer. The newly fake married couple both seemed to relax as each photograph was taken. Alice scooted even closer once Jughead announced it was the last take on the timer. She pressed her lips firmly against FP's and closed her eyes. She didn't expect him to actually kiss her. It was mostly her trying to play up for the camera, but when his lips started to move against hers she kissed him back just as gently until the flash went off and she started to break away.

"I guess nobody is going to have trouble believing you're married now." Betty said with a laugh. "The way you fight like cats and dogs, and smooch up at the drop of a hat." She said as she glanced across at the adults.

Alice rolled her eyes. "Oh like you've never kissed someone for a photo before." She retorted. Alice stood up and walked back behind the camera to see what the photos had turned out like. Jughead happily showed them all off to her one by one.

"Hey, FP. I thought you said the owners were out of town?" Betty said as she stood by the window, watching as a car started pulling up on the driveway. She had heard it coming down the street, headlights coming through the window as she had moved to take a look.

"Shit." FP gasped out. He went to pick up Jughead's bag, throwing it at the boy with the instruction to pack up everything he could.

Alice went to put her shoes on before she followed FP toward the back door. All four of them scampered off into the darkness through the backyard as the sound of the garage door opening grew louder and louder as they hid beside the house. "Alice, did you turn off the light upstairs?" FP whispered into the night air.

The blonde poked her head around the wall to look up at the window of the master bedroom. The light was shining out through the sheer curtains. She let out a curse and closed her eyes. "Maybe they'll think they left it on." She said weakly.

FP groaned and walked up to the gate. The car had driven into the garage by then, and he knew they had to make a run for it sooner rather than later. Alice was still wearing the homeowner's clothing. He thought for sure that they wouldn't be home for an extra day, but then again math had never been his strong suit. He pushed open the gate as soon as he saw the garage door had gone down. "Now, whatever you do, don't stop running." He whispered to the three of them standing behind him, waiting for a signal.