No Jonas ownage here.

"Hey guys... thirsty?" Caleigh came out of the kitchen and began giving out the waters.

"Like you wouldn't believe!" exclaimed Nick.

"Didn't I just see you down a Red Bull right before we came in here?" asked Robert.

"Eh, I guess so. Whatever, it's nothing new," Nick explained.

"Well, the bathroom is down that hallway on the right," Caleigh said with a motion after a small laugh to herself.

After another tray, Caleigh finally finished distributing the water glasses. She was at the end of the table, where the Jonas Brothers' bassist sat. She could tell because of his shaggy brown hair, witty and sarcastic remarks, and the fact that he was just so... chill. Definitely the bassist. And, well, she knew who he was because she was a reader of his blog, too.

"Nice recovery," Garbo whispered with a wink. Wha-bam. Caleigh returned a smile, hiding that she felt like she had just been punched in the stomach by that wink. She knew Garbo was a nice guy (and a looker as well), but... Damn.

"Hey, you could sit if you want. Hungry?" Caleigh's trance was broken by Jack Lawless, whom Caleigh assumed to be the drummer, judging by his hair.

"Uh... yeah... Maddie! Cheeseburger me!" Caleigh shouted to Maddie, who was finishing dinner orders.

"What? No way! Then I'm getting one, too!" Maddie shouted back.

Garbo and Jack pulled up an extra table to add on to the already ridiculously long party, and soon Maddie, with the help of Caleigh, Freddie, and Tony, started delivering the food.

Suddenly, loud knocking was heard. The voices went silent as everyone's head turned towards the door. Who would be outside at 2:30 in the morning?

Pound, pound, slap, slide.

"Oh, it's Lily. I'll get it," Caleigh declared as she started advancing towards the entrance.

"Wait. What if there's... like, a killer out there?" came a voice from the crew. Caleigh chuckled and continued to walk.

"What if there's... like, a hundred fans out there?" piped up Joe. This stopped Caleigh dead in her tracks. She did not have the training to deal with that situation. A killer? 9-1-1, simple. One hundred fanatical teenage girls? Was there a hotline for that?

POUND, POUND, SLAP, SLIDE. A loud squeaking on the window was heard, and Caleigh snapped, "Alright, alright! I'm coming!"

"Hey, Cal. Oh my Christ, you wouldn't believe the amount of idiocy I encountered today!" Lily began.

"Uh, Lily, you shou-"

"No. Don't even speak. You have no idea!" Lily shouted as she made her way to the bar.

"For serious, Lily-"

"Caleigh. I get it, your day was shitty. Um. Hello, work at the Target Center. TWEENS. EVERYWHERE. Jonas this, Jonas that! It's like, I know more about them than themselves, and its all involuntary!" She pounded her fist on the bar and her voice became high and whiney. "Oh Jooooeeeee, I'm going to marry you! Oh my JONAS! Nick is like… totally my boyfriend. NO! YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM. Like, Kevin is my LOVER. I'm going to marry him in 8 years when it's legal!!" She finished her mockery with a roll of her eyes. "You'd think the very kids that we are trusting to be our future would be able to distinguish between a band with anything worth listening to and a talentless trio with a back up band made of college drop-outs and people with ridiculous nick names. And the part that gets me the most, they're totally going to be out in a year or so. Their fame has pretty much everything to do with whats-her-face… Hannah Bananarama. Which, in turn has everything to do with her dad, the one-hit wonder! TOOLS. ALL OF THEM!"

"Lily! STOP... TALKING!" Maddie whispered fiercely under her breath, as she reached up to slap that back of Lily's head.

Lily finally realized that there was still a party of a fairly decent size finishing up their meal.

"Oh, shit, son," Lily sighed.

"Well, hello Lily. I'm Kevin. I'm sorry about –" Kevin reached out his hand, but he was cut off.

"It's Liliana," she said frankly.

"But… your friends just called you Lily…" he answered in confusion.

"Yeah. The difference is that they're my friends," she replied, nonplussed.

"But… should it matter if they are you friends or not?"

"Oh, I guess not… Paul," she sneered.

Kevin held his hands up in surrender. "Fine, I get it… Liliana."

Lily turned and headed to the kitchen, dragging Caleigh by the elbow.

"Wasn't that a little harsh out there?"

"No. Maybe. I don't think so. They're all tools, anyway," Lily said as she rested her hands on her head.

"Hey, I went through this conversation with Maddie earlier. My embarrassing moment probably wasn't as vulgar and, well... rude, but, you know, they're not all that bad."

"What?! You're defending them?! What about friends being on their friend's side?!"

"Oh, come on, Lily. That's such a Disney channel thing to say. I've been talking with a couple members of the band, and they're really nice."

"You would say that. You never get angry. You think everyone is perfect. You're too nice—"

"Fine," Caleigh cut in, "but Kevin did not deserve that. You know it's true."

Lily stared into Caleigh's eyes for a brief pause. "Fine." Lily said and brushed past Caleigh out of the kitchen.