I'm uploading this a little later then expected, but hey, it's still daylight. I kinda consider this chapter the one where things get interesting...hope you guys like it. :D

hogwartsalways5298: Yea, Disney Channel has gone a bit downhill. Jessie is really the only show I watch. Every time I see one of the episodes with Joey, I fangirl inside. I wish he was in more episodes. Funny thing, I had been watching Jessie since it started, and when Joey was first on it (Before I knew about Starkid) I didn't really like him. And I have no idea why.

Dislaimer: I still own absolutely NOTHING. Well, except Paige...and the plot. And maybe some other person in the future.

I climbed onto the bus on my way to Starkid Manor. I didn't feel like walking. The bus was there in only a couple minutes. I climbed off, went up to the door, and rang the doorbell. I hear a squeal and Lauren opens the door.

"Yay! You're here. Walker said he invited you. The others aren't here yet, just Joe and me. Oh, and Jeff." I walked inside. Jeff Blim was lounging on the couch, flipping through channels on the small flatscreen.

"Hey," I say to him.

"Hi," he glances at my Furby shirt, "Cool shirt."

"Thanks," I push a lock of brown hair out of my face.

"Hey Paige," Walker said, walking in from the kitchen, "I'm going to walk to the Walmart down the street to get some snacks, since we're out. Wanna come?"

"Sure."

"Cool. Let's go."

Walker and I walked into Walmart. It was unusually empty.

"Is it always this empty?" I asked spotting an old man looking at birthday cards.

"Usually… there's another about a block away," Walker explained.

We made our way over to the snack isle. We picked up several bags of chips, a liter of soda, a large frozen pizza, a pack of Double Stuffs, and a veggie tray.

"What about this," I said picking up a pack of Redbull, "For Brian."

Walker stuck it in the cart. "Great idea, he wanted more."

We paid for the snacks and walked out, both holding several bags.

"Sure you can carry that?" Walker asked me.

"Positive."

"Paige?"

"Yea."

"Thanks for coming tonight."

"Oh," I paused, "Your welcome, Walker."

When we return to the manor we find at least 15 Starkids. They all freeze when I walk in. I spot Joey on the couch with Dylan.

"Hey Joey," I say casually, "catch." I toss the bag of DoubleStuff at him. He catches it, and squeals like a little girl.

"Hi," I wave to the other Starkids, "I got snacks." I pull the snacks out of the bag and set them on the table in front of the couch.

"Redbull!" Brian yells in delight, "Thanks." He grabs a drink and pulls me into a hug. I grin.

Joey runs up and hugs me. "Thanks for the Double Stuffs."

"You're welcome. How's LA."

"Great. Where are you from?" Joey stuffs an Oreo into his mouth, and hands me one.

"New Mexico. But I just got out of college at Stanford University." I pull apart the Oreo and take the cream off with my tongue, like I always do.

"Wow, what did you major in?"

"Creative Writing." I tell him, blushing.

"You want to be a writer?"

I nod. "Hey Nick," Joey calls to Nick Lang who is over by the TV, shuffling through a large pile of DVD's. "Paige is going to be a writer."

Nick looks up and smiles. "Really? That's great. What do you write?"

"Fantasy mostly. And a little realistic fiction…I've done fanfics as well, but I can't really publish those."

"Fanfics about what?" Walker asks, but I'm sure he already knows.

"You know, Harry Potter, Hunger Games…stuff like that." I grab a handful of chips from the table, my face glowing.

I sat down on one of the small armchairs in the corner. Nick and Matt were arguing over which Disney movies they should watch, Brian is gulping down Redbull faster than you can say Quidditch, Joey is pulling apart Double Stuffs, and the other Starkid's are chatting happily. I search the room for Walker, but don't see him. I get up and walk into the kitchen. He's leaning against the counter, and eating a chip.

"Hey," I say casually, standing awkwardly in the doorway, "Are you coming?"

"Oh," Walker said, coming back from a daydream, "Yea, I'll be there in a minute."

"K," I stare at him for a second, confused, then walk out of the kitchen and settle back into the armchair. I don't even notice Lauren slip quietly into the kitchen, a look of concern on her face.