"But you can't walk." Zac pointed out.
"You try walking on a swelling foot."
"No thanks. I need my foot. I have drums to play tomorrow."
"Just gimme an ice pack."
**********
Later, after they had come back 'home', Jasmine and Zac were playing video games against each other again.
"Guys, you might want to go to bed now." Taylor said. "We have to get up at four tomorrow."
"You have to be kidding me!" Libby exclaimed. "There's no way I'm getting up at four."
"Are you so sure about that?" Isaac asked dryly.
"If you think, even for one second that I'm -"
"Hey Jas," Zac interrupted. "Do you want to fill up a couple of supersoakers in case we need to use them on Libby tomorrow morning?"
The look on Libby's face made them all happy that it was being caught on tape - that way they didn't have to rely on memory to see it again in the future. It was precious.
"Don't you even think about it." She growled.
"Too late."
"Let's go fill up the supersoakers!" Jasmine said.
"You sure you can?" Zac asked. "Like, walk, umm, you know..."
"I'm a gymnast Zac. I get injured a lot. This is nothing. It'll be fine in a couple of days."
"Ok, ok, I was just trying to be considerate. Now, about those supersoakers..."
"Don't you dare -" but they had left the room before Libby could finish.
"Don't worry Libby, if you get up when you're supposed to, you won't get sprayed." Isaac assured her.
Libby slouched back in the seat and folded her arms across her chest.
"Why do we have to get up at such an absurd hour anyway?"
"Getting there, sound check, blah, blah, blah. Normally we won't get up so early if it's only a concert and sound check, but we also have a radio interview."
"Oh, great. Now I have to sit in on a radio interview as well as go to one of your stupid baby concerts."
"Hey Libby?" Taylor asked. "Planning on wearing those cute little ear muffs?"
Libby glared at him.
"I'm sure Zac'll love that."
"Stuff the lot of ya."