If we didn't have craft services at work, some days I don't know how I'd survive. Pete keeps crafty stocked with everything you could possibly need for a good jolt (frozen coffee concoctions included) or a major meltdown (M&Ms and brownies at your service). He's a pro at knowing exactly what we need when we need it -- like the morning after the Oscars, when almost everyone on set is overtired and cranky. Calling in sick won't fly. Tom knows we were out partying last night. He's got the paparazzi pictures in every major magazine and on every Web site to prove it.

Things are moving slower than usual, though. We've only shot a three-minute scene inside Summerville Breads (a school hangout) and we still have to get through the scene where Sam runs away from home. (Tom promises Sam will get her act together before the last episode. In the meantime, the bad Sam is fun to play.) I don't know if we're going to get to that scene today. We're all tripping over our lines. Thankfully Tom was out last night too, so he can't get too mad.

Sky snatches her own latte from Pete's outstretched hands. "There better be an extra shot of espresso in mine."

"That's Sky's way of saying thank you," Trevor tells Pete. Instead of coffee, he takes another Red Bull.

"How would you know what I meant?" Sky asks, sounding upset. "People have to spend time with other people if they want to know those people's thoughts. You can't ignore people and then expect those people to pay attention to you." Her voice is rising and Pete steps back to avoid the fire. "Isn't that right, K?"

Sky looks at me helplessly. Her under-eye circles are huge, as I'm sure are mine. The whole set has them and I'm sure the makeup staff will go through at least a dozen tubes of concealer today trying to cover them up.

"Yes?" I say, even though I'm not sure what Sky is so worked up over.

"So you're saying people need people?" Trevor starts singing the old Barbara Streisand song as he walks away and I can't help but giggle.

Sky's chest is rising and falling like she's just run a marathon. She grunts loudly in exasperation. "I don't get him," Sky complains to me. "He asked me if I was going to the In Style party and I said yes. And then when he got there he ignored me all night. I skipped the Vanity Fair party because of him and he still didn't talk to me!" She looks so upset that I actually feel bad for her. Maybe I should tell Trevor to tone down the cold shoulder act a bit. It could backfire.

"Did you ever think that Trevor was just trying to make you jealous?" I ask.

Sky's face brightens. "Did he say that?" she asks hopefully.