A/N Wow! Thanks for reviewing. You guys are being ever so kind. Sorry you are a bit confused. Reading it again now, I can totally tell where you are coming from. Anyway if you have any suggestions than please just tell me! So let the story continue. Oh and by the way, yes the humor was intended.

Tristan

You know, one might think that riding in a car with a beautiful girl who can actually hold up her part of the conversation without mentioning a mall, is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Unfortunately sometimes this is not the case. Especially if there were three other guys in the back one of which was bleeding. Did I mention that my car is new and blood stain free before today. Also, instead of this incredibly gorgeous girl talking to me, she was showing her concern for the bleeding guy in the back. (No, I will not mention his name. It is too painful for me to say.) At least she was to busy to notice Finn totally making the moves on her. Then again, she never noticed when I made the moves on her either, and back when we were in highschool there was no guy in the back of the car bleeding. Sometimes, I think back to that year wondering what I could of done better. The conclusion is always nothing. Of course some guys could have done better in her presence, but whenever she walked in to the room, I suddenly felt like a jackass. So, technically it's not really my fault that back then I'd never be able to keep her.

"Tristan."

It was probably bag boys fault.

"Tristan?"

She couldn't still be seeing that suckass overly protective guy, could she?

"Tristan!"

"What?" Oops, was Rory calling me for a while? I hate it when I zonk out.

"The hospital is at your next left."

"Oh " Oh? What a stupid answer. Am I completely socially challenged. Only in front of my Mary I guess. Maybe I should try to talk or make polite conversation or something now that Finn has finally quieted down and Logan's faint moans are at a bare minimum.

"Sooooooooo," Oh crap what should I say. I wonder if I can take back that so. "Mary, what have you been up to since I last saw you."

"Mary?" I could hear Finn say, "Are you sure her name is Mary? I could have sworn it was Lorie,"

"You guys are both wrong," she said irritated, "My name is Catherine."

"What! No it's not! It's Rory." both me and Finn blurted out.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see her smirking. When the next left came I drove as close to the hospital doors as I could, which was not very close since the drop off area was packed with emergency ambulances. While dragging Logan out of the car, Colin Finn and me all grabbed hold of different area to hold up and carried him in to the emergency room, with Rory struggling to keep up.

Finn

I'm just curious to find out if it is possible for an incredibly hot smart sexy girl to be completely oblivious to exotic accents trying to grab for her attention. It's not like there are that many other interesting guys in the car. I mean sure, one is suffering from a slight head trauma, but the other two are completely useless. For instance, Colin is made for making a good laugh not giving one, and although I don't really know the G-man that well he seems to freaking rapt in his own thoughts to admire a pretty lady. I, on the other hand, am dressed in a police jacket, and thanks to Logan, have tiny splats of blood on my face which helps me try to accomplish the bad boy look I decided I should go for ever since Tristan reached the freeway. I mean you should always work with what you've got, and I've got a lot of blood on my face.

Rory

I shouldn't be complaining. But I mean seriously. Finn's doing everything he can to try to get in to the sack with me, Logan's unconscious because of one of my best friends, one of my old enemies is driving me to a hospital where he couldn't find a decent place to park, and I am still coffee depraved. I can't really decide if drinking the crap here is really worth it because, since I have been spoiled with the best coffee in the world at Luke's, so I can't tolerate the crap the give you in hospitals. If I had driven my car, I would have been in it trying to find a decent cup of coffee so that I could at least try to attempt a smile when Logan woke up.

"Mary,"

"What?" It is really just a lost cause, I don't think he will ever call me by my real name,"

"Want to go find a place that sells a decent cup of coffee with me?"

Huh, I wonder if that guy can read minds.