Gar ran a hand through his hair in exaustion. Victor had just called him close to tears, saying that Jorden was histarical. She had woken up screaming in the middle of the night and was currently hiding in a corner, waiting for Victor. It was only 7:30 in the morning, and due to the fact that they had all been at the hospital until 3... lets just say he got little, if no, sleep.

Stopping at a red light, Gar took a long drink of his coffee. He had another movie shotting tonight and knowing his manager he would be out all night promoting the movie.

'' It's not like its a good movie or anything.'' Gar mumbled, starting down the long stretch of empty highway. Frost covered the ground, the trees still bare and skeleted, and the sky was dark and grey, showering the ground with rain. The weather matched perfectly with his mood. '' Its about cartoon animals, woop-die-freaken-doo.''

He turned up the radio, hoping to lighten his mood. But... all he heard was news about Jorden. He quikly turned it off with a groan.

'' Surprise there.''

The Batman theme song echoed in the SUV as Gars cellphone went off loudly, earning a raised eyebrow from the owner. Picking it up and looking at the number, his eyebrows lowered in confusion when Rachels name poped up.

'' Hey... What are you calling so early for Rach?'' He asked, pulling a sharp right turn.

'' I did it!'' She exclaimed on the other end. '' I finally fired that son of a bitch!''

'' Thats... great?'' He was confused beyond belief. Who had she fired?

'' You probibly dont even know who im talking about. Malcome! I finally fired him!''

'' Ow my god!'' Well that news lightened his mood consiterably. '' I'm so proud of you Rach. Were are you know?''

'' At my house. I'm changing and then taking the bus to the hospital because Malcome has my keys. Asshole. But whatever... is that were your heading know, or did I wake you up?''

'' No, no... Vic already called me, I'm actually not to far from your place.'' Liar. '' I can come pick you up if you want.''

'' Sure. I'll see you soon then?'' She sounds so... tired? Scared?

'' Ah... ya, see you in a few.''

Hanging up and quikly making an illegal U-turn, Gar headed over to Rachels house. Know he suddenly cared about his baggy jeans and plain white t-shirt. Running a hand threw his hair for the upteenth time that day, he let out a growl of frustration. Why should he care what Rachel thought of him? Or what he wore? She was famous for being single the entire time she had been famous. One of the many reasons she was always in magazines.

'' 'Rachel Roth; single and not wanting?' '' Gar mumbled the headline of last weeks Peoples magazine, turning on Rachels street without looking for cars, or turning on his signal lights. '' Please, how low can you get.''

Making a sloppy left turn, followed quickly by a right, Gar started taping his fingures on his stearing wheel. He couldn't like Rachel, could he? She was so private, so mysterious. She didn't open up for long and when she did it was always to much for him to handle. She had a short temper, she hit very hard and she HATED small talk to no end, because she always got streight to the point.

When she smiled it was always genuin, and when she was really mad she sat silently with her head downcast. She rarley cried, and when she did she completly broke down. Her hair was naturally streight, her black hair always well kept, and her face always clear of any make-up. She had the cutest freckle that was stuck on her forehead right beside her eye, and the faunny part was that freckle was the only freckle on her fa...

'' Fuck me running.'' Gar mumbled, pulling into Rachels driveway. He was falling for a girl who he would probibly never have a chance with. '' Perfect, something to think about for more sleepless nights.''

Rachel quickly ran out of her house, not even bothering to lock the door and ran to Gar's car to avoid the rain. Her hair was thrown into a messy bun, which surprisingly looked good on her, and she wore a green tracksuit that showed just alittle bit of stomic. Her backpac was thrown over her sholder, probibly with some books for Jorden and herself, and her wallet hung out of her tracksuit jacket.

'' Fuck its cold.'' She mumbled, quickly getting into the car. She threw the bag carelessly into the back seat and smiled kindly at Gar before buckling herself in.

'' You look good.'' started Gar, pulling out of the lonley driveway.

'' Thank you. You look... tired.'' Gar chuckled lightly, shaking his head at her bluntness. '' But you look cute.''

'' Why thank you.''

'' What time were you up this morning?'' asked Rachel, tightening the bun on her head. '' Usually when I call you at noon your still sleeping.''

'' I never actually got to bed.'' answered Gar, a yawn escaping his chapped lips. '' I got home alittle past 4, and had something to eat and then took a shower. By the time I had cralled into bed and closed my eyes Victor had called me.''

'' Ow my.'' Rachel mumbled. '' Well...'' She bit her lip for a minute and then shrugged her sholders. '' Awenestly I have no idea what to say.''

'' Its alright.'' Gar laughted, putting his hand on Rachels knee lightly. '' You never have much to say anyway.''

'' Is that a good thing or a bad thing?'' She asked with a raised eyebrow.

'' It can be both.'' Silence filled the SUV as Gar took his hand off of Rachels knee and turned on the radio again. 'I'm Broken.' by Evanesence and Seether started playing softly threw the speakers.

'' I love this song.'' Rachel said, the voices of the singers blaring threw the speakers as Rachel turned up the volume.

'' Me too.'' agreed Gar.

'Well,' Thought Gar. 'Thats one thing we have in common. If I can find something else then im in buisness.'

'' Hey Rea?'' Rachel grunted lightly. '' Do you even care about the poperatze?''

'' No, why?''

'' No reason...'' He looked at Rachel out of the cornor of his eye and couldn't help but smile. She was so cute when she yawned. '' Did you know that they wrote another colum about you in the paper?''

'' Nope.'' She mumbled, looking at her nails uninterestidly. '' Why? What did they say about me this time?''

'' Nothing big... just that you were having an affair with Victor.'' Rachel froze for a minute and then slowly looked at Gar. '' Ya, and then they said Jorden knew about it and she didn't care cause she was sleeping with Richard, and that Kori didn't care because she was sleeping with me... and it kept going on.''

'' Are you fucking kidding me?'' She asked, her eyes hard and flaring with rage.

'' No, sorry. I read it last night at the party.'' Gar smiled when Rachel let out a growl of anger and flinched, with the smile still on his face, when she slambed her fist down onto the dash board.

'' Fuck sakes!'' She yelled. She bit her lip and looked at Gar yet again. '' Some ones fucking dead.''

'' I'll give you the writers name.''

'' Screw that, the whole companys dead. Why the hell would I sleep with Victor? No affence to him but I wouldn't be cought dead sleeping with him. And Jorden and Richard? Ya right, Jorden would kill me and Victor if she found out I was sleeping with him and then...''

'' Relax Rea. It's the same writer who wrote about your lesbien action. Everybody knows that the dick whos writing it is just out for the money.'' said Gar.

Rachel crossed her arms over her chest and 'humphed'

'' Whatever.''

'' Whatever.'' Gar mimicked, '' Don't be so nasty Rea. You need to be in a good mood when we get the the hospotal.''

'' I know,'' she sighed, licking her lips. '' How is Jorden anyway?''

'' I have no clue.''

Silence soon retuned to the SUV as the hospital came into view. They were almost there. Jorden was probibly in bed by now, and Victor was sitting next to her. Kori and Richard would be there any minute, and so would they.

The life of the famous.