ooc: yay! So I'm not the only Coldplay fan!

When he recieved no reply, other than a slammed door, Jake turned to James and shrugged. "Maybe ya should talk to one of em, mate." he said. "Cause they don' listen ta me, no one does."

"I don't think I'd comfort either one of them by just walking in there and talking..." James said. He was more of the 'wait for them to sort things out on their own without intruding, which they may or may not appreciate' type.

"Wha's one of their names?" Jake asked.

"Excuse me?"

"Jus' tell me who's who, den I can go talk to one of em, but I don't even know dere names."

"Umm, okay, the one that's crying is Wylow, and the one that slammed the door was Shannon."

"Ookay. I'll talk to da one that's sad, I's great at comfortin' people." He walked over to Wylow. "Wha's wrong? I think I missed sumthing." he said. "Like, you was happy one minute, an' sad the next."

James stood by the door, debating whether or not to talk to Shannon.