A/N: Even though it's been a while, I still CANNOT believe I forgot to mention the 31st and 10th anniversaries of John and George's deaths, respectively. R.I.P. John Lennon and George Harrison, two of the greatest musicians in the world!

Okay, I know that quite a few people visited my story because there is a thing called Traffic Stats, but I didn't get many reviews! Thanks to those who did review! I'm sorry if my author's notes were really long! I want to get at least thirteen so I can continue, so I know if people are going to be bothered reading it. By the way, the previous chapter was supposed to be the one where they go on the date, but because of a spontaneous arrest it didn't happen. Anyway…

Chapter 8 – Blackbird

I couldn't BELIEVE we had just gotten arrested! They took us away in separate patrol cars to the police station, my Mum and Tim's mum following frantically in their cars.
"Okay, names," the officer asked us carelessly through the bars.
"We're only fifteen!" I objected.
"Name's please," he ignored my protest. We finally gave in.
"Patrick Donaldson."
"Maxwell Edison."
"Tim Grubb."
"Sadie Parkinson."
"We'll be contacting your parents," the officer said carelessly and almost amusedly.

Luckily, we were all in the same cell. But unfortunately Tim was in there too.
"Oh yeah, they're real harmless," Max mocked me.
"I swear Max, they were! Well, Patrick and Daniel are anyway. I didn't actually think Tim would go this far!"
"You didn't'?" Patrick asked in shock.
"No, not really. How could one little thing get so out of hand."
"You deserved it," Tim said in a sing-song voice to me without looking at any of us.
"You disgusting, sick, bastard," Max looked at Tim with extreme hate. I thought he was about to lunge at him, but he didn't. Tim had an ice pack on the place where I had kicked him and a Band-Aid across the bridge of his nose. Max was perfectly fine, the only one not hurt by the ordeal. I still felt a bit dizzy from hitting my head on the ground, so I was lying down on the cold, hard, dirty concrete floor, using Max's knee as a pillow. Patrick and Tim had dried blood on their face, as they were the only ones who were punched. Tim was punched by everyone else (haha!) but Patrick was only punched by Tim. Patrick had a smaller ice pack on his black eye.
"How am I a disgusting sick bastard?" Tim asked in retaliation.
"You know exactly how! Who do you think you are, kissing my girlfriend and saying she deserved getting hurt?"

"Ah, so it's a love square!" we heard an out-of-view officer whisper.
"No, it's not!" Max called out. The officers went silent.
"This is all your fault, Tim," I accused him as meanly as I could.
"You punched me! You started it!" Tim retorted.
"You kissed me! Your foul, soggy, bad-breathed kiss! I nearly vomited! You are the most repulsing person I know!"
I know it was harsh, but it was the truth. Max and Patrick went 'ooh', but I know that they agreed with me. Then Tim did the wimpiest thing ever – he started to cry! I sat up.

"Ugh, cry baby cry!" Max and I said in unison. Then we started to sing in unison.
"Cry Baby Cry, make your mother sigh, she's old enough to know better…"
"Just shut up!" Tim yelled in between sobs, "I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to kiss you, I just couldn't control myself! I just really, really like you!"
None of us believed him. How were we supposed to after all he'd done? He was just going to the extremes. I couldn't take this anymore.
"If you 'really, really like' me, then why did you try and hit me?"
"That's a good question," Max agreed.
"I… I… well you hit me first!"
I didn't want to continue the argument.

"I guess there goes our date," Max mumbled.
"What, that's why you were busy today?" Patrick asked, remembering the reason I gave him for not wanting to go out with him.
"Well, yeah."
"Of course. Don't know why I didn't click on before."
"I'm really hungry," Max randomly and loudly stated.
"Me too," I agreed, "I could really use a Savoy Truffle."
"I feel like A Taste of Honey."
"I'll 'ave some strawberries – from Strawberry Fields Forever," Patrick spontaneously said. It wouldn't have been spontaneous if Max or I had said it, but it was Patrick. PATRICK. Since when did he know bugger all about The Beatles? We just stared at him in shock.
"What?" he wanted to know, "I thought we were playing a game here."
"WE were," Max answered, "We just didn't expect anyone else to be… inputting."
"What, am I not allowed to play?" he asked in an innocent and high-pitched voice.
"No, it's just… we're surprised, that's all," I explained.

Max looked down at his boots which were similar to the ones they wear in Help! except that they weren't snow boots, they were lace up combat boots, the type that is fashionable these days. He was wearing dark skinny jeans that were tucked into his boots, and a zip-up hoodie – I must say, he looked quite a bit like a Beatle. Not that there is anything wrong with that. His brown hair suspiciously and similarly resembled a mop-top. In fact, he looked cute like a Beatle, like George, except he had the most unusual big, emerald green eyes. Oh my God he was so adorable! Stunning! My heart was doing little spasms just looking at him. I didn't realise that I was smiling until Patrick interrupted my daydream.
"You think it's funny, do you?" he asked me disappointedly.
"Think what's funny?" I asked him back, confused. Then I realised Max was crying.
"Oh my God Max, are you okay?" I crawled even closer to him and put my arms around him.
"Look who's crying now," Tim commented sourly.
Then Max did the unthinkable – he brushed me off and full on lunged at Tim!

Tim screamed and screamed at a high pitch as Max started attacking him.
"AGH! Get off me you psycho bastard!" Tim squealed.
"Max, get off him," Patrick ordered.
"Max, don't! We're already in jail!" I pleaded.
"He… needs… to be… PUNISHED!"
I seriously thought he was going to kill him.
"Stop!" I screamed. Then one of the guards came and banged on the door with a stick of some sort.
"Oi, you lot, that's enough!" he sternly said to us, "Now which one of you needs to be moved?"
Max, Patrick and I all pointed to Tim.
"It's unanimous," the officer unlocked the gate and grabbed Tim, closing the gate behind him. We watched as Tim was roughly chucked into a cell opposite ours.
"Thank you," I thanked the officer. He just shook his head and walked off again, obviously not pleased with the performance.

"Max," I sobbed.
"Yes darling?"
"Max, what are we going to do? We're stuck in here, some juvenile prisoners who really did nothing wrong!"
"Oh! Darling, we're not prisoners," he tried to be reassuring.
"Well we're locked up in a police station!"
"Someone will come and bail us out. Don't worry."
Somehow, and I don't know how it was possible, I managed to fall asleep on Max's knee. I was half asleep when I heard Max and Patrick talking in hushed voices.
"You're okay, you know," Max surprised me by saying.
"You too. Anyone who loves her this much has to be pretty decent," Patrick replied.
"I love her very much."
"And I Love Her…" Patrick started singing softly and the two laughed.
"So… you like them too do you?"
"Yes. Though obviously not as much as you and Sadie. I don't know every song."
"We do," Max laughed and I could practically feel his huge proud grin.
"I know, I noticed. Do you ever think… you know, that she's only with you because of that?" Patrick asked him very cautiously. I was furious at such an accusation, but managed to still appear asleep.
"What are you saying Patrick? That she's only with me because I like The Beatles like she does? And we talk to each other in Beatle language? I wouldn't think of such a thing! We shareSomething special, and that's certainly included, but that's not the only reason. We love each other."

This scene reminded me of the tent scene in Eclipse. Max and Patrick were Edward and Jacob and I was Bella.
"I can certainly see that you two are great together," Patrick commented, "And I'm really embarrassed about being involved with the thing on the bus with Daniel. Max, I hope you don't hate me… you know, for liking Sadie and everything."
"Why would I hate you?" Max asked softly and calmly.
"Well, you hate Tim."
"Yeah, but he's Tim. What's not to hate?"
"Yeah, I know, but… how is that situation different from this one?"
"I can actually trust you," Max admitted with a hint of surprise in his own voice, "I mean, you saved her from being beaten up by that piece of shit. I owe you that one."
"Thanks man," Patrick laughed, "I guess it goes both ways – because I really admire you."
"What? Admire me?"
"Well, yeah. Sadie told me all about you and how great you are. Now I see she wasn't lying."
"Aw, shucks."

The conversation went along for a little longer. I was actually really glad that they were getting along so well. I could see a friendship maybe forming here. I didn't realise that my eyes were open and I was staring at Patrick, who was in my direct line of vision from where I was lying. Patrick eventually noticed.
"Hey! What are you doing?" he smiled at me.
"I'm only sleeping," I told him innocently. Max stroked my hair and leaned his head over to look at me in the face.
"Have you been listening?" he asked suspiciously narrowing his eyes.
"No!" I objected, doing shifty eyes.
"I think you might have been!"
I giggled as he started playfully tickling me.
"Oh, give it a rest would you!" Tim called to us from his cell. We just ignored him and kept on with our business, though I saw Patrick giving him very evil glances. Just then we heard familiar anguished voices – and soon five familiar people were standing in the hallway.

"Mum!" I called out and excitedly stood up as I saw my mother standing there alongside Joan and Bob, Patrick's mum Karen and Tim's dad Vince.
"Sadie!" Mum looked like she was about to cry. We both had our hands up on the cell gate.
"Max!" Joan called out to my boyfriend, who was already standing. They did the same thing Mum and I were doing, as did Patrick and his Mum. I could see Tim still sitting on the floor of his cell, not looking up at his dad who was glowering disappointingly at him.
"Now I can release you all without any formal charges, but you will have to appear in the children's court," the police officer said as he unlocked our gate.
"What?" our parents were appalled.
"I'm sorry, that's just the way it is."
"But they didn't do anything wrong!" my Mum protested.
"You were there?"
"Yes."
"You'll have to testify as a witness. If you know the names of any other witnesses, please let us know."
Mum turned to look at Tim and Vince.
"What?" Vince wanted to know.
"Lucas was there," Mum said simply to him.
"What? Are you kidding me? Your mother didn't mention this!" he said to Tim.

As we were let out of 'jail', I thought of our situation like Blackbird. In fact, Max did as well because he started to sing it softly under his breath - oh it was adorable when he sang! We were left with an impending court date. Yay. I couldn't wait…

A/N: Ok, this was kind of a filler chapter, but if I get some reviews I'll update REALLY quickly!