A/N: HAPPY EASTER! (Easter will be over in just over an hour for me…) So… people love Anna. People love Prudence. People HATE Tim! People are a bit pissed off with Max. But it's okay – he only loves Sadie!
So yeah, I always update relatively quickly, but it's been AGES since I last updated but I had three assignments to do and exam block and I got a job! There was like a two week gap when no one visited my story. I spend some of my spare time writing future chapters on my notes on my phone. Then I decided it was time to get on with this chapter. I hope I still have followers! So, here it is!

Oh, and I'm not bolding the song references anymore – that was weird! I will let you find them. Or Sadie and Max will tell you…

Chapter 23 – It's Only Love

It was Saturday, the first of November. Max and I were going on our double date with Patrick and Anna tonight. Gee, double date sounds so American doesn't it? We had agreed on 'nice casual' as the dress code for tonight (well, Anna and I did anyway). I wore my navy skirt with a pink top and a cardigan in a different shade of pink.
"Sadie, are you ready yet?" Dad called impatiently up the stairs.
"Almost!" I called back for the third time.
Apparently they were 'always waiting for me' whenever we went out anywhere. It's not my fault I want to look decent, is it? I attempted to cover up my pimples with foundation – and let's face it, I had quite a lot of pimples. I was even on prescription medication for acne. I don't know why that didn't turn Max off. I straightened my hair, but even then it still had its natural kink. I put on some makeup, but not too much. I didn't want to look like I was standing on a street corner. Dad was getting impatient. He got in the car and turned the engine on, ready to go. Then he beeped the horn. I mentally swore at him. I grabbed my handbag, yanked my favourite silver sandals on and ran down the stairs. I got into the car and Dad started yelling at me straight away.
"Always waiting for you."
"Oh, would you rather I go with no clothes on?" I retorted. I always come back with a smart arse comment.
"No, I'd rather you hurry up. Everyone else manages to get ready on time."

Max and I opted to go to a different shopping centre for the date. After all, it bore traumatic memories for us. We'll admit – we were a bit afraid to go out on another date after what happened last time. The particular shopping centre was where we had our first and only other date. It was where we got our powers, and we lived there for three days. It was the local shopping centre that everyone went to. But we decided that we'd go to a smaller one that was local to Anna's house. Dad and I were picking up Max on our way. We got to the Edisons' house where Max got in the car straight away as it was raining. I almost blamed Max for it. I got in the back with him.
"Is this you?" I whispered to him.
"No," he replied.
"Don't you ever just get the urge to stop it?"
"Well… sometimes. Especially when Mum goes spastic about not being able to get her washing dry, then I feel like stopping it. But we're not learned enough with our powers, Sadie. We aren't experts or pros at controlling them yet. We know that they have minds of their own. Our emotions affect them too, and sometimes we can't control that."
"Yeah, I know all of this, why are you sounding like some educator?"
"Oh I don't know, I like reasoning."
I slowly turned my head to look at him with a weird look. 'I like reasoning'? That was random.
"Okay, that was weird," he admitted.

We arrived at the shops where we were supposed to meet Anna and Patrick outside the café. We didn't want it to be too formal. We were just four fifteen-year-olds going out together. It wasn't like we could exactly afford to dine at a restaurant anyway. We got out of the car and said goodbye to Dad. We only had to wait a few minutes, because Anna and Patrick arrived not long after us. Max had on a pair of jeans and a Beatles t-shirt. Patrick was dressed in those coloured jeans that most teenage boys tend to wear these days. I didn't particularly like that mainstream style, but I had to laugh when I saw Patrick wearing them. They just suited his red hair too much! His were turquoise, and he had a plain white shirt on. Anna was dressed similarly to me, with a floral high-waisted skirt and a blue shirt with black ballet flats. We awkwardly stood around for a while outside before deciding to go in.

We sat at the table – Max and I on one side, Anna and Patrick on the other. We sat in silence for a while. We eventually got talking. Something was obviously bothering Patrick. He was solemn and barely said a word, unlike the other three of us. Anna occasionally smiled what looked like a reassuring smile at him. We eventually decided to order, so we looked at the menus.
"The spaghetti looks nice," Max commented, looking at his menu.
"Herbs," I simply said without taking my eyes off of my menu.
I saw him nod in remembrance out of the corner of my eye. We certainly didn't want to risk accidentally ingesting our kryptonite.
"I love nachos," Anna commented, "I might have that."
"How 'bout you, Patrick?" I asked the silent one.
"Hmm?" he seemed to be coming out of a reverie, "Oh, um, I don't know yet."
I mouthed 'what's wrong with him?' to Anna, and she just shook her head, telling me 'nothing'. Yeah, right. Patrick was not his usual chipper self. Then my dubbing him the silent one gave me an idea.
"Hey, I have an idea," I announced.
"Yeah?" Anna asked.
"You know how The Beatles had nicknames, like the Cute Beatle, the Quiet Beatle, and so forth," I motioned with my hands, especially to Max who would know what I was talking about, "well, why don't we have our own names for each of us in this group?"

Patrick was definitely indifferent, but Anna and Max seemed to like the idea after contemplating it for a short time. Seriously, what was there to contemplate? It was a nickname, for God's sake. It wasn't like I needed their approval.
"Like what?" Max asked.
"Like the Silent One," I pointed to Patrick, who briefly looked up from his menu with a completely neutral look on his face. Seriously, why couldn't he be happier? Everyone else was enjoying themselves and chatting away happily, but here was Mr Grumpy-bots sitting there with a melancholy aura surrounding him.
"I know what you can be," Max said to me.
"What?"
"The Bossy One."
I took offence.
"Bossy? I'm not bossy!"
Anna and Max shared a knowing look.
"You kind of are," Anna agreed.
"How?"
"Well… you thought of this nickname thing."
"How is that being bossy?"
"It's not really…" Max started.
"See! I don't think bossy is the word you're looking for."
"Rubber Soul," Max said quickly, in keeping with our game.
"Well what then?" Anna asked, "What can be your name?"
"I don't know, you decide. You can't choose your own name," I replied.

"I know… the Caring One," Max offered.
"I like that," I smiled and sat up straighter.
"I mean, you care a lot about all of your friends. You care about me, Anna, Patrick, especially Prudence right now."
Patrick snapped his head up when Max said his name.
"Yeah, that's true," Anna agreed, "Okay, it's settled – you're the Caring One."
"You two need names."
"Patrick does too. He's not usually silent."
Anna ruffled his hair.
"The Ranga One?" I offered, evidently mistakenly because Patrick glared at me then. He hated being called Ranga as much as he hated being called Patty.
"The Sensitive One," I offered in return.
"I think that suits perfectly," Anna agreed, giving Patrick a secret look that was obviously between them.
"I know Max's!" I suddenly exclaimed, "The Guilty One. You're always feeling guilty about something or other."
"So now I just need a name," Anna said. Max and I stared intently at her, trying to form a name for her.
"The Other One," Max playfully suggested with a small chuckle. I laughed along with him.
"I'd rather be known as something more meaningful and attributive to me," Anna retorted.
"The Defensive One," I counter-suggested.
"The Favourite One," Anna suggested cockily for herself.
"The Cocky One!" I suggested.
"Anna is the least cocky," Patrick spoke up. We were all shocked that he decided to input in the conversation.
"If anything, she's the Selfless One," he continued.
"That's similar to caring…" Max mused, "We can always change Sadie's. Caring is not her most outstanding attribute."
"If anything, Sadie should be the Defensive One," Anna proposed, "I mean, Tim can't get in her way. She's one very defensive girl."

"How about… the Travelling One?" proposed Max. I was confused. The Travelling One? What was that supposed to mean? All I could think was the Travelling Wilbury's.
"What?" I asked him.
"You know… you like things to move."
He was trying to secretly tell me. Oh, I got it. Right. My power.
"In that case, you're the Meteorological One," I smiled at him.
"That's a mouthful," Anna commented.
"Okay, fine! I'll be the Meteorological One," Max offered.
"No, the Guilty One suits you too much," I complained.
"I'm more meteorological than I am guilty."
"So you're that one then."
"Okay."
"Wait, why is he the Meterlological One?" Anna had trouble pronouncing the title.
I gave Max a look. Should we tell them? It said. He gave me a firm 'no' look.
"He just likes weather," I explained, "Weather's his thing."
"Well then Sadie's the Fangirl One!"
I couldn't have thought of a better one!
"That's perfect, Anna!" I complimented her, "Fine, we're settled!"
"Okay, so I'm the Selfless One, you're the Fangirl One, Max's the Meteorological One and Patrick's the Sensitive One."
"Yeah… oh, no, we have to change you two's," I referred to Anna and Patrick.
"Why?"
"Well, sensitive and selfless are such mediocre adjectives compared to meteorological and fangirl. You need something that's more specific and unique to your personalities."

I analysed Anna and summed her up. She was of average height and she had short dark chestnut brown hair. Her cerulean eyes were pretty. I had envied them for a while. Not that I didn't like my brown ones. I considered the Average One as a name for her. No, scrap that. She was far from average.
"Anna's the Favourable One," Patrick said straight away, "No buts. She does a lot of favours for us. Remember when she loaned you and Prudence money that time? And she's done some favours for me too."
"Okay, the Favourable One it is," I said in a questioning tone, then whispered, "Even though that's not the definition of favourable…"
"Who cares?" Patrick wasn't supposed to hear me.
"I reckon Patrick deserves to be the Heroic One," Max said and I nearly kissed him right then. He was cheering Patrick up, and I admired that.
"You think?" Patrick asked, almost emotionally.
"Yeah, of course! You've protected Sadie from Tim more than once. You're a hero in my eyes."
"Thanks mate," Patrick looked at Max deeply and they shared a friendly half-smile. I was ecstatic that they were fast becoming friends.
"So now we've all got one. And we all chose a different person's one! Like, not our partner's or anything. Like I decided Max's, he decided Patrick's, Patrick decided Anna's and Anna decided mine!"
"Yeah," they all agreed.
"Should we maybe order? It's been twenty minutes," Max suggested. We had forgotten all about ordering. We were deep in conversation. This date was going better than I thought it would. There were no major dramas like last time. No random moonlight attacks. No people dying. No getting stuck in the shopping centre. But there was one thing the same – I was with people I loved.

"This nachos is delicious," Anna excitedly gushed, her words muffled by the food in her mouth.
We all soon finished our meal and we just sat there.
"Oh God, I'm full," I leant back in my chair and placed my hands on my stomach.
"I can't finish this lasagne," Patrick said, pushing his plate away from him, "Does anyone want it?"
"I'll have some!" Max went to grab the plate but I slapped his hands.
"No!"
"Why?"
"Lasagne generally has herbs in it."
He got the message.
"Oh, right, yeah, I don't think I can eat anymore actually."
Max then suddenly leant over and kissed me. We hardly ever kissed, so I was in shock a bit at first.
"I need to go to the toilet," Patrick got up and started to walk towards the toilets. Anna watched him go.
"I need to go too," she announced before getting up and going in the same direction at Patrick.
"Coincidence? I think not," said Max.
"Shhh!" I shushed him. I was trying to hear what they were saying, because I knew they would be talking. I couldn't hear them, so I moved to a table near the toilets and strained my ears.
"Sadie!" Max hissed from our table, "Stop eavesdropping!"
I ignored him and continued to try to listen.
"It's only love, Patrick. She can't help it," was the first thing I heard Anna say.
"It's only love for me or for her?"
"Both, I guess. But I was talking about her."
"Yeah, I know she can't help it but it doesn't need to be publically enforced, does it?" Patrick shot back, sounding anguished.

I had a worried and concerned look on my face as I listened. I glanced at Max who looked confused as to why I had the look on my face.
"I'm going back," Anna told him. That's when I quickly got up and ran back to our table. I didn't want them to know I was listening in on their conversation. I sat down just as Anna came out of the hallway to the toilets.
"That was quick," I commented and Max elbowed me.
"They were disgusting. I can hold on. I'm not that desperate."
As we waited for Patrick to come back, I thought about what I had heard. What did it mean? What we're they talking about? It sounded like they were talking about me. Oh no, could it be…? No, it couldn't, he said it wasn't. I tried to brush it off but it kept bothering me. Ignorance was certainly not bliss.

When Patrick came back we decided we were done for the evening. I called Dad to come and pick us up and Patrick did likewise with his Mum. Anna and Patrick had arrived together like Max and I had.
"Well, this was a fun night," I remarked as we stood outside waiting for our parents.
"Yeah, I enjoyed myself," Max agreed, "It was great getting to know you two better."
"Likewise," Anna said.
"We should do this again sometime."
Anna looked at Patrick, almost as if for his approval.
"Eh, maybe," Patrick said. What was his problem tonight? I'd squeeze it out of him on Monday. And if he wouldn't tell me, I'd squeeze it out of Anna.
Just then, Patrick's mum Karen showed up.
"Hey guys!" she waved out the window as she pulled up.
"Hey," Max and I greeted in unison. For a moment I wondered how she knew Max but then I remembered when we were arrested.
"So, I'll see you at school on Monday," Anna turned to me, "And you soon, Max."
"Yep."
Anna hugged me before getting into the car with Patrick.
"Bye, the Meteorological One and the… Fangirl one?" she pointed to us and said it in a questioning tone like she was trying to remember.
"Right," Max said, "Bye the Favourable One."
Then he leaned down so he could see Patrick, who was already in the car. He didn't even properly say goodbye!
"Bye the Heroic One!" he waved to him. All three of them waved to us as they drove off and we waved back. Dad pulled up just as they left. I really enjoyed that night, and I think the others did too. But I wasn't sure about Patrick's feelings right now.

A/N: Ok, so I've been on school holidays now for a week for Easter (yay!) and I still have one more week so I should have no excuses for not updating more regularly (at least until I go back to school). I've been meaning to update all week, but I had to read through previous chapters to work out timing in the story. Review, my pretties!