"Oh god, oh god." I whispered to myself as we pulled up to the police station where they were holding John and George. Paul, Pete and I had just drove here with John's car and I was starting to seriously worry about getting them out.

"Let's get this over with." Paul sighed stepping out from the car, seeming very distant and irritated. Pete and I followed suit, following Paul into the station. The lit up station lights brought out a sense of security in the pitch darkness of night although the situation inside awaiting us brought the beating of my heart to a halt. I felt pretty sobered up by the draining night and it was a good thing for the station would be crawling with officers waiting to arrest someone for public intoxication.

Paul mumbled incoherently to himself angrily
about the entire situation John and George had managed to get us into. It didn't help that George had been spilling his guts as he got arrested making him appear drunk out of his mind when in actuality he was sick as a dog.

As we walked in I noticed the station was practically a ghost town on a weeknight, the only people lucky enough to get arrested on a night like this seeming to be John and George.

I tensed up as I saw Minnie's father talking to John and George who were sitting on a bench in hand cuffs. How could I have forgotten about Minnie's Dad? Of course out of all nights to work he was in the station tonight, just my luck. When John's black eyes met us, relief washed over him as he relaxed his tensed shoulders.

Minnie's Dad looked over to us as well, raising his eyebrows as he saw me in surprise. I hung my head in shame as the three of us walked up to him. I was so busted, Minnie's Dad was bound to tell my uncle I had snuck out. I prayed to myself silently as we came to a halt I front of them.

"Poppy." He greeted me sternly making me jump and look up at him.

"Hello Mr. Taylor." I squeaked nervously. Paul looked back at me shocked and I managed to send him a weak smile feeling extremely nervous.

"May I talk to you? Alone?" He asked intimidatingly. I nodded meekly and followed him seeing the boy's expression all in bewilderment that the police chief knew me.

"Care to explain why you're hanging around those delinquents?" He scrunched his nose looking over at them in distaste. I winced and attempted to keep myself together. Mr. Taylor and I had always had a love hate relationship, he respected my uncle greatly and knew deep down I was a good person but always contemplated whether or not my intentions were always best. I was the one who was most likely taking the blame for Minnie's new boyfriend without even knowing it, me being the more outspoken and "out there" friend as Minnies Dad says.

"They're my uncle's clients, you know, he's their new manager and all, I-I'm so sorry, I really d-didn't," I could feel myself shaking out of nervousness as I spoke wide eyed. I looked at his calm expression and took a deep breath, blubbering like a child wouldn't get me anywhere with Minnie's father.

"Could you please let them go, for me Mr. Taylor, you'll never see them here again." I pleaded with puppy dog eyes seeing the solemn look plastered to his face.

He sighed scratching his neck, looking deep in thought as he looked around the ghost town of a police station with the occasional officer at a desk. I knew deep down he was a reasonable man, he'd been in his youth once too.

"I'll tell you what, I'll let them go this time, but if I see you or them here ever again, the bail will be costly and I will tell your uncle about tonight." He threatened in a fatherly way that I've only ever heard from my uncle before. I nodded frightened.

"Yes sir." I gulped and he nodded. With a heavy sigh, he walked over to the boys and began to uncuff them. My heart had been pounding furiously in my chest, I couldn't believe he had actually let them go, this had to have been for Minnie. If she were to found out he'd arrested the boys she would be furious at her father.

Paul stared over at me from a distance questioningly as the other three boys came over to talk to me. George being George, he immediately swept me up and planted repeated little kisses on the top of my head in joy. I supposed it wasn't everyday they had someone to bail them out without complications.

"Epstein, we ought to have you round more often." John spoke admiringly as George let me out of his grasp. I chuckled softly at the amazed look on all of their faces.

"How did you manage that?" Pete asked staring at Minnies father in wonderment.

"Uh, family friend." I smiled half heartedly, I'd let Minnie decide on whether or not to tell a bunch of teddy boys that her father is a cop, it would sure scare the bejesus out of Rory.

"Alright, let's get out of here." George spoke in a raspy voice looking extremely exhausted and worn out. He had gotten back into the fight just before the cops had arrived, his cheek had a deep cut with dried blood seeming to be excruciatingly painful as well as his left eye that was beginning to have a deep purple ring forming around it. His lip was busted in two places, making him seem like he was even more trouble than he was.

John had a similar look, but with a bloody nose and many more cuts, the two of them looked like they could belong to a gang. Of course the other guy who they fought had it worse, I'd be surprised if he got out of the fight without any broken bones.

"Do you mind if I could, possibly, stay-" John started bashfully.

"-Stay the night at my house? I don't mind, Mimi would kill all of us." I shook my head as we walked for the exit. "Possibly even just me." I gulped knowing that this wouldn't have happened if I would've just stayed home like a smart seventeen year old should on a school night.

"This wasn't your fault." John reassured me solemnly as we walked out the doors of the station. I nodded self consciously being unlike myself, this whole night had shaken me up way beyond comfort, but one day in the distant future it would make one hell of a story.

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"Thanks for letting us stay here." George said for the thousandth time since he'd asked to crash at mine on the car ride home. John was walking behind him meekly as well. I really didn't mind that they wanted to stay at my house, they'd beaten that man at the bar pretty badly for me. He'd been taken by the police as well, and I was glad for it. I'm sure that them staying the night and sleeping it off for now would make them able to face their parents, and aunt, tomorrow.

"It's alright George, really." I laughed lightly as I unlocked the door. Once we'd gotten inside the boys had no problem getting comfortable on the couches, it was as if they'd known me for years. My jaw suddenly dropped realizing what couch John sat himself down on.

"What?" John furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"N-nothing." I spoke wide eyes as I began to gather some blankets. That was the couch. I cringed at the memory of my uncle having, company, that happened only days ago.

George seemed to pick up on what happened on that very couch John sat at, because he was trying his hardest to muffle his laughter. I shot him a look quickly trying not to gross John out so badly.

I had made the guest room up for George because John had insisted on sleeping on the other couch again, I could tell he hated to be any inconvenience to other people. John had settled himself in for the night apologizing and thanking me for tonight leaving George and I to go upstairs to get to our rooms.

George's face was pale from sickness as well as being torn up and beaten. His eyelids were falling down and he walked slouchily up the stairs from clear and utter exhaustion.

"Do you need anything Geo?" I asked as we made it outside of the guest room. He shook his head meekly taking his leather jacket off to get himself comfortable.

"I'm alright." He spoke with a cough. I gave him a weary look for a moment, I knew he wasn't alright, but he was too stubborn to admit it.

"Let me at least get you a glass of water?" I half smiled at his look of fatigue. He rubbed an eye and nodded.

"Thanks Pop." He smiled lightly. I smiled as he walked to the bed to get himself to sleep. I went back down to the kitchen and filled a glass of water for him happily, mindless of how I was wide awake on a Friday morning at two thirty am.

I brought the glass upstairs humming the song they'd preformed earlier that night, "I Saw Her Standing There". It really didn't sound like a song about just some girl like John had said. There was something more to the story, I'd need to ask Paul about it now that I knew he didn't completely hate my guts.

I tried to shake the thoughts from my mind as I reached the guest room. George smiled tiredly as I put the glass on the nightstand.

He patted the other side of the mattress motioning for me to lay down half asleep. I shook my head with a smile.

"But, you're sick." I giggled at the lingering smile he had making me build up with warmth.

"You already kissed me." He pouted with his eyes shut. I sighed, I guess he had a point, the kiss we'd shared earlier would've been enough to pass the sickness onto me anyway.

"Only for a bit, I have school today." I whined going over to the vacant side of the bed still fully clothed and shut the lamp off laying down, cuddling into his chest as he put his arm around me tightly making me smile brightly into his side. I rested my hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating as fast as mine was in the moment.

"Goodnight Poppy." He spoke picking my hand up from his chest and planting a kiss on it sweetly.

"Goodnight George." I mumbled with a warm grin drifting off into a blissful sleep.