Chapter One: John, Paul, George, Ringo, and Marla

"I'm tellin' ya, Rich, she thinks you're cute!" Paul lied as He, Ringo, and John watched George speak with one of the photographer girls, Marla. Ringo knew for a fact that she liked George and she didn't think he was cute. Or at least not in the way Ringo wanted her to think.

"Fellas she likes George." Ringo said rolling his deep blue eyes.

"Don't be stupid Ringo." John said sighing as he watched the girl all four of them knew Ringo fancied try to get George to flirt with her. "No girls like George." He smirked as George seemed to hear him and scowled from across the room at them. Ringo saw Marla glance at him and he smiled at her. She didn't notice as she went back to talking at George. George seemed to have stopped listening a while ago. He was just nodding along to whatever she was saying and he looked bored.

"Well no girls might not like him, but Marla does." Ringo said rolling his eyes.

"Just go and talk to her, son." Paul said giving Ringo a shove in the shoulder over to where George and Marla were talking. George was looking at his feet as he leaned against the car they were about to take a long drive in to the Austrian Alps.

"So you don't mind if I take your pictures?" Marla asked George. He shrugged and didn't looked up from his feet until Ringo stumbled into him.

"Awe, Rich, watch what you're doin'!" He said pushing him off. George woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning and listening to Marla talk and talk about whatever it is she talked about didn't seem to help. He was just too polite to tell her to shove off.

"Sorry Georgie," Ringo said righting himself awkwardly, "Um, Paul shoved me." George raised his eyebrows at him at him. Ringo wasn't even looking at George, he was watching Marla, who hadn't even looked at him.

"Oh, well um, Marla I have to go and ask Brian something. Talk to Ringo about your photos for a bit." He said quickly before he walked away without letting either of the two speak.

They watched George bolt around the car just as Brian came around the other way. Ringo snickered and Marla seemed to hurt that he'd ditch her. "Don't worry about George." Ringo said to her, "He's been in a crummy mood most of the day. woke up that way. He'll be OK by tomorrow."

Marla sighed and walked away from him. Ringo sighed back and he leaned back against the car. Why did everyone have to like the other boys? Why couldn't just one like him? Why couldn't that one be Marla? She was gorgeous and Ringo could stand it when he was around her. She was funny and nice when George wasn't there to focus on. But Ringo couldn't stand not being around her all the same. None of the other boys understood how he felt about her and she never even seemed to notice him.

George returned and looked around for Marla, "Is she gone?" he whispered as if she'd appear out of thin air. Ringo nodded and looked at his feet, disappointed that Marla wouldn't talk to him and George didn't want to be near her. "Look, mate, I'm sorry she's always hangin' all over me. I don't want her to trust me."

"I know." Ringo responded sadly, "What did you have to ask Brian?" George blushed and folding his hands together.

"Nuthin', I was just trying to get away from Marla before I said something I shouldn't have." George admitted. Ringo sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Maybe if you weren't so nice all the time she wouldn't like you so much." Ringo scolded, "Say something rude next time and maybe I'll actually get some conversation out of her." George frowned as he watched Ringo stomp away.

Ringo was so mad. He kicked the dirt on the sidewalk and stormed away from George. He was always polite and drooling charm where ever he went. He and John and Paul. They always got the girls. It wasn't fair. Ringo just wanted one. Was that really too much to ask for? Paul always had a girl hanging on him, John could woo and trap anyone he wanted, and though George was shy and quiet, he was still nice enough for the sweet innocent girls to want him. No one ever wanted Ringo.

"Ringo, c'mon we gotta go!" Brian called to him. He turned on his heals and got into the car, of course he was squished between the window and George, the person he didn't want to be near. he didn't want to be near any of them if they were going to continue hoarding all the girls for themselves.

They got on a plane and node their way to the Austrian Alps for some skying and filming. It was a long 14 hour drive shoved in the back seat with George asleep next to him and John poking his nose just to try and make his bad mood worse. George was the quiet one, but if he was mad or in a not so nice mood he could throw a good punch and John always liked to poke at him when he was like that.

Once they finally got to their location, Ringo was the first one out of the car. They were staying in the Whitt's Inn close to the middle of nowhere, which was nice if you were a Beatle who needed space to film and believe it or not, peace and quiet.

The four boys walked into the little cabin type place and found a nice looking girl reading a book behind the counter. Ringo smiled at her and she smiled back kindly. Maybe he had a shot with her. One look at George and Ringo knew George would have her soon enough. He was staring at her like a school boy with his first crush. But she wasn't looking at George either. She wasn't even smiling at Ringo. Paul had sauntered in after them and he'd caught the pretty girl's eye.

"Hello, I'm Faith." She said as they reached the front desk, "I work here at this here cabin." She said it with an American country accent and Paul winked at her.

"Oh well what does that mean for us lad, who are staying here?" He asked waggling his eyebrows. Faith giggled and covered her mouth as Brian pushed through us. Ringo saw Marla watching George stare at Faith. She looked upset and hurt, and Ringo thought maybe if George got Faith then maybe Marla would forget about him.

"It means I cook and clean and take care of the place and whoever is staying here." Faith said rolling her hazel green eyes.

"Well miss, we're here. I believe that we have a reservation actually." Brian said. My attention was taken away from Brian and Faith by John and Paul. John had elbowed me in the ribs and he was staring at two other girls who had walked in smiling and laughing while they carried their suit cases in their hands.

"Well hello there ladies." John said striding up to them. "I'm John Lennon, What might your name be?" He took the hand of the girl with the dark and curly hair.

She blushed, "I'm Julia." She had an American accent like Faith's. "And this is my friend Catherine." She pointed to her friend who had dark blonde hair and blue grey eyes. She smiled at Ringo and offered her hand to him.

"Please don't call me that though." She said blushing as well, "I like to be called Katie." Ringo smiled at her.

"Well Katie, I'm Ringo, and this is Paul." Ringo had barely said his name before he shoved John away from Julia and kissed the back of the flustered girl's hand.

"Pleasure to meet you." Paul said kindly. He'd never used that tone with a girl before, and Ringo was quite surprised. Julia didn't look impressed. Their conversation wasn't very much longer because seconds later, Brian was dragging them away from them. Marla was lagging behind, since she'd 'drawn the short straw' with the production group and had to share the cabin with the boys. Ringo, of course didn't mind, but she seemed to suddenly.

"You OK?" he asked her gently. She looked at him shrugged.

"Three girls show up and the drool start flowing." She said looking at the back of George's head. Ringo knew she was hurt by the way he'd been looking at Faith, but he wanted George to get Faith, then he'd get Marla. It didn't occur to him how selfish that sounded until he found they'd been led down some stairs to a three bedroom living area.

"This is where you're sleeping, Marla you get a room to yourself," Brian said pointing to the room with only one bed, "The rest of you boys get to share. I let you decide who's bunking with who." Brian walked off and Ringo looked at the lads while Marla walked into her room and shut the door with a slam.

"What's her problem?" George asked, as if he didn't know. Ringo rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Who cares?" John asked making a face, "Paul and I are sharing!" He said before he and Paul walked into a room and shut the door.

"I guess that means we're sharing." George said. Ringo huffed and walked into the only room that was left.

"Lovely." Ringo was still a bit mad at him.