I'm sorry.

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"Bye, John," I smiled sadly. I was going to miss my brother, arse though he could be. Ringo came next. I really love that guy. Like a brother, of course. Then Paul. Honestly, I don't know what he is to me. George came last.

"Bye, Ali," he whispered as he gave me a hug. I reached up to pull him into a kiss only to find he had already left. What? I don't mean to be clingy, but what?

So I stood there as George walked down the concourse, looking as though he had just made his mind up about something.

A few more months, a few new number one singles, a few more ER trips...the norm.

I was messing around with some chords in my room when the doorbell rang.

"I gots it!" Jack yelled before opening the door. "Hi, Ali's Dad!"

"Daddy!" I laughed before jumping down the stairs and hugging him.

"Hey, Ali. How do you feel about taking your band to see England?"

Well, of course we wanted to go. And of course Dad wanted to not tell John we were coming. And, honestly, after all the unwelcome surprises John gave me, I didn't feel much guilt about returning the favor.

"Oh, how I hate airplanes," I groaned as I took my seat on the airliner a few days later. The seats were cramped, smelled funny and were the color of vomit. You'd think, being rock stars and all, we could get a decent plane. Instead we get this. Jack smirked and sat next to me. "I may throw up on you."

Jack laughed and pulled out one of the throw-up bags they so nicely provide you for our flight. I groaned again and opened my mini-bag o' peanuts. Yummy.

By some miracle, I did not puke on the flight. But I was not a happy camper when we landed, to say the least.

"Curse my life," I muttered as I chased my 8-string electric guitar on the baggage claim.

We got a rent-a-car and drove to John's house. After explaining to Cynthia what we were doing there, we went into the house and introduced the rest of our merry band to Julian. Much to my surprise, Julian and Jack hit it off. And I was tempted to run for the hills. Very tempted...

"Cyn, I'm home!" echoed through the house. John appeared in the door about thirty seconds later. "Ali! What are you doing here?"

"No hello first?" I pouted before grinning and glomping my twin. "Surprise!"

"Dad's idea, right?" John chuckled as he let me go. I nodded.

"Any clue where George is?" I asked as I grabbed my bag.

"Oh, so you care about your boyfriend more than me?" John fake-scowled. I laughed and nodded again. "He was going to stay late in the studio. He's doing that a lot lately."

"Okay, thanks," I hugged my brother and grabbed the car keys. I drove to EMI as fast as I could. Man, I missed George, I thought as I honked at a jerk driving a good 15 miles per hour under the speed limit. Finally, I pulled up to that little white building and parked.

I opened the door and slipped silently into the building. Laughter echoed through the studio. Confused, I followed the noise.

"George! Stop it!" a female voice laughed. What the hell was a girl doing in the studio?

"Come on, Pattie!" another voice I recognized as George's grinned. Even more curious, I opened the door. And something deep in my stomach snapped at the sight of George practically sucking the face off of some other girl.

I could do nothing but stand there. George broke the kiss and noticed me.

"Oh, crap. Ali, it's not what you think it is..." he dwindled off, fear evident on his face.

"Oh, I know what this is," I whispered before finding my feet and getting the hell out of there. I was in the street as George caught up with me.

"Ali..." he cried out. I turned around.

"How long?" I was scared at how hollow my voice was.

"Six months," he sounded almost close to tears. So he had been cheating almost since we had gotten together.

"George, do you love her?" I asked, almost fearing her answer.

"Yes," he said. "Oh, Ali, I'm so sorry."

"Go," I whispered, turning around. I was not going to cry here, not now. The car started and I drove away.

I stormed into the house.

"Ali, what's..." Jack's voice faded out as I stormed past, tears forming in my eyes. I went to the room where I was supposed to be staying. Someone, probably Cyn, had tried unpacking clothes. I began to shove my stuff into my duffel.

"Ali, what happened?" John asked from the door. I turned to him and broke down.

"George...EMI...that cheating little..." I sobbed incoherently. John, however, seemed to get the general gist of what I was trying to say. He just held me and let me cry.

After about fifteen minutes, I straightened up and wiped my eyes.

"I went to EMI and found George cheating with another girl. Turns out they've been together for about six months, which explains a lot," I whispered. John's face turned from sympathetic to murderous.

"That little son of a..." John continued to call George all types of profanity. I smirked as he continued on for about five minutes.

"Well, I need to finish packing," I muttered before getting up.

"Why?" John asked, standing up too.

"You told me once that we all need to get out. I laughed at you at the time, but I understand now. This is me, getting out. Right now, I can't face him. I just can't..." I explained. John didn't look happy, but I think he understood because he helped me pack and got me on the next airplane home.

I sat there looking out the window of the horrible little flying tin can of death. The person next to me flipped a radio on. An Eagles song blared through the speakers.

Stayed up all night waiting, thought that you might call Half the night debating, seems like after all You made your mind up Oh, I guess you made your mind up

Damn these strained relations, makes me want to crawl Top negotiations, feeling two foot small Guess you made your mind up Oh, such a shame to wind up

Staring at the ceiling, bouncing off the wall But I guess you made your mind up

You and me forever, guess I should have known Thought we'd be together, wound up all alone Guess you made your mind up Oh, such a shame to wind up

Staring at the ceiling, bouncing off the wall Kind of had a feeling, thought that you might call But I guess you made your mind up You made your mind up

You made your mind up You made your mind up

Oh, how true that song was.

I'm sorry is all I can say. I have a fam-horde (Family horde) here so updating's been a pain in the arse. I'm also sorry for everyone who wanted Ali and George to work. It was never meant to be