Charlie's POV-

Now long after Paul and George left, Jessica waltzed in with a dreamy sigh. I had been reading a book on my bed when she plopped down and sprawled herself out on the comforter.

"What's got you so happy?" I asked scowling. Why did she get to be so happy when I was trying to figure out why George was Jealous of Paul?

" I just got back from eating dinner with Ringo!" She squealed. I rolled my eyes and she sat up and pouted.

"Just because you're mad at me for something I can't figure out, doesn't mean you have to be so mean! I thought you'd be at least a little bit happy for me!" Jessica said loudly. I blinked at her and shook my head.

"I am happy for you, Jess," I mumbled. I really was deep deep deep down. But I was mostly jealous.

"No you are not. You don't think it's fair that I should get to have Ringo when you can't seem to make up your mind about George." She said. That comment hurt a little bit. I stood up quickly.

"I can so make up my mind!" I scolded, "And besides that it's none of your business whether I like him or not! Which I don't!" I said crossing my arms over my chest.

"No, it's not my business at all." Jessica rolled her eyes, "He's not in my cousin's band. He's not your best friend's (Ringo) best mate either! And It's really not my business at all when you, my best friend has a crush on my cousin and so-to-be- boyfriend's bandmate!" I had a hard time following her logic.

"Um, I don't know exactly what you said about half-way through, but I'm pretty sure just because John's your cousin and is friends with George doesn't mean you have a right to try and put us together! Especially when one of us is going to get hurt out of false information given to the other!" OK, my logic didn't make sense that time even to me. Jessica frowned and took a second to think it through before she scoffed, rolled her eyes and left the room. I'm pretty sure I totally deflated her happy mood that she'd built up when she was with Ringo, but what made her think she got to decide who I liked?

I huffed and plopped down on my bed. I threw my book at the door right as it opened. It his poor George right in the knee.

"OW!" he cried clasping his hands over his knee as he hopped over to the bed. My eyes got wide and I rushed over to him.

"Oh, gosh, George I'm so sorry!" I said worriedly. I helped him sit down and he rubbed his knee.

"It's OK love," He said grinning reassuringly at me. I smiled back and sighed, "I was just coming to check on you. Jessica came in looking close to tears and Ringo went all crazy trying to make her feel better." I rolled my eyes and found it very difficult to look at him. Jessica and I had had a fight over him after all.

"I suppose you wanna know why then?" I asked raising my eyebrows. He nodded gently and I shook my head, "I can't tell you."

"Why not!?" He asked, sounding genuinely hurt. I snapped my gaze up at him.

"Because I just can't!" I responded a little bit too harsh. George sighed roughly and stood up.

"Fine," He said, sounding once again very hurt. I reached out to him and he stopped.

"George, please, I'm sorry." I said. I couldn't handle him leaving again. I've already upset him once today, and I've managed to get my best friend to hate me in a matter of minutes, "I'm just trying to figure everything out. Don't go." George looked at me and he looked really sad.

"I'll get Paul to come and talk to you." he said, pulling away from my grasp and leaving; closing the door gently. I slowly sat on the bed and closed my eyes. How do I manage to get everyone to hate me in such a short time?

Paul walked into the room and he sat down next to me,

"So you've upset Jess, and George. Way to go, little sis!" He said sarcastically. He was joking of course, but it only reminded me how bad a felt. A tear slid down my cheek and Paul sobered up a little, "Hey, Char! They don't hate you or anything! I'm sure the argument you and Jess had wasn't really that big of a deal, and I'm sure George doesn't hate you."

I nodded and he wiped the tear from my cheek, "Now tell me what you fought about." I sighed and put my head on his shoulder.

"Jessica and John keep trying to set me up with George, and I don't like him. I don't wanna hurt his feelings if he does like me, but I don't want to even have to think about telling him. Jessica claims it's her business just as much as it is mine, but it's not at all. She says she's just trying to help, but one of us is going to get hurt if she keeps pushing us together." I said shaking my head. Paul laughed suddenly.

"I know what you and Jess fought about, love. I was talking about why George's upset with ya." he giggled. I frowned.

"George and I didn't fight." I shook my head, "I just couldn't tell him he was the reason Jessica and I were arguing. That would be too embarrassing. He took offense and left saying he'd send you in." Paul laughed and got up. He held out his hand and pulled me out of the room. We walked across the hall to the boy's room and I saw Jessica giggling with Ringo and John over something while George combed his hair in a mirror. I couldn't look at any of them. I still felt terrible.

"Alrighty, Eppy will be here any moment, so hurry up and be ready, lads." Paul said pushing me to sit next to him on the couch. I put my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. I wasn't going to look at George and I wasn't gonna looked at Jessica. I couldn't bare it.