I just want you all to know, I didn't get any reviews on the last chapter. I really need your feedback on this because this is probably my least favorite story. I didn't like "It won't be long" and I'm not really liking this one so far. I need to know what you guys think of this!

Because I didn't get any reviews this is a short chapter...Sorry :( I really need a review!

No new update until I get at least two!

~Tasha~

After Julian and everyone else had their cake, everyone but Paul and George went home. George and Emily were snuggled up under a blanket on the couch and Leslie and paul were in the music room.

Paul had his arms wrapped around Leslie on the couch in there. They'd moved the couch away from the lyrics george wrote on the wall a while ago because Emily loved them so much so it was now against the opposite wall. Leslie was staring at them deep in thought.

"Les?" Paul asked cocking an eyebrow at her. "Were you even listening?" Leslie felt bad suddenly.

"No," she admitted, "Gosh I'm sorry." He sighed and threw his head back against the back of the couch.

"Les," he moaned, "You said I could talk to you about this!" He was referring to his arguments with John.

"I know, I was just thinking about Emily and George getting married." Leslie said giving him an apologetic look, "I was just- I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine." he mumbled getting up from the couch suddenly, "I have to go now."

"Oh Paul you aren't upset with me are you?" she asked worriedly, "I really am sorry." Paul sighed and pulled her up off the couch.

"No I'm not..." Paul said. Leslie didn't hear the rest of what he said because George and Emily walked by the door heading to the stairs. Paul groaned and let go of Leslie as he walked out of the music room.

"Paul, wait a second!" she called after him, "That's not fair! I was distracted!"

"Les!" Paul said loudly, "You can't even tell me what I was going to tell you!" Leslie looked at her hands as he walked toward the door.

"Paul, I'm sorry!" she said, near tears.

"You said that already." Paul said, "I'm having a hard enough time getting John to listen to me, now I can't even get my own girlfriend to listen to me."

He opened the door and Leslie felt her heart break a little when it slammed shut. She held back a loud sob until she got to her bedroom. She hoped George and Emily couldn't hear her. Tonight was a special night for them and she didn't want to mess it up for them.

Paul walked down the dork street, trying not be angry. He'd left Leslie because he was scared of what he might've done to her if he got too mad. He was upset with her because she'd told him very seriously that he could talk to her about his arguments with John. She helped him figure out why they were started and all that and he needed help. The fights had gotten better since he'd been telling her about them, and he couldn't figure out why she'd decided to stop listening.

He sighed and let out a shiver. He'd left his coat and his car back at Leslie's and that was his plan so he'd be forced to go back and talk to her. He knew he'd hurt her by leaving, but he was afraid he might hurt her even more if he lost his temper.

He meant it when he told her he loved her, and he was planning on eventually marrying her and building a life and family with her.

Took another breath as he started to cross the street. Headlights appeared suddenly and breaks screeched as Paul winced, nearly being hit by the car.

"Oh my!" A woman said as she got out of the driver side of the car, "I'm so sorry! I didn't see you until-"

"I'm fine..." he said looked at her. She was tall, she had dirty blonde hair and she had hazel eyes and a few freckles across her nose. She was rather pretty and Paul's mind went a little blank.

"Um, I'm Linda." she said softly, "Linda Eastman."

"Paul McCartney." he said. She smiled and Paul forgot why he was out on a walk. He forgot all about Leslie and what happened between them.

"Do you need a ride?" she asked kindly. Paul almost nodded, but he remembered Leslie suddenly.

"Um, No I have to get back to my-" should he really tell her he had a girlfriend? He decided no.

"Well I could give you a ride to wherever it is." she said smiling. Paul took a breath and nodded.

"Sure why not?"