George woke up as the sun came up the next morning. He groaned and pulled the covers over his head. Why did he always wake up when he had nothing else to do? He turned over and saw Emily was fast asleep. She was facing him and her arms were clutched to her chest. She sighed in her sleep and she moved closer to George. He put his arm around her waist and he kissed her forehead lightly.

"I love you, Emily." he said to her. He wasn't sure if she was hearing, but he didn't really care, "I don't know what I ever did without you." George watched her sleep for a while before she snuggled into him and groaned lightly.

"Morning," he said with a light chuckle. She looked up at him and he kissed her cheek.

"Hi," she said, "Is anyone else up yet?" George shrugged and got out of bed. He put on some clothes and went over to Leslie's room. He knocked before he pushed open the door. She wasn't in there and he made a face. He turned around and went to the next room. It was John and Cynthia's. He decided not to knock there. He found he was at Paul's room. He knew he should talk to him, but he was still sort of mad at him. He knocked anyway, and no one answered.

He cracked the door open and saw Leslie lying in bed with him. They were both awake and they were having a quiet conversation. Leslie giggled a few times and Paul pecked her forehead before George was noticed. Leslie looked at him and blushed.

"Hiya, Geo." she said with a sheepish wave. He nodded and walked away slowly, unsure of how he felt about what he'd just seen. He went back to his and Emily's room and sat on the bed. He made a face as Emily came out of the bathroom. She was dressed in a sundress and a pair of sandals.

"What's wrong?" she asked, pausing from brushing her hair. George looked at her and bit his lip.

"Les was in Paul's room." he said numbly. Emily giggled.

"Yeah?" she asked going back to brushing her hair. She looked in the mirror and concluded that George was freaked out, "They weren't...going at it...or anything...right?" Emily turned around slowly and George blushed before laughing nervously.

"NO!" he said quickly, "No, they weren't." he said with a nod. Emily nodded too before she pulled her long auburn hair into a ponytail.

"That's good right?" she asked slowly. George nodded and stood up, "I mean they're still friends...sort of..."

"Yeah," George said, realizing they were freaking each other out by this point. They were suddenly running to Paul's room. They got there just in time for Leslie to come out, fully dressed and ready for the day.

"Hi guys," she said noticing their freaked out looks, "How's it going?"

"Great!" EMily said a little too quickly, "What about you?" George nodded along with her and Leslie gave them a funny look.

"I'm fine," she said glancing into Paul's room, wishing he'd hurry up, "I was just gonna go to the beach with Paul and maybe take a few pictures."

Emily nodded and George cleared his throat, "You're going with-with Paul?" he asked. leslie blushed a little and nodded.

"Is that OK?" she asked mostly checking just in case they wanted to do something else.

"Yep!" George said nodding, "That's fine!" Leslie nodded slowly and gave them a sideways look as Paul walked out of his room and took her hand.

"Let's go, Paul," Leslie said tearing her gaze from her weird sister and soon-to-be-Brother-in-law. Paul nodded they they walked away.

"Aw!" Emily said as soon as they were out of earshot, "They're going to the beach together!"

George sighed, "So?" he asked rolling his eyes.

"So that means she forgives him!" Emily said smiling. She grabbed George's hand and pulled him off toward the beach.

"C'mon," she said, "Let's spy on them." George laughed a little and they followed Paul and Leslie to the beach.

"We're so gonna get caught..." George mumbled. Emily giggled and loved the childish feeling she was having.

Leslie took a picture of Paul in secret. He was leaning back on his hands with his arms straight out behind him. He was looking straight ahead and he had a slight frown on his face, like he was thinking about something important. He was dripping wet and his hair was plastered to his forehead. He and Leslie had just come back from a swim.

"Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?" she asked before pursing her lips.

"You." Paul said simply. Leslie wasn't surprised to hear that, and she was trying hard not to smile.

"What about me?" she asked, a small grin coming through. He glanced at her and chuckled at her goofy grin.

"I always think about you." he said as she leaned a bit closer to him, "well not always, but most always."

Leslie giggled and took another secret picture of him. It wasn't much of a secret because he was looking at her. He laughed and took her camera from her. He poked her belly button, making her laugh, before he snapped what he thought was probably the most beautiful picture ever. She snatched her camera back before giggling and crossing her legs underneath her. She leaned on her elbows, propping up her chin on her hand.

"So," she said suddenly very serious, "What have you been doing since we got here?"

Paul shrugged and smiled at her, "Mostly talked to John. He's not as mad at me as the others are."

"Emily's not mad at you." Leslie said gently, "And I'm not mad at you anymore."

"George is." Paul sighed, "And I know Ringo's not all that happy."

"But isn't what matters that I'm not mad at you anymore?" Leslie asked before picking up his hand, "I don't think they have much of say on that bit."

Paul laughed and looped their fingers together, "I suppose..." he said rolling his eyes playfully. Leslie laughed and she kissed his cheek.

"Let's go for another swim." she said standing up. She took another picture of him just as he giggled. She set her camera down before they walked over to the water.

They went out pretty far and Leslie was surprised to see how clear the water was. She went completely under and Paul followed her. He wrapped his arms around her and he pressed his lips to her cheek. Her blonde hair was floating all around her face and Paul nearly laughed. She smiled and her arms wound around his neck. He looked at her before he realized his lungs burned a little from oxygen deprivation. They resurfaced and Leslie kept her arms around him. He rested his hands on her hips before he took a chance.

He brought his lips to hers and he kissed her, trying to tell her everything he could. That he was sorry, and that he loved her and that he missed her and needed her back. She kissed back before pulling away and swimming back to the beach.

"Way to ruin everything Paul." He scolded himself as he slowly made his way back to the beach. He found her sitting on the sand building a sandcastle. He sat down silently and helped her, trying to ignore the awkwardness. She started to smile as they started to decorate the castle with sea shells and seaweed and pretty much anything they could find.

When it was finished, Leslie wrote with her finger in the sand:

Made by Leslie Peters and Paul McCartney.

She drew a heart around the whole castle and Paul smiled. She picked up her camera and took a few pictures of it before glancing at Paul. He was walking around the general area watching his feet as he walked. Leslie took a picture of his feet and his foot prints. She then took a picture of him with his concentrated expression back on his face.

She knew she must have hurt his feelings running away from him after he kissed her, but she just wanted to work on being his friend for now. She liked when he made her laugh and she liked being able to talk to him. She also liked his kisses, but she didn't want them. Not yet anyway. She was still trying to get the image of him kissing Linda out of her head.

After a while of taking random pictures of Paul and the ocean he pulled her by the hand to a giant rock. He climbed up on it and laughed as he did a pose that made him look like some sort of hero. How could she resist taking his picture then? He helped her up and she took a picture of their feet. Paul held her hand as he held her steady on the wet slippery rock.

Later, they were walking back to the hotel. It was past lunch and nearly dinner time, but neither of them were that hungry. Leslie held Paul's hand innocently as they walked toward the hotel.

They bumped into George and Emily and they seemed to get a bit nervous again.

"What has gotten into you guys?" Leslie asked with a laugh. George suddenly changed the subject.

"I'm hungry, You guys want to get something to eat?" he asked. Emily laughed at him and Paul shook his head.

"Naw, I'm going to go take a shower or something." he said before walking away. Leslie gave him a friendly smile before he turned around completely.

"Where're we eatin'?" she asked looping her arm with George's.