So, I'm sorry I haven't updated this in a while. I had major writers block. So I thank Shelpel98 for the idea for a good bit of this story. Read her stuff, it's good. Anyway I hope you like it!

The next few days were alright. Not a whole lot of excitement. Leslie took pictures of things she found interesting ans she found herself taking a lot of secret pictures of Paul. She only took a picture of something, if the light was in a cool place or if it was a fun angle. Paul seemed to always have a cool angle and the sunlight seemed to following him just so Leslie could take pictures of him.

She had to force herself not to take a picture of him as she sat on the beach with him, George, and John. She sighed and felt her hand twitch as she forced it not to move to her camera.

"So," George said biting his lip, "What should we do now?" John and Paul shrugged. Ringo and Maureen had left a few days ago for back home, and Emily and Cynthia were doing something together for the rest of the day. Leslie was stuck with the boys.

"Maybe we can go see Holly," She said shrugging. George shrugged back, and John made a face at her, "What? I'm bored out of my mind! You'd think the Beatles would be fun to hang out with!"

Paul laughed, "I am fun!" he said shoving her shoulder, "You just refuse to have any!"

"And you're used to us," George said smirking, "But I suppose we can go and see Holly if you like." He stood up and held his hand out to Leslie. She grinned and took it before the two of them started running down the beach to where Holly lived.

George and Leslie laughed as they slid to a stop as they came to the beach house. Holly came out and smiled.

"Hi guys," she said grinning, "Who won that time?"

George shrugged and Leslie smirked, "It was me," she said. George rolled his eyes and shoved her shoulder lightly. She giggled as the others caught up to them. Paul handed Leslie her camera.

"you nearly forgot it." he said with a smirk, "Then how would you take pictures of me when you think I'm not looking?" Leslie's eyes got really wide and Paul laughed before he pecked her cheek quickly.

"Hello Holly," he said waving. She waved back at him.

"Hi Paul," she said back.

"Hol! Where'd you go!?" a guy called from inside the house. Holly sighed and rolled her eyes.

"I'm out here you nit-wit!" she yelled over her shoulder. Leslie giggled and Holly shook her head. Leslie was suddenly frozen however when she got a look at this boy.

He was tall. He had light eyes, and blonde hair. He was muscular and he wasn't wearing a shirt. She gulped and cleared her throat nervously. George glanced at her and she knew he was holding back laughter. She elbowed him in the ribs with a whisper to shut up, even though he didn't say anything. He groaned and clutched his hand to his ribs and the boy walked up. Leslie's hopes dropped when he slid his arm around Holly's waist.

"Guys," Holly rolled her eyes and shoved him away, "This is my annoying cousin, Tanner."

Leslie perked up a little, Cousin? She bit her lip and tangled her fingers together in front of her. Paul glanced at her and gritted his teeth. He was already losing her and now there was this guy? This was fantastic!

"Um, Tanner, these are George, Paul, John, and Leslie." Holly said pointing to them.

"Hey," he said with a crooked grin and Leslie. She blushed lightly and waved a little.

"Hi," George said, sort of clearing his throat as he spoke. Leslie looked at him and he rolled his eyes.

"Well anyway," John said, "We're bored and we were wondering if you wanted to be bored with us." Holly laughed and shook her head.

"I can't," she said apologetically, "I have to make sure Tanner has something to do while his mother is out with mine."

"Oh well he can come along," Leslie said quickly.

"No he can't," Paul countered without thinking. She frowned at him and saw the jealousy in his hazel eyes. She sighed and looked at her feet. Now Tanner'd never want to come along.

"That sounds fun," Tanner said. Leslie snapped her gaze up to him and smiled. He smiled back and waggled his eyebrows at her. Holly grinned.

"M'kay," Holly said before she walked over to them, "C'mon Tanner," She rolled her eyes before Tanner walked over to them.

They started to walk down the beach. Holly and John were goofing off and dancing with each other as they walked. George was kicking sand and watching the ground, and Leslie was awkwardly walking next to Tanner while Paul drug behind watching them jealously.

"So, what's your name again?" Tanner asked giving her a charming smile.

"Oh, it's Leslie. Leslie Peters." she said quickly. He nodded.

"Well I'm Tanner McKenzie." Tanner said, casually sliding his hand into hers. She bit her lip and blushed.

"Well Tanner," she said, "What are somethings you like to do?"

Tanner shrugged, "I play football." he said plainly. Leslie wasn't sure if he meant football like in England or actual football. He didn't have an american accent like Holly, and he looked european. You ever thought someone looked european? Isn't funny how you can just tell sometimes?

She decided to ask him more, "Where're you from?" she asked biting her lip.

"I'm from Scotland," he said nodding. Leslie still had no idea which football he meant. She didn't know if scottish people called soccer football.

"OK," Leslie felt a bit awkward suddenly. She stopped and looked at her camera. She bit her lip and took a random picture as she turned around. She caught a picture of Paul, looking sad and jealous. She wondered if he thought she liked Tanner. She did sort of, but he seemed a bit dim.

"So, do you play any instruments?" Leslie asked hoping a conversation would start soon.

Tanner shook his head, "No," he said, "It's all noise to me." Leslie sighed.

"OK, well do you like to read?" she asked. ONce again Tanner shook his head. Her shoulders slumped a little.

"What do you like to do, Lilly?" he asked. Leslie frowned.

"Um, it's Leslie," she said, "And I like to do alot of things. I like to draw and read and play my guitar. I like to travel and take pictures."

"Well then you'll fit right in with Holly." Tanner scoffed. Leslie scrunched up her nose.

"Um, I do," she said, "She and I have become very close."

"Well that sounds just fab doesn't it?' Tanner said sarcastically. Leslie was disliking this person more and more. She sighed and let go of his hand suddenly. He gave her a funny look before looking straight ahead.

"Les!" Holly called over her shoulder, "Please come and have some fun up here with us!" Leslie giggled and ran up to her. Holly took her hand and started swinging them back and forth. Leslie laughed as John took her other hand and did the same as Holly.

"So how was talking with Tanner?" Holly said making a face. Leslie gave a slightly uncomfortable face.

"It was...so awkward to tell you the truth." Leslie said with a laugh.

Holly giggled, "Yeah he's not the brightest crayon in the box. I dread when he and his mum come to visit. He's so dull!" she said leaning her head on Leslie's shoulder, "You seemed to like him when he showed up."

"Well, he's a boy with muscles and no shirt on," John cut in with a wink a Leslie, "And I'm sure there's always the fact that it's fun to make Paulie squirm."

"John!" Leslie protested, "I'd never make Paul Jealous on purpose! Yes, Tanner is hot, but I'm not with Paul anymore. It's his problem if he thought I liked him."

Holly laughed and Leslie was about to go one whent hey all heard:

"PAULIE!" a girl yelled. Leslie frowned and turned around quickly.

"Oh, and now she gets to be jealous," John smirked. Leslie slapped his arm before she gulped back the jealousy that was in fact rising in her throat as a blonde woman, one that Leslie had seen before, walked up to Paul. He smiled at her before they caught up to the rest of the group.

"Paul," George spoke in a frighteningly low voice. Leslie walked over and took his hand. He looked at her and shook her head. George cleared his throat, "Who's this?"

Paul looked nervous. He looked at Leslie apologetically,"Um, this is Linda. Linda Eastman." he gulped and looked away from Leslie as the pain entered her eyes. She was the woman leslie was trying to forget about.

This trip was suddenly the worst of her life.