Leslie walked into her room and slammed the door shut. Why was she here? It wasn't fair! Leslie groaned and threw a pillow at random. This trip was suppose to let her forget about all that, and now that was ruined because Linda showed up. She and Paul were getting back to being friends again! Why did that blonde woman have to ruin everything!?

A knock on her door interrupted her angry thoughts. She took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. It was George and he looked worried about her.

"Are you OK?" he asked softly. Leslie looked at her feet and nodded, even though she was far from OK. She'd never in her life hated anyone and suddenly there was this Linda. George stepped closer and I collapsed into him, suddenly sobbing. George hugged me and pushed me back into my room. He shut the door gently before he tried to comfort me a bit.

"It'll be alright, Les," he said giving me a smile, "I'm sure that Paul doesn't want to be around her."

"But he does!" Leslie yelled, "He likes her and he agreed to have a nice little romantic picnic on the beach!"

"So?" George asked, "I thought you didn't want to be with him anymore." I lowered my gaze and bit my lip.

"Well I didn't," she said quietly, "I mean I do! But now I don't even have a chance! Linda's older than me! She's closer to Paul's age and she's not childish and ten years younger than him like I am."

"You are not childish,Les," George said rolling his eyes, "I know you better than any of the lads, you know other than Paul, and you are a lot of things and Childish is not one of them."

"But she's still not 18." She said crossing her arms over her chest, "She's older and she looks more mature than me."

"Leslie," George rolled his eyes, "If Paul doesn't want to be with you that's his problem. You've got to show him that you don't care."

Leslie made a face at him, "What?"

"I mean," George huffed, "If you want him to think you're mature, you have to show him that you've moved on and that you don't mind him being with someone else."

"But I do mind, Georgie!" she said covering her face, "It hurts."

"I know, but like I said," George said, "If he doesn't want you, then that's his problem." Leslie sighed and nodded. She wasn't if what George was saying was true, but she did miss Paul dreadfully and she really didn't like that Linda was around.

She did know however that she had to get him back.

Paul was walking on the beach with Linda. He wasn't too sure how he felt about it, but Linda kept saying how it wasn't a date and how she just wanted to talk. That's what got all this mess started.

He'd agreed to come to this little picnic thing to get her to leave him alone. As he sat next to Linda on the red and white checked cliche blanket, he only thought about Leslie. He missed her dreadfully, and he wasn't really sure how she might be feeling about Linda being here.

She seemed alright when she was talking to the Dim-witted Tanner, but as soon as Linda showed up, she lost the smile that they'd all worked hard to bring back.

"So, Paulie," Linda said putting her hand on top of his, "How funny is it that you and I ended up here at the same time?"

Paul pulled his hand back and rested it in his lap, "Um, yeah..." he said looking awkwardly away from her, "Funny." He forced a laugh before he looked down the beach.

Linda kept yapping on and on about things that Paul didn't care about. He nodded along for a while before he gasped lightly.

"Paulie," Linda said frowning slightly, "What's wrong?"

Paul looked at her and then back at the two people walking up the sand holding hands. He clenched his teeth and smiled at Linda.

"I'm fine," he said, trying not to let it show how jealous he suddenly felt. How could Leslie do that? Why would she take a nice walk on the beach with him? He looked at his lap and tried to listen to Linda to get his mind off Leslie and the ding-a-ling she was walking and flirting with.

"Oh, hi there Paul," Tanner said as they got closer to where Paul and Linda were. Paul looked up quickly at Leslie who was biting her lip.

"Hi," Paul said back, "What're you guys up to?"

"We're just walking," Leslie said shyly, "What about you guys?"

"We're having a nice picnic!" Linda said with a smirk at Leslie. Paul sighed and looked over at her.

"We were just talking really," Paul said, trying to tell Leslie that it wasn't what it looked like. She didn't get it.

"Well have fun with your date then?" Leslie said, sounding a bit hurt, "C'mon Tanner."

They walked away and Paul sighed as Linda started to talk again. When the sun started to go down Paul finally just got up.

"Listen, Linda, you're really nice and everything, but," He was going to tell her about Leslie and how much he still loved her, but Linda go up and stopped him.

"Paulie," she said, "If you're going to tell me that you still have feelings for Leslie, then I'm not going to listen. She's over you, so move on."

"But she-"

"No, Paul, just look at her," Linda pointed to Leslie and Tanner who were standing really close to each other. They were about to kiss and Paul couldn't bare to watch it. He looked down as Linda took his hand, "Paul, she's too young for you anyway. She's only 18."

Paul looked up at Linda and felt hurt that someone would say that to him. He loved Leslie, and he was trying his hardest to get her back. He didn't care how old she was. He was about to tell Linda that when a kiss was pressed to his lips. He was slightly shocked as Linda pulled back and smiled at him.

"Get over her Paul," she said. Paul only sighed and walked away from her. He didn't care what she did after that. He just wanted to be away from her.

Too bad a certain George Harrison took what was going on a little differently.