Hi, hi! So it's been awhile I know, but I'm updating! I just really wanted to work on something different and here I am! :) So anyway, there are a few people who've asked for Cameos and I SWEAR, BoristheCheshireCat and ECC309 that I will put you in! I just have to find places for you!

So since I haven't updated, and I'm slightly determined to finish this at the moment, I'll set the bar pretty low for reviews. How does three reviews sound before the next update?

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George was pacing his and Emily's room. He had no idea what he was gonna tell Paul. He'd already told Leslie to try and get over him, and now that she had, he was trying to help Paul get her back. It was all a mess. I huffed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"George," Emily said seriously as she watched him pace from the bed, "What's gotten into you?" She laughed at him lightly as he groaned and plopped down on the end of the bed. Emily crawled up to him and she kissed the side of his neck as she put her arms around his shoulders. George leaned his head back against her shoulder and closed his eyes.

"I told Leslie not to let it bother her that Paul was having a picnic with that Linda chick and then after I saw Linda kiss Paul, I told Paul I'd help him by talking to Leslie and now Leslie's over him and I don't know how I'm gonna tell him." Emily sighed and she kissed his cheek quickly before he opened his eyes. They looked at each other for a few minutes in complete silence.

"I thought that we weren't thinking about relationships or work or home life while we're on vacation." she said cocking an eyebrow, "And I could have sworn you, George Harrison, were the one to make that rule." George rolled his eyes and Emily smirked at him.

"Well I can't help it now!" George said, "Les is gonna hate me if I don't say anything to Paul and if I do, Paul's gonna hate me because I was the one to tell Leslie to get over him! I've only managed to make it worse, Em!"

Emily sighed and seemed to be trying to come up with a response to him when a cry was heard through the paper thin walls of the hotel.

"Paul stop it!" George sat up quickly and Emily got up off the bed.

"You might not have to say anything to either of them." she mumbled knowing her sister's voice. There was a bit of a thud and Emily started to head for the door when Leslie rushed in crying. She had a bruise on her arm and her left cheek was bright red. She collapsed into Emily, who gasped and looked at George with worry. He gritted his teeth as he looked back at her. He walked toward the door and he jerked the door open.

"George, come back!" Emily called carefully pushing Leslie away from her. She walked after George and she sighed as she watched him hurry to Paul's room. He shoved the door open and Emily heard him yelling. Leslie walked passed her and she disappeared into Paul's room. Emily followed her and saw George and Paul arguing while Leslie tried to break in somewhere.

Emily watched the fighting go on and she knew if it went any farther, George was gonna start throwing punches. Leslie was yelling and trying to get their attention, but they wouldn't listen. She looked so torn apart by their fighting. Finally Emily had enough and decided to cut in. George wouldn't dare try and get at Paul if she was between them and Paul wouldn't either considering how angry George happened to Leslie.

"HEY!" Emily yelled standing in between them, "LOOK AT HER!" Emily pointed to Leslie who was sobbing as she watched them argue. Paul looked away from George and at Leslie. He lost the overly angered look he was giving George.

George turned and looked at her and he didn't seem to know what to do. He started to say something to her, but she shook her head and left the room. George looked at Emily, who gave him her best glare before she hurried after her little sister.

"Les!" she called, leaving the two supposed mates standing there in Paul's room, "Leslie wait up!" Leslie was stumbling as she tried to hurry away through her tears. She fell on her hands and knees, which let Emily catch up to her easily. She helped up Leslie and she put her arms around her. Leslie continued to cry for a good five minutes, and Emily just let her.

"They're tearing me apart!" she cried after a while. Emily took in a deep breath and nodded as she stroked Leslie's blond hair.

"I know," she said gently before she kissed the top of her head, "Les, I'm so sorry."

"I just don't know what to do anymore!" Leslie sobbed, as fresh tears fell down her face. Emily pulled her back and she looked at her.

"Les, you need to listen to me OK?" She said firmly, but gently, "Forget everything Paul or George has told you." Leslie looked confused and Emily wiped off her face, being gently with her left cheek since it looked to be starting to bruise a little.

"What do you mean?" she choked, wincing as Emily tried to look at her injured cheek in the twilight.

"I mean I want you to think back at everything Paul's told you since you met him and forget it all." Emily said, "And do the same with George, OK?"

"But why?" Leslie asked, "I don't want to forget all that."

"Because you need to figure out why you're doing all this." Emily said, "Why are you pretending to be over Paul?"

"Because George told me to." Leslie said with a sniffle. Emily nodded.

"And why aren't you really over Paul?" Emily asked raising her eyebrows.

"Because Paul told me that he loved me." Leslie admitted. Emily nodded again and, Leslie sighed and closed her eyes. She hugged Emily again and she sighed, "I get it." she whispered.

"Les, you need to make decisions on what you want. If you like Paul then don't let George try and keep you from him. I'm not saying to get back with Paul though either, because you could very well be trying to get back with Paul because you want to believe he loves you." Emily said gently. Leslie pulled back with a slightly hurt expression, "I'm not saying he doesn't, Les, but there's no way you're going to know for sure right now!" Leslie nodded in understanding.

"OK," she said timidly.

"So, you want to tell me who exactly hit you and why?" Emily asked, turning back to worried older sister.

"Paul did," Leslie whispered, "Because he was getting a little too close for my liking and I shoved him away. He grabbed my arm and that's when I yelled. He slapped me then and I fell." Emily nodded and tried not to get to angry at the fact that Paul hit her little sister.

"OK," Emily said, "It's getting late. We should be getting back." Leslie nodded and they went back to George and Emily's room. George was siting on the bed, looking like he felt guilty. When they walked in he looked up and got up.

"Les-"

"No," Emily said giving him an angry look. He looked at her and realized Emily was just and upset with him as Leslie was.

"Em, Please, I-" She shook her head again and pointed at the door.

"Out." she said firmly. George nodded and left the room. He shut the door gently and Leslie gave Emily a small smile.

"You didn't have to do that." she said, "I would have gone to sleep in my room." Emily chuckled.

"I was gonna make him sleep somewhere else anyway." she mumbled, still rather mad at him for acting the way he did. They both changed clothes and shared the bed in the room. Leslie felt kinda bad for causing George and Emily to fight, but Emily told her it wasn't her fault and they both went to sleep.