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George groaned and knew he had to find a place to sleep for the night. There was no way he was thinking with Paul and he was sure John and Cynthia didn't want him in their room. Ringo and Maureen room was already being used by someone else and he felt it would be weird if he slept in Leslie's room. He decided he wasn't tired anyway.

He kicked up sand as he walked. He felt terrible for upsetting Leslie, but Paul had hit her. He was infuriated by it and he couldn't think of anything other than to yell at him. There was hitting him too, but Emily got in the way before he could. He wouldn't dare hit Paul if Emily was at risk of getting hurt. She must have known that. He walked down into the water and splashed around in the dark until he felt tired. By then the sun was coming up.

He headed back to the hotel and found Paul up and talking to John and Cynthia. They glared at each other before George went to his room. He'd forgotten momentarily that he was kicked out of there. He rested his forehead on the door and sighed. He gently knocked on the door and he bit his lip while he waited for someone to answer.

Emily opened the door looking dreadful, almost as if she'd been crying. George looked at her, wanting nothing more than to make her feel better, "What do you want, George?" She asked sounding annoyed by him. He sighed and looked at hos feet. He knew she'd never except am apology until he first apologized to Leslie, so he shook his head.

"Nothing, I just need a change of clothes." He said sadly. He didn't look at her, he knew he didn't deserve to. She stepped aside for him and he got some clothes before he walked back out of the room. He'd noticed Leslie still asleep in the bed. He saw a shadow of a bruise on her cheek and she seemed to be in the same state, if not worse than, as Emily. He felt dreadfully terrible for what happened the night before. He sighed deeply and walked out of the room. Emily followed him and they looked at each other.

"Where did you end up sleeping?" She asked shyly. George shook his head and looked back down at his feet.

"I didn't," he said, not even wanting sleep either.

"Oh, Geo, you must be exhausted!" Emily said worriedly. George chuckled and shook his head.

"No, love, I'm fine," He said leaning back against the railing behind him. He looked at his feet again and he heard Emily sigh, "Couldn't sleep if I wanted to anyway," he mumbled. Emily took a step toward him and he look up at her.

"Em, where'd you go?" Leslie called from inside the room. Emily looked behind her and then back at George.

"I need to go," she said blankly. She started to turn away from him and he felt like he needed her then, more than anything.

"Em, wait," he said taking a deep breath. He took her hand and she turns back to him. She looked at him, looking like a shy teenager. He tugged on her hand until she was close enough to him to kiss her. He knew she was upset with him, but he didn't care. He kissed her and she pulled back gently. She closed her eyes and she let him kiss her again before she turned away from him and went back to Leslie. He saw her give him another glance before she shut the door behind her. He felt the corners of his mouth twitch up before he used John and Cynthia's room to change.

Once he was changed he walked back out to hear Emily laughing. He smiled at the sound and wondered who had made her laugh so happily. When he found her she was with Leslie and John. He walked up and Leslie's smile fell from her face. She refused to look at him and he knew then that he very well might have lost one of his very best mates. He sighed and John gave him a strange look of pity before George told Emily he was going to get something to eat. She nodded and he found she wasn't looking him in the eye either. He nearly broke down then. He couldn't lose Emily, not now. Not after all he'd gone through to get her.

He walked away and he heard Leslie groan about something. Emily watched him go and she looked back at Leslie.

"Why are we mad at George, Em?" Leslie asked feeling like she'd put George through enough torture by not speaking to him.

"Les-"

"No, Emily, Geo is my best friend! I did what you said and forgot the advice he gave me, but I hate to see him so miserable. And he was only trying to protect me last night." Emily sighed and looked at Leslie.

"I do miss him," she mumbled. Leslie smirked and shoved Emily's shoulder.

"Besides I'm not even mad at Paul anymore either." Leslie said, "go and talk to George and I'll try and talk to Paulie." Emily nodded and hurried after George. Emily looked around for Paul and she saw him walking into his room. She followed him quickly and she knocked on his half open door. He turned around and winced when he saw the bruise on her cheek and upper arm. He'd given that to her. He was disgusted with himself because of it. He ashamedly looked at the floor. He sighed and Leslie walked up to him. He stood in front of her, but he refused to look up at her.

"I still love you," she whispered. He still didn't look at her, "I don't care if you hit me or if you like some other older blond either. Paul, I love you and I just thought you ought to know."

She figured she wasn't gonna get anything out of him so she started to leave again. She made it all the way to the door before she heard him speak.

"I love you too," he whispered back. She smiled and walked out of the room. At least she knew he loved her. Even if he likes some other girl who has slightly violent anger issues.

She walked down the stairs and looked for Emily. She was with George and Leslie smiled when she saw George kissing her over and over. Leslie was sure he was confessing all hos love to her. She sighed and watched them, wishing she and Paul would go back to the way they were. At least go back to being friends like just yesterday. She watched George and Emily speak to one another and they kissed every now and again. She was glad they were back together and happy, but she felt lonely and left out. She loved Paul, but he was being distant and she could tell that he wasn't sure if he wanted her anymore. She decided right then and there that she needed a boy who liked her and one that was her own age. One that wasn't a famous bassist in a band. If Paul decided that he really wanted her then she might give him another chance but she doubted that he would try very hard anymore.

"You OK?" John asked putting his arms around her. She laughed and leaned back against his chest.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Johnny." She sighed. She looked out at where George and Emily were, but she didn't find them. She frowned, "where'd George and Em go?" John chuckled and squeezed her tighter.

"They went for a walk." John said gently. She knew John cared about her as much as the rest of them did and she saw him like her playful big brother. She loved him as much as she loved George, "Paulie told me and Cynthia what he did to ya." He said. She turned around so he could see her cheek and he grimaced.

"He got you pretty good didn't he?" He chuckled. Leslie laughed as his thumb moved over the bruise.

"Yeah, but I something it's much of a big deal" she said shrugging. John shrugged back and Leslie wrapped her arms around his neck. He hugged her and she giggled when he increasingly kissed the side of her neck a few times, "you're such a tease!" She squealed pulling back from him. He waffles his eyebrows at him and then they ran to the beach together.