We found ourselves in Boston after a few stops of the tour, everything going extremely well amidst the craziness that was touring. Getting to know the lads better was great, although saying goodbye to Pattie as she left for work became difficult as we had just begun to get close.

"What's that?" I inquired to Paul, looking over his shoulder to the sheet of paper he was scribbling away on. "Dear Boy" was titled at the top of the page, causing me to crease my brows together inquisitively. It was a peculiar name, the writing seeming almost as if he was writing a letter to someone.

Paul was sat at the desk in the boys' shared hotel room, Paul and I having our own private room to ourselves across the hall. We had some downtime before they were due to go preform, so they all relaxed around the room until inevitably Brian would come to whisk them away.

"It's just a song." Paul shrugged nonchalantly placing the page face down on the table away from him, his cheeks flushing of colour having been caught writing.

"Let me have a look." John reached for it from Paul's other side. Paul quickly swiped the page, tearing it in half hastily. His eyes were bulging nervously as he clutched the two halves of the paper, crumpling them.

"Well I guess we'll never hear it." George commented surprised as he and Ringo looked up from their game of cards to the odd scene.

"It's all up here." Paul pointed to his head with a dismissive shrug, although still seeming terribly on edge.

Straight faced, John smacked Paul's forehead, causing Paul to wince. He scowled rubbing his forehead.

"Tell up there to write something we can sing." He spoke dryly before walking over to the television and flicking it on, beginning to play with the channels.

"I've wrote something." George perked up grinning, seeming to hope to gain approval from John and Paul.

I looked from George to Paul and John seeing they barley even flinched, making me frown with disappointment and walk from beside Paul over to the couch that Ringo and George were sat at, sitting down on the coffee table across from them.

"Can I hear it?" I asked hopefully, seeing his eyes light up.

"Yeah, let me get my guitar." He nodded eagerly leaving the couch to get it.

I looked back to Paul seeing he was observing me intently, looking as if he were trying to see what I was trying to get at.

I looked to Ringo, seeing him trying to be slick as he peaked at George's cards.

"I see you Ringo." George called over.

Ringo immediately jumped back looking like he nearly had a heart attack.

"Me? No-What?" He stuttered out flustered.

George came back with his guitar, sitting down and making sure it was tuned before he started.

He began to play, entrancing me with the intricate way he plucked the strings to make an array of beautiful sounds to fill my ears.

He hadn't any words yet but he muttered along to it causing my breath to be taken away, it was a stunningly mature piece for him, I assumed having only a maximum of two songs per album he wasn't as strong of a songwriter. That couldn't be farther from the truth.

"You should put some good words to that Harrison." John spoke approvingly with a nod once he'd finished.

I smiled looking over at John and Paul, waiting for Paul to say something seeing the two of them weren't nearly as star struck as I had just become.

Paul began to nod realizing I was looking his way with an intense glare.

"Sounds good George." He rubbed his index finger along the side of his nose still seeming flat.

"That was absolutely beautiful." I looked to George in complete awe over the melodic sounding song. It genuinely felt uplifting, like my mood had just brightened in absolute amazement. Somehow I think I was the only one.

"Thanks." He shrugged with a small blush as I gazed over his guitar with a grin.

"I really genuinely mean it." I shook my head in astonishment looking into his uncertain eyes, watching as he puffed out his chest with some confidence in his piece.

He smiled triumphantly to himself as his eyes broke away from mine, taking the guitar strap off from around him and standing up once again to put it back in its place.

Paul got up from his chair, coming over to beside me catching everyone's attention. When he looked up noticing, he smiled kindly.

"D'you boys mind if Charlie and I go for a quick walk?" He spoke sweetly.

"Sure, walk." John nodded with a suggestive wink. "So, you'll be back in less than five yeah?" John quipped causing everyone except Paul to snigger.

"Funny." He sneered at John before holding out his hand for me to take.

I took it, him pulling me up gently. He placed his hands on my hips escorting me outside of the hotel room.

As he shut the door behind us I scanned him over quizzically.

Before I could open my mouth to say anything he turned, pressing his lips against mine and cupping my face in his hands.

I was surprised by his haste as he backed me up across the hall to our hotel room door, fiddling with with the lock and key and he attempted to open the door.

I put my hands on his chest after momentarily letting myself give in to his extremely well developed technique. I pushed him away gently, wiping his bottom lip with my thumb were the most of my lipgloss had ended up. He simply watched me in curiosity, wondering what he'd done.

"What's all that about?" I asked slightly out of breath as I lowered my hand, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Nothing." He shrugged although his acting was completely transparent.

"You weren't, jealous, were you?" I became smug seeing his expression drop as I said so.

He grabbed onto my forearm, looking behind us like the other lads might've been standing there, and opening our room door and pulling me inside gently yet firmly.

"Of course not." He assured me as he let go of me, closing the door behind him.

"You're sure? The way you dragged me out of the room says otherwise." My smugness grew, knowing he seemed to grow frustrated when I'd complemented George.

I pulled out a joint from my pocket, putting it up to my lips.

"Maybe a little." Paul gave in, grabbing his lighter from his pocket and lighting my joint for me, becoming so close our bodies were only inches apart.

I took a deep inhale with a grin, blowing the smoke downwards with a devilish glint in my eyes.

"You don't seriously think you have anything to worry about, do you?" I handed the joint to him, watching him become slightly embarrassed.

"I don't know, just, you complimented him so fondly." He shrugged, his face reddening realizing how silly it sounded out loud.

"Sorry, you're right. Next time I'll tell him I can only compliment Mr. McCartney because he bloody gets terribly jealous." I spoke with the Queens English over exaggeratedly, grabbing his sides and leaning into his chest, staring up into his eyes playfully.

He snaked his arms around the small of my back, seeming to gradually wander lower eagerly.

"Although, I do think that song was good y'know." I grabbed the joint from his mouth and put it in mine.

I smiled quickly unraveling myself from him, walking over to the bed and laying down on it having left him slightly hot and bothered from what I could tell.

I blew out a big white cloud over top of me.

"Look, I know how that all seemed, but George understands y'know. It isn't like I don't think he's a good songwriter." He explained himself, placing himself sitting up beside me on the bed.

"Then let one of his songs go on a single." I challenged narrowing my eyes at him as he looked over his shoulder at me.

He paused for a moment, putting on the same sour face he had when he'd pulled me out of the room with jealously.

"Paul, I'm not into George, alright? I just think he deserves at least a bit of appreciation from you lot from time to time." I glowered seeing he couldn't seem to get the crazy notions out of his mind.

His expression shifted suddenly as slid down leaning over me, becoming alluring as he looked down to my lips where the joint hung.

"If you show me some appreciation from time to time I'll consider it." He purred in my ear softly.

"Oh is that it?" I laughed looking up to see him slightly confused, assuming he thought I'd have a more tempted by what he seemed to be offering.

"Come here lover boy." I giggled taking the joint out of my mouth and leaning up to kiss him, him immediately peeking up with excitement.

It worried me slightly however how jealous he'd become over something so little, and thought maybe there was something that wasn't sitting quite right with him, but I'm sure I would find out soon enough.