Before I knew it, I was in the middle of all the hustle and bustle with the boys leaving. Everyone was moving things back and forth and getting ready. The first person I ran into was George. Once we locked eyes, I was met with a toothy grin.

"John bullied you into coming, eh?" he slyly remarked. 

I smiled at him and shook my head, "Nah, we made up. We're friends now!" 

Just then, Brian appeared carrying a bunch of film equipment in boxes. "Oh, Gail! You're coming with us? That's good, we need all the extra help we can get! Here, take these..." he handed me the boxes and shot past us. 

George looked over at me and chuckled, "You need me to carry those?"

I looked down, slightly embarrassed. "Thanks," I mumbled gratefully.

As everything and everyone began to move outside, I realized just how hectic these events could get. I was shoved and pushed a lot until I was finally able to exit the premises. As soon as I stepped out the door, I found myself face to face with Paul.

He immediately raised his eyebrows in shock as soon as he saw me, "Oh, hello Gail..."

On cue, my heart began racing. I could feel his eye contact pierce through my soul as mere moments felt like hours. Before my lips even got the chance to form a hello, we were interrupted by a couple of roadies coming between us. I could then see that one of them was Mal Evans, personal assistant and old friend of the Beatles. 

His eyes widened in surprise as he chortled, "Gail, hi! I don't think I've ever seen you outside the office!" he ruffled my hair playfully as he walked past. 

I looked over for Paul, but he was already gone, leaving me crestfallen. I saw that everyone was piling into cars; this being my first outing, I didn't know which one to board. 

Thankfully, Brian popped up behind me and eased my growing nerves. "Why don't you go in the dark blue one, with the boys..."

I smiled appreciatively at him and nodded. At least I would be with familiar people, including one in particular. I walked over to the car when they all spotted me and howled with excitement. Neil Aspinall, the driver and another old friend of the Beatles, beamed at me and opened the door.

"Gail! Fancy seeing you here!" he noted as his eyes twinkled in my direction. 

I looked down and bit my lip anxiously. Was everyone going to point out how strange it was that I was actually out and about?

Neil chuckled as he eyed me up and down, "Well, what are you waiting for!? Come on in, m'lady!"

The boys proceeded to howl even louder in the back at his line, though I noticed Paul remained silent. 

"Playing Casanova now, are we, Neil?" he asked dryly.

Feeling a tad bit uncomfortable, I hesitantly slipped in the front seat next to Neil, wishing I could be in the back seat with the rest of them. Neil was a good looking guy, I suppose, but he wasn't my type.  

Soon enough, all the cars started and we were all on our way to the park for the photoshoot. As he drove, Neil took the opportunity to ask me a couple questions.

"So, tell me about yourself, Gail. What is it that you like to do?"

"Just wait'll you hear this, Neil, Abbie here is gonna be the next Hemingway!" John remarked enthusiastically.

My face flushed as I looked down nervously. While his flattery was sweet, it bothered me a little that John was answering for me. 

Neil's eyes widened in intrigue, "Hemingway, huh? So, you like to write?" 

"Well, I wouldn't say it's the only thing I like to do," I lied. "Who knows, I may go back to school to study psychology!"

"Psychology?" George repeated with the raise of an eyebrow. "Maybe you can figure out what's wrong with 'ol Johnny's head!" This time, all four of them erupted in uproarious laughter. 

***

Once we got to our destination, everyone quickly assumed their roles and set everything up. One thing I immediately noticed was the increasing amount of screaming prepubescent fans forming around the perimeter of the park. Though I felt a bit uneasy, I knew the rest of the crew here were pros and knew how to handle it.

Brian was mindful to keep me working around the boys, straightening their ties and lightly powdering their faces. Knowing a fair bit about makeup myself, I tried to compare the shades against my own natural skin tone in order to get the best blend for each Beatle. 

Using the small mirror I had in my purse, I ran a hand through my light reddish brown hair and exposed my hazel-green eyes and copiously freckled face.

"You know, you have a really striking look, Gail, where are you from?" Ringo asked, his bright blue eyes filled with curiosity. 

I beamed sweetly in response, "I'm half-Irish on my dad's side!"

"Irish!?" John piped up. "The similarities just never bloody stop, do they!? Why, did you know Liverpool is the second capital of Ireland!? We all got a little Irish in us..." John then devolved into an Irish drawl, babbling nonsense, which caused both George and Ringo on either side of him to snicker. Once again, I couldn't help but smile and shake my head at John's tomfoolery.

"Yeah, we could all be cousins!" George added, tearing up from the laughter. 

"I'm also part French, hence, why my middle name is Genevieve." I further explained. 

John's face took on a slightly more serious expression as he raised an eyebrow, "French, eh? Hey, you're writing a soppy French tune for this album, ain't ye, Macca!?" he beckoned to his co-writing bandmate. 

"Mm," Paul uttered. He was standing and looking away from us, combing his hair, deep in his thoughts. 

Much to my dismay, in spite of the photoshoot allowing me to work in closer quarters with the boys, which enabled me to develop a more intimate bond with them, Paul still wasn't giving me much to work with. He was acting very aloof and would avoid all eye contact with me. 

"Uh, earth to Macca!" John hollered. "Would you stop fixating on your pretty-boy hairstyle for one second and come talk to me!?" 

Paul glanced at John with a faint smirk, chuckling softly, "Sod off!"

***

Today's pictures were for the new Rubber Soul album, and as such, the boys were changing clothes frequently. I had the very lucky job of handing them whatever garments they needed at the time. At one point, John, Paul, George and Ringo were all in their shorts and shirtless. 

I was admittedly stealing a few glimpses at the boys, admiring their toned, healthy figures, perhaps not paying as much attention to what I needed to do as I should have. 

John looked up and caught me looking, "You like what you see, love?" he winked and smirked flirtatiously. 

I blushed, I really needed to behave. 

Snapping myself out of my gaze, when I turned around to pick up the new clothes, I saw that they weren't there. Instantly, I began to panic. 

Shit. I thought. Where could they be?

Suddenly, I heard a girlish giggle. When I looked up, I saw three fangirls flouncing around the garbs, mocking me. 

"SHIT!" I now said more audibly. I tried to run after them, but they were much younger and faster than me and they escaped with the clothes. 

"What's happening?" Ringo asked, covering his chest in concern and modesty. 

"By Jove, those girls took our clothes!" Paul exclaimed, wide-eyed. 

"To hell, they did!" John raged as he started chasing after the ecstatic fans. 

Brian quickly caught wind of all the commotion and saw the boys, his face turning a deep red. "What the HELL is going on!?" he screamed. He turned to me, "I thought you were supposed to be in charge of the boys' attire!?"

"I'm sorry, I tried to go after them but I just couldn't catch up..." I said. I was close to crying, knowing I had miserably failed my only job.

Brian closed his eyes and rubbed his nose in distress, "It's okay...just...go keep an eye on the boys! I'll take care of this..."

I nodded and left him be. I caught up with the foursome as John was still having at it with the girls.

"Quit squabbling with 'em, Johnny, it don't look right in your skivvies!" George commented, looking vaguely amused. 

John narrowed his eyes and pouted, "Fine, I give up! Just take everything, will ya!?" he began to take off his shorts when I stopped him.

"John, no!" I exclaimed, horrified. "Alright, let's all just calm down!"

With that, everyone took a deep breath. The tranquility didn't last long, however, as we soon began to feel flashes of light on us. When we turned around, we saw a bevy of photographers taking photos of us. 

"Oh, bugger!" John cried. "Run!" 

As we all began running, the mood began to lighten a bit. 

George smirked, "Ringo, you need to work out a bit more, you're jiggling!"

"Am not!" Ringo retorted, his hands still firmly placed over his chest.

We all laughed, and suddenly I realized what I had been missing out on all this time by not hanging out with the boys. Sure, they were silly and immature, but also lots of fun. 

After a few minutes running roundabout the park, we paused behind a large tree for a moment to catch our breath. "So, what do you think? Think this'll make it onto the album cover?" Ringo asked in a tone that almost sounded serious. 

"What do you think, Abbie? Are our bods fit enough to satisfy our lady fans?" John asked teasingly as he made a few mock poses. 

I smirked and shook my head, "I think your fans are paying for an album, not a strip tease..."

"Ah, to hell with you!" John snapped. "What do you think, Macca? Is my body good enough?" he batted his eyelashes pseudo-seductively.

Paul looked down, which even I found strange. Usually he was quick to fire back with some equally biting remark. 

John's brazen demeanor turned to concern at his quiet friend and bandmate, "What's the matter, Paulie, cat got your tongue?" he casually poked his stomach.

Still looking down, Paul responded, "I'm fine, I just...hope we get our clothes soon, that's all."

As if the angels above had heard him, Mal Evans came strolling in with new clothes for everybody, the sneering grin on his face apparent. 

"You guys looked a little cold, so I brought you these..." he said.

"Oh, sod off, Mal!" John cracked.

***

On the way back, I turned to face the boys in the back seat. "I'm sorry about today, guys, I really fucked things up, didn't I..?" I stated with a slight chuckle, traces of guilt and embarrassment showing up on my face. 

"Nah, we had fun! Definitely one of our more memorable photoshoots..." George said as he smiled broadly. 

"Yeah, it wasn't your fault, Gail," Ringo reassured me. 

"Are you kidding!? We had a blast! You made the whole thing so much better!" John concurred. 

"Yeah, Gail, I'm definitely glad you came..." Paul said with a faint, hesitant smile. I was gobsmacked. This was the most I had gotten from him all day.

***

Later that night, I came out of my office, tears streaming down my red, puffy face. Ringo saw me and immediately scampered over. 

"Gail, what's wrong, dear!?" he asked. 

I looked up at him with watery eyes, "Issac broke up with me..."

NOTE: Okay, so. This story has basically become my baby in the past 48 hours. I didn't get any sleep last night because I mapped everything out. I'm actually excited and proud of where this is going now! This chapter, for the most part, was a fun, fan service-y one, but they won't all be like this. Hope you guys decide to stick with me! =^_^=