I woke up the next day blissfully from a deep sleep until I had come back to my reality.

I couldn't face Paul.

Maybe I'd take this day for meditation and meditation alone, I really wasn't interested in allowing my feelings get the better of me on this trip, especially due to the fact that this was a business related trip, which was supposedly not to be any more.

It was still quite early in the morning and it seemed no one else in the bungalow had woken yet, so I had grabbed my acoustic guitar and planned on heading to one of the meditation pods further out from the bungalows to focus on the reasons I came.

I had tiptoed my way out the door, startled when I had begun to walk past John on a chair outside realizing he was there, his fascination to my flushed face immediately evident.

"In a rush?" He looked over his shoulder, looking me up and down behind the circular rims of his glasses, seeming to have the same idea as I with his guitar similarly on his lap.

"Figured I'd get some early mediation in." I blushed shrugging.

I had continued to walk past him shyly before he'd interjected.

"Sadie," he trailed off seeming to have even surprise himself with the immediate confidence in his voice to stop me.

I looked over my shoulder back to him as I'd just stepped off the porch.

"I realize, all things considered, you might wish I wasn't around," it was evident he'd been reflecting on his actions looking down to his lap, "I just wanted to let you know, I do mean well, I've just, never known how to show it." He seemed meek, his more soft and vulnerable side appearing just as it had the night at the piano.

"I know John." I gave a small grin and nod, feeling slightly taken off guard by his sentiment, taking in a sharp breath.

I turned and began walking along the path further to the privacy of one of the stone meditation pods that were hallowed one the inside to sit and reach an alternate state of consciousness in a deep meditative state, or so I'd heard from the Maharishi.

I had sat and began to repeat the mantras that were spoken about in group, finding my mind seeming to wander quite strongly.

I wasn't sure if it was worth anything to try and reach back out to my parents, though their quite evident disapproval was still obvious even though I'd begun to "make it".

I began to strum on my guitar, leaning quickly that the sound in the pod was echoey, yet I sort ended liked the effect it had on the tune.

Before I knew what song I had even begun to play I had started singing "I'll Follow The Sun" pacing it down to be able to hear the echoin the pod.

I suppose they were on my mind too. John, Paul. Clearing my mind would be much easier if I hadn't had so many worries.

I had soon heard the bell that was rang for breakfast and hesitantly went to join, my stomach seeming to decide for me. I slung my guitar over my shoulder by the strap to carry it on my back, admittedly slightly less tense from the meditation than before.

"Sadie." I heard Pattie's voice and flinched, scared she might've been as upset with me as Jane.

To my surprise she had a grand smile as she had caught up to me from behind after having walked out from one of the buildings alone, with no Beatle in sight to my relief, causing my face to immediately light up with a smile, glad to see she didn't look like she was about to murder me.

"You alright? Yesterday Jane was-" she trailed off frowning slightly, "-she's paranoid about Paul lately, they're not in the same place they were before." She apologized slightly for Janes behaviour.

"No, she had every right to be angry, I just wish I hadn't been so stupid in the first place. Being around Paul, it's just some fun. We're friends, coworkers, however you want to explain it." I looked away to the leaves covering us in shade overhead, the beams of sunlight peaking through ever so slightly.

"I just hope I haven't make things tense." I confessed with reddened cheeks.

"I'm sure she'll be over it in now time when she realizes it was nothing to be worried about." She grinned, twisting my stomach as she did so unwittingly.

The problem was that Paul seemed to be something to me.

"Right, of course." I lied between my teeth to be done with this topic of conversation.

There was a table set up outside that everyone staying in the Beatle's bungalow sat chatting, and I felt myself tense as we came to sit.

"Ringo, pass the tea over 'ere please?" Paul motioned to Ringo, who was looking sourly at his bland looking plate of food in comparison to the others.

Ringo responded grumbling something about tea, obviously not his usual chipper self.

"I don't like your tone." Paul spoke over his newspaper softly with sass back to Ringo, gaining laughter from the others.

I took a seat between Pattie and Paul hesitantly, seeing everyone notice finally of Pattie and I's entrance.

I took of the strap and placed it on the ground as I say carefully, causing curiosity to evidently rise.

"Am I the only one wondering if the Maharishi wears anything under that robe?" John crinkled his nose sounding exasperated from trying this topic before.

"The olympics." Paul quietly gasped to himself excitedly reading the paper, unbothered by John.

"John." George responded disappointedly but with the same crinkled nose obviously having received the mental image.

I felt my heart thumping in my chest as they continued on talking, glancing sideways at Paul, seeing Jane was very dismayed by my presence.

Only if she knew about yesterday night.

I quietly poured myself a cup of tea as it was near my cup already, feeling eyes drift toward me.

The conversation at the table went on but I didn't dare look up from, scared of who's eyes were wandering.

"Sadie?" George seemed to be repeating himself, startling me as I looked up realizing he was talking to me.

"Yes? Sorry." I apologized with a small grin which caused his grin to widen.

"Come up with any tunes this morning?" George asked raising an eyebrow motioning his head to where my guitar was resting.

"Erm, suppose so, nothing worth pursuing. Seems as if my mind is elsewhere since we've came. I've done some good meditation though, feel like I'm finally connected to something meaningful." I smiled, partially to let George heat what I'm sure he wanted to hear since he was the most serious about the wonders of mediation and spirituality.

As breakfast came to an end I couldn't help but feel a shift of energy though I'd really just began to get comfortable despite Paul sitting right beside me.

"Sadie," Paul's voice was soft as I had begun to walk away back to the meditation pod, guitar in hand.

I froze and looked back to him despite my better instincts, seeing everyone but he and I were out of sight, knowing that this wouldn't be a lighthearted banter about the weather.

"Last night, I overstepped," he began looking ridden with guilt.

"-if it's me telling Jane you're worried about, I'm not, and if this is you saying last night was a mistake," I drifted off with a sarcastic grin I had to cover up how much the thought hurt, "-well I've already forgotten." I put up the walls that I always put up when I felt like I was about to get hurt, so I never did.

His eyebrows furrowed as a confusion took over his features, "Sadie, it's wasn't a mistake, the way I feel about you is real. Just, it's complicated. " he tried reasoning.

"You knew yesterday what you had gotten yourself into, you made the move on me," I remembered his carelessness for Janes feelings the night before.

He looked sheepish, at a loss for words.

"If you want me, choose me, or else go to her. I won't be one of your conquests." I spoke finally, just wanting him to sort out his own life without dragging me into it, I'm sure there was other willing girls.

I began walking off along the trail when I heard a far off guitar out in the woodsy area, seeing John plucking lightly at his guitar strings. The sun gleaming down onto his face through the leaves of the tree above, the focus on the chords evident on his features were different from his usual cynical self.

"The sun is up, the sky is blue, it's beautiful and so are you" he sang lightly, seeming as if he hadn't gotten all the lyrics together yet.

I neared him, can't helping but grin at the lovely melody.

"John?" I smiled brightly.