Tired Of Midnight Blue

Chapter One: The Garden

His eyes were following me. Dark and profound, they watched me with intensity.

"Camila "

Turning to Dhani I suddenly realized what I was doing.

"Sorry Dhani I completele zoned out"

"Yeah no kidding." He got up and and walked over to Melissa. I felt bad really, Dhani always had a crush on me but I can only see him as a brother. And poor Melissa, using her to get back at me. Not that she minded but still a shame.

I've never been to Dhanis house. He was always reluctant on having people over because of his dad. I honest to god don't get how George Harrisons son is embarrassed of his ex-beatle father. I was in awe just looking at him. But for some strange reason I caught his attention too.

"Oh my god Camila, I haven't seen you in forever luv!"

Coming back to reality I turned to see whos annoying voice was interrupting my thoughts.

"Oh hey Sarah, whats up?" I said nonchalantly. I really didn't feel like talking to her, or talking to anyone really. The only reason im here is because of Dhani. He begged me to come to his party. I love Dhani to pieces but most of his friend are stuck up snooty bitches.

"Nothing really, didn't expect to see you here."

"Well Dhani asked me to come so here I am"

At that moment she spotted someone she knew and was back to screaming gods name in vain.

"Thank the lord" I muttered to myself. Seeing that Dhani was preoccupied with Melissa I took the liberty to wander the garden. It had caught my attention from the minute I arrived. I only caught a glimpse of it as Dhani gave me the house tour but it looked so beautiful I wanted to see it in its entirety.

I must have walked what seemed for miles. This garden wasn't a garden, it was a mere forest! All of a sudden those eyes were back. There sat Mr. Harrison cross legged next to the lake. Trying not to interrupt I started to walk away but I managed to step on a pile of leaves, the crumpling sound waking Mr. Harrison from his Meditation.

"I'm sorry Mr. Harrison I didn't mean to interrupt I just wanted to see the garden." I quickly turned away to leave.

"Wait Camila is it luv? You weren't ermm bothering me." He suddenly was on his feet and behind. I turned around with his face inches from mine. For some reason I didn't back up though.

"You were in a trance before I showed and I interrupted you, I shouldn't be lurking about anyway. Sorry Mr. Harrison."

He chuckled and said, "stop calling me Mr. Harrison will ya, you're making me feel older than I am."

He half smiled all of sudden shy and self aware and said, "call me George."

I couldn't help to smile at his sudden shyness and said, "okay Geogre."

We both looked at eachother awkwardly and started to laugh- ice broken.

"Why don't ye have a seat luv" he gestured to the blanket on the ground. I nodded but sat hesitantly. As he sat not too far away I realized the pattern on the blanket.

"it's beautiful"

"Yes it is" he said looking straight at me. I blushed for some odd reason.

"Where did you get it?"

"I got it in India. Its hand made by a six year old girl. She has amazing talent. She gave it to me for me birthday." His voice barely above a whisper.

We sat there in silence until I started asking him a hundred questions per minute. These question seemed to come out all at once.

"how was it during the 60's no no no! Tell what it was like being a beatle? Did you build this whole garden yourself? Do you really believe in that hare Krishna movement?"