o0c: woo. =P MuSiC: Keep Away- Godsmack "Hi Deron. Welcome to LA." she grinned at him. "I'm Angie." "Nice to meet you." he mumbled quietly, not looking at her. He was feeling completely out of place there already, just wanting to go home. Not home here in LA but back to Raleigh. At least there he wasn't foreign. "You like it here?" she asked. He shrugged, laying his head down on his arms. He knew he was probably being too withdrawn from her but he didn't want to tell her he hated it and he was miserable. He'd heard how territorial people were about LA. Would be the last thing he needed.

o0c: Bubbles fixed my text. :D MuSiC: It's Electric- Metallica He glanced up from his backpack to her and nodded. He'd probably done most everything they were teaching in the class. Still it was somewhere he needed to be- just so he could feel less foreign. "Worked with it before moving here." he said quietly. He wished she'd leave him alone, just ignore him like everybody else. He didn't know how to be around her, her attention on him- the 'new' kid.

He let a small, weak smile edge on his lips as he looked up at her offering out the m&m's. She was smiling and motioned for him to take them. "Can't tell me you don't like candy." she laughed softly. She had a beautiful voice and a very bubbly personality. Seemed he'd have a hard time being withdrawn from her. He made an effort with a smile and took them as she offered. "Thank you." he said softly. "Knew I'd have to bribe you." she winked at him. He blushed and went to lower his head. "Ah!" she stopped him. "I gave you candy, you work with me here." He nodded his head and tried to keep a straight face. Why was she being so persistent with him? Shouldn't she have just given up like everybody else?

He wasn't quite sure what felt natural at the moment besides hiding. He didn't want to be there. It was unfamiliar and strange. Not like back home where he could hide in the corner and do his thing. There was no place to hide there. He slowly picked up a defining tool and began to dig out the clay, nothing particularly coming to mind. Through out the class he Angie made small talk with him, trying to keep him from seclusion and he was thankful when the bell rang to release them from class. He helped her pick up the materials and threw his bag over his shoulder, mumbling a thank you to her. He had honestly never met anybody who tried to keep him in conversation. Tried to be friendly and acknowledge him. Was almost alien.