We walked in an awkward silence to the drama studio. Al kept on opening his mouth to say something, but always stopped; taking note of my sullen expression. I didn't mean to look like this, I just look like this when I don't want to talk.
'So, um...' He finally began, I looked up at him expectantly.
'What?' I mumbled, looking at my toes. He really was beautiful, if he were a girl; he would be really fit. Heck, he's sexy anyway.
'Why do you look so upset?' He laughed, 'is it because I didn't recognise you?'
'Um, no. I'm just tired,' I sighed.
'You do look it.'
'Oh, thanks.' I said sarcastically.
'See! You look happy now!' He chuckled, ruffling my hair. I couldn't help but notice the size of Al's hands as they came into contact with my head, I blushed and patted my hair back down.
'Why did you decide to do drama?' I blurted.
''Cause I'm good at it. I prefer to direct, and write scripts an' stuff. 'Cause I like doing story boards and stuff. I'm also taking Art and English.' Al smiled, fiddling with his fingers, 'you?'
'I like doing practical work. I just really enjoy acting. Oh, and, um, I'm taking French and English along with that.' I stumbled over my words, making myself sound a little mentally impaired.
'D'you like French, then.'
'Yeah, I guess so.' I shrugged, then we drifted back into the silence and walked on towards the drama studios.