This time, instead of sneaking out, Nathaniel was aloud to go some place. His family was settled, and he was free from any of shoots and meetings, and anything else he might be forced to attend. So, to speak the truth, Nathaniel was very happy that he could socialize. He only knew two people who went to Claremont High so far, he was going to be alone on the first day, and he didn't want to deal with that dilema.

He didn't exactly know what to do, but he got into his black Citroen C6, started it, than drove off. He decided that he might should just walk around campus, just wonder around aimlessly until he stumbled upon someone he hasn't met yet. He'd done it before, he was positive he could do it again. Although, he would like to meet people who were in his grade, anyone who went to the school would be good enough to him. It seemed that all the people he kept meeting were sophomores, nothing was wrong with that.

He decided to stay on campus this time, instead of exploring the actual city. It was supposed to be a small town, but it was more of a small city. There were a lot of people, and a lot of places to go. It wasn't as big as Paris, but it was as big as some of the surrounding cities. He could easily get lost, considering he had only been here for a couple of weeks. He knew on the campus, he would be safe from getting lost, and not knowing where to go after that. He was lucky his dad was good with directions, and he had a cell phone.

He pulled into the school parking lot, for some reason remembering that he had a dorm here, even though he didn't need it. It could be a good escape when his family was driving him crazy. He opened his door, and shut it quickly behind him after he got out. He put his hands into his jean pockets. He was wearing a t shirt with a black suit jacket over it. He had on dark blue jeans that weren't too tight, but they weren't baggy either. He was also just weraing white shoes. His outfit was normal in France, but a lot of American people tended to think he was gay, especially since he was a model.

He started walking towards the area where kids hung out with their friends, and studied, and looked at pretty gardens and other fun things. The Americans called it the commons, though he had no idea why. America was completely different from France, or anywhere else in Europe. Their clothing, food, and everything else was different. It also took him off guard that a French restaraunt in America didn't serve French food, more of a variation of French food, not traditional. He started on the path, and started walking, staring at the ground.

Nathaniel was more used to America than he was before. His agent told him that it was surprising that his job only had brought him to America once before, and only for a couple of days. He spent most of his shoots in Spain, and Italy, but America was big in the modelling industry. But he was here now, and he was staying.

The hardest part about moving to America was convincing his family it was a good idea. His sister was perfectly fine with it right when she had heard it, but his dad didn't want to, and his mother was scared. Nathaniel always thought France was boring. He always wanted to go live in a different country. A lot of people found it surprising that Nathaniel thought France was boring. He lived in Paris, he looked out his window, and saw the Eiffel Tower. He was tired of it. All the parks, they were boring after the first time of walking through them. Plus, he had lived there for fifteen years. The other two years were in England.

He brought his hands to his eyes, and rubbed them, he was sort of tired, but it was probably late. He didn't exactly care though. He could stay up late without crashing, most of the time. He had experiance, if you wanted to call it that, where he was forced to stay up late for meetings and other junk. His job was fun, he met a lot of people, but it took over his life. But it got him out of school a lot, though they tried to work around schools by taking his weekends and days off from school.

He felt his phone vibrate, and he pulled it out, it was a text from his mom. He opened his phone and read the message, rolling his eyes. He wasn't exactly in any danger. He could take care of himself, and he was on the high schools campus. He didn't bother to respond to that message, so he exited out of the menu to see what time it was, around ten thirty. He wasn't paying attention when he ran into someone.

Nathaniel looked up to see a girl with pink hair. "Your cheeks are the same shade as your hair." He said with a chuckle, then he smiled at her. "But honestly, I tend to run into people all the time. That's how I meet all my friends, well most of them." He said. This was true, he had run into every person he knew, and a couple of his friend in France too. He stuck his hand out. "Nathaniel Jacobs." He smiled at her again, and when they were done shaking hands, he put his hands back into his pockets.

He looked at her and smiled. "So, what's such a lovely lady like you doing alone on a night like this?" He was surprised that a lot of people were alone, in France, no one was ever alone. But that was why they called it the most romantic country. It was the perfect place to escape to.

Nathaniel smiled at her and shrugged. "There's no need to be embarrassed." He suggested. He shooked his head at her. "No, I walked around lonely, hoping someone feels bad for me and starts to me, but bumping into people is my other option if making people feel bad for me isn't working." He said with a serious face, then he smirked at her when he was finished with his explanation.

He smiled at her. "Well, can I call you Nora, or do you want to be called Nora Ann Kitching all the time. Either way is possible." Nathaniel stated with a smirk. "It's nice to meet you too." He said, still smiling.

He watched her fan herself. It was hot here in California, at least compared to France. However, some people might consider France cold. It was just what he had grown up in, he was used to it. But after she fanned herself, Nathaniel realized how hot it was. "I'm sorry." He said, biting his lip. "Your not going to be satisfied tonight." He said, then he smirked. Nathaniel didn't ever consider himself handsome, but he was over confident at moments.

He chuckled and shrugged. "You see, I planned on walking around, and then running into a killer, or crazy person." He smiled as he mentioned their conversation not that long ago. Then he shrugged. "Actually, I was getting annoyed with my family, and I decided to escape the house with permission this time." Nathaniel was a very social person. If he was a shy person, he would be in trouble with his job, because with his job, he was required to talk, a lot.

He looked at her. She had soft pink hair. He had seen a lot of girls in America with odd colored hair. He had never seen a girl with pink, blue, orange, or any other unnatural color of hair in France. And if they didn't have bright colored hair, they were blonde. She also was dressed like a lot of the girls he had seen in America, with tight jeans and a t shirt, and with flats as shoes. He had seen a couple girls in France like that, it wasn't rare, but it wasn't exactly common either.

He looked at her eyes. "Would you like to go eat something? Because considering the fact that you are hungry, you might enjoy that." He asked. This reminded him of when he had met Kim. They ran into each other, than ate food. But he had ended up taking her to Spain in the future, calling her a whore (however not on purpose), and giving her his number, then receiving pictures from her shoots to give to his agent. He wouldn't mind doing that again, but he was sure Nora was going to be a little different.

Nathaniel looked at her and shrugged. "You can't be lonely in France. People are actually really brave there." He suggested. It was true, people were very out going and really loud sometimes. It did get annoying. He had learned that if you didn't feel like talking to strangers, then you should just bring a friend with him next time. He smiled at her. "I could always use hugs, especially from pretty girls with odd colored hair." He said with a smile.

He nodded. "So, it's Nora, not Nora Ann Kitching? You can call me Nathaniel, I don't going by anything else." His sister occassionally called him Nathan, or Nate, but it just didn't fit him, at least he never thought he could be called Nate of Nathan. It was too short for him, he just figured it should be long, to fit him better.

Nathaniel chuckled when she arched her eyebrow, she was really good at it. And it was funny. After she had spoke, he nodded, then cracked his fingers. "So then, we both agree. We are both satisfied." He gave her a thumbs up sign, and smiled at her.

Nathaniel smiled at her. "Sweet. So tomorrow, after my shoot, I'll drive down there. Thanks for killing, and raping me!" The only reason Nathaniel went home was because he lived only about five minutes away driving. He could walk to school everyday, but he wasn't that active. He was rather lazy, and why would he do something that might make him him sweat? He was sort of a girl in some ways. He didn't mind walking with someone, but alone would get too boring. He simply smiled at her and nodded. He was up for anything.

He smiled at her. "Oh yeah, I'll pay and everything. It's not a problem." Money never was really problem, except changing currencies, that was the worst of it. He watched her grab his arm and start walking. "I take it that you are really hungry." He chuckled. He was going to mention that he had a car, but he wanted to walk with her. Walking gave them more time to spend with eachother, and the could get killed while doing so. He smirked at his thought.

He smiled at her, and pulled his free hand up to his hair, running his hand through his hair to even it out. "It is usually this hot in California?" He asked. He didn't know how long she had lived here, but he hadn't been here long. He could get used to it, but he was pretty sure that he would be made fun of in the winter when he isn't going to be wearing coats. He was thought of as crazy when he had gone to Mexico in December, and thought it was too hot. He had a feeling it would be the same here too.

Nathaniel looked at her and nodded her head. Some people had guessed, but he couldn't expect everyone to notice he from France by looking at him and listening to him talk. "Yeah, France. Odd, unexpected, sexy." He knew he was a minority here. You practically don't find full French people anywhere besides France. America was all mixes. He had heard a lot of really stupid names that described America, like the Salad Bowl, or Mixing Pot.

Nathaniel smiled at she hugged him, he responded by hugging her back. "I'm sure Santa is relieved that my life is now complete, so he no longer needs to sneak around my house for me." He said. He chuckled when he said his name the second time. Whatever made her happy, he didn't mind how his name was pronounced. Nathaniel looked at her. "She calls you Twiggy, like the model? That would be an amazing compliment." Twiggy was a really good British model from the 60s. A lot of models loved to be compared to her. Not Nathaniel, he would prefer to be compared to male models.

He nodded in agreement. "Oh yeah, you won't be mentioned when I report the rapist to the police. No problem." He said. He was lucky that he had a fast matabalism, because he ate a lot, and he wasn't aloud to gain weight, he had a couple of pounds as a pillow, but he hated exercising. He did't exactly mind walking or doing anything. Nathaniel was watching TV here, they had 'Cops' in France, and Reno 911. Both of them were really funny.

Nathaniel rolled his eyes at her. "No. I'm going to pay for you. Trust me, it is not a problem. Money is not a problem." He said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet, waving it at her. Then he put it back into his pocket. He got about thirty percent of the money from everytime his pictures were printed. Of course, his parents got some, and another percentage went to the company, and then anothr percentage was in his college or emergancy funds.

"I could go for a chocolate milkshake." That was all he could eat. He was still full from the dinner his mother had made him a couple of hours ago. He wondered how such a little girl would be capable of eating as much food as she said she was eating. He couldn't eat that much in one sitting. Actually, he probably could, but he would be in a lot of trouble. And he might throw up, because that was a lot of food. He didn't want to try it.

Nathaniel started walking with her at her fast pace. He nodded. "Good, because I'm not liking this heat at all" He said, cracking his fingers. He sort of jumped at her question. It was quiet before she had spoken. He looked around, trying to remember when he had said that. Then he laughed lightly. "Well, I'm a model, and tomorrow I modelling for this perfume ad or something." He said with a shrug. He never knew exactly what he model for half of the time, actually most of the time.

Nathaniel could speak French fluently. Better than he could speak English. But he had learned English at a very young age, he just spoke French most of the time. When he was at home with just his family, they spoke French still, ocassionally, someone will talk in English, and then everyone would be confused for a little. But when other people were over, they all spoke English. It was fun though to convince people at stores and stuff that he couldn't speak English at all.

He shrugged. "Well, I still have a sister, but I couldn't tell you if she believes in Santa still or not." He had never known if she still believed. They hadn't really discussed it, but they still got presents from Santa. But his sister had never said that she knew or not. Though she was a freshman in high school, still unknown. He was never told to not mention that Santa wasn't real.

He smiled, crossing his arms. "Twiggy was amazing, and she actually still is. It as an interesting name though to call someone." He found it interesting that someone was called Twiggy after the model, not just for other reason, like the reason her father called her Twiggy. "Soory, but I can't call you Twiggy because then I would feel like I would have to kiss your feet everytime I talked to you." Nathaniel said with a smile.

Nathaniel didn't stop when she did. He started walking slower, and then backwards when was ahead of her. He rolled his eyes again. "Yes. I am paying for you. Get over it, or I will have to show you all of the money in my wallet." He smiled at her. They would just get to the diner and he would tell the person not to let her pay. It was only common courtesy for the guy to pay for the girl, even if it wasn't a date. Nathaniel was just like that, he was raised to be polite.

Nathaniel smiled at her. "Have you ever had a cookies and cream expresso. There's this place in France, and it is the best coffee place ever." He said, putting his hand on his stomach. Nathaniel didn't really like coffee, but this place just was amazing. It wasn't Starbucks, though some of their stuff was acceptable. The place he liked was only accessable by foot, and you had to eat outside or on the go.

Nathaniel nodded and looked at her. "Yeah, how else do you expect a guy to know who Twiggy is, and know what she does." He said, laughing. He shrugged at her question. "Well, you could probably see me in ads. I don't know what magazines they put them in." The only magazine he knew he had been in was People, because his mom read those. And his sister was ready one at the dentist's office with a picture of him in it, but he didn't know what that one was called.

Nathaniel knew the basics to most langages, like: "hello, thank you, nice to work with/meet you" It was required. But those were only big languages in Europe that he went to often. The more time he spent there, the more he learned, but he soon forgot after neglecting to use them for a while.

He smiled at her ranting. "I actually think Santa is some weird creepy guy who needs an excuse to watch little kids. Like Micheal Jackson, or some other child molester." Nathaniel said, smirking at himself. It had to be true. If he could watch you all the time, then he could watch you when you are in the shower, or when you are changing. He used to hate Santa until it came to Christmas time, because Santa gave him presents. Then he was relieved to find out Santa wasn't real.

Nathaniel laughed. "You don't look like a Lola." He only said that because he knew a Lola who was really tall with brown hair. Plus, he also always thought of Lola as a fortune teller's name. He had never met a Nora before, so this is what he would think all Nora's should look like after this.

Nathaniel stopped walking, and opened his wallet, pulling out a couple twenties and a fifty. "There's more too," He said, opening it and putting it at an angle so that she could see. When she started walking, he did too, still backwards though, since he was still ahead of her. "Yes, because I don't trip enough already." He stated, and stopped, waiting for her to catch up to him. When she did, he walked next to her, the right way.

Nathaniel shook his head at her. "Fine, go to France. Don't invite me though. France is boring." He said. He had lived his whole life in France, and now he was gald to be away from it. A lot of people thought he was crazy for being bored with France. However, he could look out his bedroom window and see the Eiffel Tower. It just wasn't cool after that many years. "But, if I ever am in France at the same time as you, I would buy you one." He said, sticking his tongue out at her.

Nathaniel shrugged. He had never seen America's Next Top Model, and he wasn't gay, but he cared about what he looked like, so he knew what was fashionable. "Are there a lot of men like that around here?" He asked, seriously. He didn't want to offend anyone with the next thing he might say. He knew California was all about gay rights. It was a big "hippy" state, so he had heard.

Nathaniel would probably laugh at her if she ran up to him just to show him that he was in a magazine. He looked at her. "Actually, I was on the cover of Vogue Paris once." He nodded to himself in approval. It was true, but he was with a girl, another model or something, who the issue was about. Nathaniel looked up after she did, and was pulled unexpectedly to the door. He stepped ahead of her, and pulled the door open for her, walking in after her.