Aria was beginning to relax but not overly so. If he made a sudden movement she could perseve as danger she would quickly be on guard again. She was giving him the benefit of the doubt without stupidly and blindly trusting him. She hadn't felt his nudging. A strange tingle in the back of her mind but not much else. She was genuinely lonely but strong enough to go without even a single friend without breaking down. She was confiding but not too much so. Not that he really answered and being used to singing to avoid silence she kept up seemingly meaningless conversation. She inside wanted to be friends with someone but he hadn't told her his name. Meant there wasn't mutual interest in being friends. Least that is what her mother told her.<br/><br/>She glanced at him for a moment. "Not really. Isolation is quite common when you place large gatherings of people together. Some people want it. Some people dont. Some just accept it as something that isn't likely to change and deal with it." She had looked at him again but her senses told her something wasn't too far from the house. She should probably get inside soon. Just to be safe. She had noticed that he hadn't answered what his name was when he started speaking. Again she viewed this as obvious meaning of lack of interest. She mentally sighed and wouldn't ask again. It would seem to her she wasn't meant to know his name.<br/><br/>In a way it made her wary again. If he wouldn't tell her his name it meant he didn't want her friendship. If he didn't want her friendship just what did he want? People hadn't ever offered to walk her home before and she supposed she mistook that as a sign of intent to extend that olive branch of frienship. She blinked at the smoldering look in his eyes. What was that look for? She just kind of stood there watching him for a moment. She heard him speaking but his voice had a strange affect on her. That sent her on guard instantly. Maybe this was a trap to hurt her. He had her book bag but for safety she could just abandon it. Even if it did contain her sketchbook. She could always just start a new one.<br/><br/>Her cheeks flushed at his compliments. She suddenly shook her head without taking her gaze from him. "Flirty. Ditzy. Airheaded. Easy. Coy. Cheerleader perfect. Thats what most guys want." She said. Answering instinctively because her mother could at time be one of those air headed flirty ditzes. She wasn't sure about the strange nagging of being drawn to him. She stepped backwards up onto the porch. "Can I have my back pack?" She said. Holding a hand out and just watched him. A noise jerked her gaze from him and made her tense up. What was that? She looked back to him. "You shouldn't say things you probably don't mean." She said in a soft voice. Her cheeks still a bit pink but her eyes a bit sad. "I'm not radient. Cute at best."<br/><br/>She moved back down and tried to get her back pack as she was getting a bit nervous yet still trying to trust him. "Thank you for walking me home Will." She said with a warm smile. "It was nice meeting you even if you do act a bit strange sometimes." She felt an odd desire to be close to him and it showed in her eyes. Yet at the same time this desire clearly made her nervous because her body showed she was on guard because of it. Who said sweet things to a girl they barely knew?<br/><br/>This faint feeling had her wanting to trust him. She didn't blindly trust or follow anything but gut instincts. Yet where he was concerned her gut was both relaxed and uneasy. She smiled at him and would still give him the benefit of the doubt. "I should get inside. Whatever that sound a minute ago was sounded close. Probably a wild animal and unlike some people I'm not sure it would be wise to take on something with fangs and claws." She said softly.<br/><br/>Backing up onto the porch again. Listening to him as he spoke. He sure had become talkative outta nowhere. He had a nice voice and his words affected her and made her feel special. It wasn't real...he probably just wanted something. Like the guy in the last school she was in. Listening to him speaking. Her cheeks turning bright red again. Why did he have to say such things? It made her feel like she actually was attractive and noticable. "I am not. You shouldn't say things you don't really mean." She stammered shyly.<br/><br/>Some reason she both wanted to run into the house and stay out here with him. Hesitation on what to do flashed across her features. Inside...or...out? What should she do? She was drawn to him but that scared her because she wasn't drawn to anyone before. Staying close seemed to be winning because though she looked tempted to bolt into the house she hadn't moved again. Higher reasoning said leave the bag and go inside. Benefit of the doubt said give him a chance besides you want to be close. What should she do?<span style="font-style: italic">I should really go inside but he is nice to talk to even if he isn't talkative. Mostly...</span>She thought to herself She looked away in confusion as a howling started. "Maybe I should get inside. That doesn't sound like happy howls." She said to herself. The howling still pretty far away. As she had said her father's house had lots of woods because on the other side of the woods was open place with the reservation.<br/><br/>"You might want to get home. My uncle once said when wolves are howling they are chasing something or on patrol. I'm not sure it would be a good idea for either of us to be outside if they happened to break through the woods into the city." She slowly turned and went to the front door. Rummaging around for her key. Where was it? AH! There it is. She turned and looked at him warmly. "Again thank you so much for walking me home. It was a really nice thing of you to do. Maybe I'll make a friend or two like you said. Who knows...you might be right to them warming up." She wasn't wanting to go in but it was getting later. Her eyes told two stories...the desire to stay close and the desire to go inside.