Baby Steps

Summary: " First off Howe, you need to pass your creative writing class to not fail your Junior year. Second, Melanie Stryder is in that class! You've had a crush on this girl, since when, August? You've got to get her to be your partner for that project, dude! Simply as that" Ian said, his eyes darting between the road and my face. "How do I start?" I ask.

"Baby steps, dude. Baby steps"

A/N: I own nothing. All rights to Stephanie Meyer

Jared's P.O.V and he is probably a little OOC

"JARED HOWE! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT OR I WILL PERSONALLY GLUE YOUR BED TO THE CELING!"

Lovely. Mom forgot to make her coffee again.

"BE RIGHT DOWN!

" I shout back. Ripping the covers off my blue and black bed; I make my way to the cold bathroom floor, dancing like a monkey as I hop in the shower. After ten minutes, the hot water snaps off thanks to my dad's limited shower minutes.

"Save the earth! Take ten minute showers!" I can hear the quote from his last college speech in my head.

Call him crazy but he loves the earth.

I dry off as I slip out of the shower and slip on a blue shirt; slightly ripped jeans,and black high-tops.

Brushing my wet, curly, black hair in hopes that it would lay down flat like my best friend, Ian's could, my phone goes off. The message flashes across my screen reads;

Ian: If I told you that Melanie Stryder was in the backseat of my car with Wanda, would you move faster?

He has got to be kidding me.

Me: Really?!

Ian: Sorry. No.

Me: Jerk.

Ian: Just move it Howe I have to talk to you.

Me: Give me 5 mins.

Giving up on my hair, I look back in the mirror. A tanned, brown eyed, sharp nose, and thin mouth stares back at me. People often told me that I could get anyone just by looking at them.

So why, I haven't I got the girl yet?

Now I wasn't the guy that dates a bunch of girl, just to gain a rep. I was the football player that only dated three girls in the past two years of high school. Truth is the only reason, I dated three and not more was because I had a crush on what Lacey said when I pointed her out 'That crazy art girl? Why would you want to know about her?'

In other words Melanie Stryder.

She had brown; mahogany colored hair, brilliant blue eyes, fair skin(Odd for people in Resistances, Arizona) and a small mouth. Not many guys liked her because of her snappy attitude that often ended in fights after school with the cheer squad and many football players's girlfriends. I guess because she always beat up them up that none of the football players liked her. Anyway, I've tried talking to her and she never seems interested in me. I shake me head and clear my thoughts off of Melanie

"JARED! IAN IS HERE!" My mom shouts.

"COMING!" I exclaim as I dash down the stairs; grab an apple, kiss my mom bye and pat my sister on the head as I walk out the door.

Ian's silver Camaro sits in the gravel driveway of my yard. He honks the horn and I sprit down to the car to move faster.

"'Bout time! I was about to leave without you!" Ian hollers from the unrolled window as he opens the door from the inside. "Thanks." I answer as I got into the passenger seat. Ian had pulled out of the driveway and onto the road. His natural black hair is brushed to the sides, Aviators are covering his eyes, grey shirt and dark jeans with flip flops. "You look nice. Are you going on a date with Wanda?" I ask as I notice his clothes. Wanda was Melanie's sister, but they were exact opposites. Wanda was a blonde, grey eyed girl with a bubbly personality and as long Ian loved her, I guess that made them both happy.

"Yeah. New movie she wants to go see but that isn't what I am talking about" he answers.

"What then?"

"Wanda call me last night and said that her aunt is assigning her classes to write a novel with a partner."

"So?" I said, slightly annoyed at Ian.

"Get Melanie Stryder to be your partner"

"Likewise. We sit next to each other and she doesn't even talk to me" I snap

"First off Howe, you need to pass your creative writing class to pass your Junior year. Second, Melanie Stryder is in that class! She happens to be a excellent writer from what I've heard from Wanda and you've had a crush on this girl, since when, August? You've got to get her to be your partner for that project, dude! Simply as that" Ian said, his eyes darting between the road and my face. "How do I start?" I ask, giving in.

"Baby steps, dude. Baby steps"

A/N: I hope you guys like my first Host story! Please R&R! Next chapter in Melanie P.O.V. It's probably a little rushed too.

Thanks!

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