Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer, I own nothing, blah, blah, blah: you know the rest.
One
"Melanie, can you go get the mail please?" My dad, Andrew Honnit, asked me as I walked into the kitchen, yawning. I groaned, but went out anyway, heading over to the mailbox at the end of the drive. I pulled it open viciously, then grabbed the handful of envelopes and flyers, slamming it back shut and turning to shuffle away when I heard a chuckle from behind me. Turning slowly, my eyes narrowed, I glared accusingly at Seth Clearwater, who was standing a few feet away from me with his arms crossed, grinning.
There was NO way you could miss Seth Clearwater. He was a tall and athletic, with tight muscles that could make you drool if you were lucky enough to catch him without a shirt on. His black hair was messy and kind of long, and in the humid summer air, sweat glistened off his body, making my eyes smart as I pulled them up from his naked chest to his face. "What do you want?" I asked indignantly, forgetting I was in my PJ's, robe and slippers.
He looked at me, then smiled, then said in his soft, deep voice, "Just thought I'd stop by and say hi," His lopsided grin made my heart pound so hard I could barely hear myself speak.
"Well, hi then." I said quickly, trying to hide my discomfort. I pulled my robe across my body, trying to hide the fact that I was standing there in lime green tank top and little sporty shorts that clung to my curves. The robe was disgusting, and old, and covered me well. Seth just smiled cheekily, then turned to leave.
"Bye Mel," He said, glancing over his shoulder at me and winking. "I'll be seeing you around."
"Not likely!" I called after him as he jogged off, hearing his laugh before he dissapeared on the other side of the hill. "Jerk," I muttered, shuffling back inside.