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Author's note- This chapter is on the same story line as the episode "Cory's alternative friends" but is told in Shawn and Melody's POV.

MELODY

I sat across from Topanga, listening to Cory and Shawn's awful presentation. Of course, I myself wasn't a straight A student but I try.

"I will let you try again but this time with different partners." said, standing up from his desk and walking up to the front of the classroom. "Mr. Hunter, you will work with Ms. Carson."

My blue eyes widened when I heard Mr. Feeny say both Shawn's name and mine in the same sentence. I turned around to look back at Shawn, he was slouched in his seat, arms crossed and was shaking his head. He seemed truly disgusted about the idea of working with me and I about felt the same way.

Most girls loved Shawn. He is the most talked about boy in the girl's bathroom; they loved his thick brown hair and dark brown eyes. I, on the other hand, have no interest in Shawn Hunter.

"Melody, come on the bell just rang." Topanga pushed my shoulder in attempt to wake me out of my daydream.

"I'm coming," I got up from the desk and grabbed my books. "It's lunch time."

"What will you and Shawn do your project on?" Topanga asked me as we walked down the loud hallway. "I wrote a poem, I just have to ask Cory if he likes it."

"I have no idea," I answered.

"Maybe Shawn will have an idea." She said, grabbing her lunch.

"I doubt it," I said, rolling my eyes.

"You never know, crazier things have happened." Topanga said and I followed her to where Cory and Shawn were sitting.

Topanga went over to talk to Cory about their project so I thought I should go talk to Shawn.

"So when should I come over today?" I asked Shawn getting straight to my point.

He shoved another piece of the schools macaroni and cheese into his mouth before answering me. "I live in a trailer park."

I raised my eyebrows at him, waiting for him to make his point. Instead of giving me a full answer, he went back to eating his lunch. This was going to me more difficult than I expected.

"I know where you live, Shawn." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "I was asking the time."

"You want to come over my house, in a trailer park?" He asked me, his voice sounding so surprised. He shoved more food in his mouth before swallowing the food he shoved in there two minutes ago. This boy was a pig.

"Oh you're so judgmental," I said, my voice rising into a higher pitch.

"I'm just saying a girl like you would never survive hanging out or even being seen at a trailer park."

"That's being judgmental, Shawn." I rolled my blue eyes at him. He shrugged his shoulders then went back to his greasy cafeteria food. "Haven't you ever heard the saying 'don't judge a book by its cover'."

"I don't believe that," He said, with a mouthful of food.

"Well you should start believing because I will be over around five." I said then walked away before he could say anything else.

"Melody," Topanga called my name. "I'm sitting with some of my other friends but you're welcome to join us."

"No thanks," I said then walked over to the table where my other friends sat. My rich and popular friends, the friends I did not really enjoy talking too.

"Hey Melody," Jill said as I said down in between her and Mindy.

"Hey girls," I said, smiling at them.

"Cute outfit," Becky commented.

I was wearing denim skinny jeans, a baggy navy blue shirt, and black ballet flats. I had a brown belt tied around the waist to tighten the baggy shirt around my waist. My golden blonde hair was down and was curled into perfect spirals.

"Thank you," I said. This was the fifth time-today-that someone has complimented on my outfit.

"So, did you hear?" Jill said then pushed her tray of food away and leaned forward. We all pushed our trays aside and leaned in towards her. "Abby Johnson was caught stealing from American Eagle this weekend."

"That's nothing," Becky rolled her green eyes. "The reason why Patty isn't in school today is because she got a spray tan and turned her skin orange."

"Pasty Patty!" We all exclaimed then started laughing.

Patty was a girl in our grade who had white skin and couldn't get a tan to save her life. We all came up with the nickname in the fifth grade when we were sitting in Art class. Ever since then, all the girls and even some of the boys call her Pasty Patty.

"Does anyone else have gossip better than that?" Mindy asked then looked at each one of us and we all shook our heads. "Well then, Becky you are the gossip queen of the day."

Becky stood up from her chair and bowed. We all laughed then pushed our trays back in front of us so we could finish our meals.

XoXoX

I walked through the trailer park listening to the screaming and the beeping of the cars from the highway across from the trailers. I found a trailer that had Hunter written on the front of the trailer. I had already passed about four other trailer cars that had Hunter written a crossed it.

"Are you Melody?" A middle-aged man asked me. He was standing there holding a lit cigarette in his hand. I nodded my head as I watched the smoke travel through the air. "Shawn called and said you would be here around five. He told me to call him if you actually did show up."

"Who are you?" I asked him.

"I'm Chet Hunter, Shawn's father, and who are you?"

"Melody Carson," I answered him.

He stood there for a moment and he looked like he was in deep thought. He turned his head and looked at me, more like observed me. "Carson," He said but it came out to more of a question. "Who is your father?"

"Mike," I said, slowly.

Chet took one look at my outfit then shook his head and muttered, "Impossible."

I stood there wondering what he meant by 'impossible'. I made myself a mental note to ask my father if he knew a Chet Hunter.

"Shawn is out working at his Uncle Stan's garage." Chet said putting on his jacket. "You wanna walk over and see him."

"Sure," I said.

We crossed the highway with no problem at all. We walked closer towards the garage and the sound of power tools became louder. I saw Shawn finishing changing a tire on an old pick-up truck. He had grease on his face and it looked like he had an old oil stain on his white tank top. He looked like a real mechanic, grease and all.

"Shawn," His father called and Shawn turned his head. "Melanie is here to see you."

"Melody," I corrected him.

"Sorry," He apologized then walked away to talk to an older looking man holding a wrench in his hand. That must be Uncle Stan, the owner of this place.

"Look," Shawn came up to me without even a simple hello. "I didn't think you would come today so I already promised my Uncle Stan that I would help him at the garage today."

"Okay then I will help you in the garage then we go back to your house to work on the project." I said, pulling my curly hair into a high ponytail.

"You're going to help me?" Shawn raised his eyebrows at me.

"Yeah," I said, slowly. "Why can't I help you?"

"You know nothing about cars." Shawn laughed.

"I told you to stop being so judgmental, just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I don't know anything about cars, Shawn." I put my hands on my hips and raised one eyebrow.

"Okay, if you think that you know all about cars then let's get started." Shawn said.

At first, Shawn had put me in charge of cleaning the cars, but after I insisted that I knew how to change tires and change the oil, Shawn let me try. I really must have surprised him by successfully changing the tires and the oil of the black Honda. He was so impressed that he let me stop cleaning the cars and go in to fix the navy blue truck.

Shawn and I continued fixing cars for hours, at seven o' clock Shawn's Uncle Stan was ready to close up for the night. My shirt was stained with oil and I had grease marks tattooed on my body.

"Are we going back to your house?" I asked Shawn when we finished running across the busy highway.

"Trailer," Shawn, corrected me and I rolled my eyes.

"Do you live there?" I asked him and he nodded his head. "Then it's your house, it's your home."

Shawn smiled, "You're sounding like Topanga."

I laughed then pushed his shoulder, playfully. This was the first time Shawn and I could talk to each other without trying to kill each other. I had to admit, it was somewhat nice, and maybe Shawn and I could end up being friends. Maybe.

Author's note:

This was the first chapter and it was based off of the episode 'Cory's Alternative Friends' even though I did change some things and told the story in the POV of my character Melody.

I am not going to make a chapter about every episode and some of the chapters might not be based on an episode. Also do you like the story being told in Melody's POV or should I tell some of the story in Shawn'

In the later chapters you will learn more about Melody and where she lives, what happened to her family and how Chet knows them. If you have any idea's you can tell me them. Also do you like the story being told in Melody's POV or should I tell some of the story in Shawn's POV? REVIEW PLEASE! :)