Note: This is my first fanfiction EVER! And I just so happen to be a Kelso and Jackie shipper! Haha! Anyway's. Reviews - comment or crutique - is much appreciated! And whether or not I should add a chapter two, will depend on the reviews! Please read and review, I hope you enjoy and so on!

Time: March 1980. Current Summary: Jackie and Fez are together and this is based three months after the season finale. Jackie and Fez are still together. Eric ended up staying and not going back to Africa and him and Donna are now trying to make it work and so far so good. Kelso is down visiting on vacation and taking a break from his job at the Playboy mansion.

"MICHAEL!" Jackie yelled. The palm of her hand came down hard on his bare chest, causing a loud 'Smack' sound. He shot up and rubbed where he had been hit.

"Damn Jackie!" He glared at her and looked around, a lost expression stuck on his face.

Jackie gathered the sheets that surrounded them and she held them up to her neck, leaving no part of her exposed. She couldn't believe that this had happened. How had it happened? How did it even began. She looked at him disgusted. She shook her head. "Ugh. You know if you weren't such a dog Michael, this never would have happened!"

Kelso looked up at her, the lost expression still plastered on his perfect face. "Jackie, I'm still trying to figure out what happened." He looked around and snapped his fingers, signaling that he had an idea. "You know what might help me remember? If you dropped the sheet since it wasn't there last night!"

Jackie growled at him and smacked him with a pillow. "You're so disgusting!" She bent down to retrieve her clothes that lay crumpled and wrinkled on the floor and then walked into the bathroom. As she changed she replayed the whole night. Now she hadn't gotten drunk. She was just taking Michael to his hotel after he had spent more than an hour in 'The Circle' and was in no condition to drive. And since she hadn't been involved in 'The Circle' she was the only one who was able to drive him. At first she had refused. 'Only poor people drive other people around!' But somehow they had gotten her to agree to it. She pulled on her shirt and sat down on the seat of the toilet and just thought. Now, she normally was against the whole 'think about it' because a nice shopping trip and telling everyone that she was a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader and letting people tell her how beautiful she was always made her feel better, but this situation was far more worse. This would not be cured by shopping. This would call for a shopping spree and a pedi/manicure combo. She finally decided to step out and when she did she looked to see Michael, fully dressed, and completely spaced out.

When she looked at him she couldn't help but feel bad and a recap from last night couldn't help but play in her mind. Then, it hit her. Never had she ever cheated on someone, it was always Michael or Hyde who cheated on her, but now it was her who had cheated and of course she had cheated on the one guy who had remained completely faithful to her. Maybe it was because no one would sleep with him anyway. After all, he was a foreigner, but still. That didn't change anything.

Michael turned to face her. "Jackie."

"Michael."

They just looked at each other. Michael was trying to hide the smile. He always got the ladies and this wasn't knew he and Jackie had always been off and on and he did have feelings for her, but he couldn't be in love with her or anything. No way. It was either Jackie or Playboy bunnies. The answer was obvious: Playboy bunnies.

As Jackie looked at him she was trying not to hurl. It wasn't because she was disgusted by him or anything. It was because for once in her life, instead of admiring and loving being who she was, she was disgusted with herself. And as she looked at him and returned his gaze the thought that she had been holding back just popped in her head. 'I still love Michael Kelso.'