Chapter One
Jackie Burkhart, the princess of Point Place lay atop of her pink bed writing thoughtfully in her journal. "Dear diary, I got a postcard in the mail today and guess what? Mom is in Miami! Can you believe it? I hardly can! She even invited Steven and I to visit her! I am super excited! I've already gone on a shopping spree to the mall in Kenosha because they have more stores. I bought new swimsuits, coverups, flip flops, and best of all, it gave me the excuse to buy Steven some nicer clothes. Pamela Burkhart has high standards, just like me, and I know this trip will go perfectly if I can get Steven out of those ratty jeans and dirty t-shirts. Ahh! We leave in a week. I'm going to talk to Steven about it tonight! Yay, Miami!"
That night, Jackie went over to the Forman house for dinner. While Kitty was making dinner, Jackie kept her company in the kitchen and the guys watched the Packers game in the family room.
"Okay, Mrs. Forman, I have to talk to you about something and not only is it super exciting, it's also super important."
"Oh no, sweetie, are you pregnant? Oh my god, Steven! Red's going to kill him!" she wailed, the suddenly she perked up, "I'm going to be a grandmother!"
"No, no. I am not pregnant. My mom's in Florida for the summer and she's asked me and Steven to visit her!" Jackie rolled her eyes. Ever since Kitty learnt that she had menopause, the only things on her mind were grandbabies. "I haven't told Steven yet. I'm worried he won't want to go. He doesn't get along very well with my mom."
"Well, Jackie, Steven doesn't know how to talk to adults because," she cautiously glanced around the room. After confirming that Hyde was still in the other room, she spoke again. "Because he doesn't have any parents. And he never learned how to meet his girlfriend's parents. I am sure he would love to go with you though. Red may seem like a grump, but believe me, when it comes to the things he loves, he's a big softie. That's just how Steven is with you." The older woman let out her signature laugh as Jackie smiled to herself. Even if Steven didn't want to see Pam, he would have a very hard time turning down a week of seeing Jackie wearing nothing but bikinis.
After dinner, the young couple made their way down to the basement which was luckily free of the rest of the usual occupants. Eric had dragged Donna to the Point Place Comic Con and Fez was with Kelso at the Hub trying to pick up girls. Hyde took his spot on his usual chair while Jackie opted for the couch instead of perching on his lap.
"Steven, guess what?" Jackie asked with a huge grin plastered across her face.
"Jackie, if you signed me up for dancing lessons again, I'm putting you on relationship probation for a month." Relationship probation was their form of timeout. Whenever Jackie would drag him on anything frilly, like ballroom dancing classes, she was prohibited from doing so again for however long the probation lasted. Likewise, if he tried taking her to any rock concerts or other activities she thought were dirty, he would be put on probation.
Jackie rolled her eyes, "No, Steven. My mom is back in America! We're going to Florida to visit her!"
"We're going to Florida? Pam decides to come back, won't come home to see her only daughter, and refuses to go somewhere cool, like California or Colorado."
"Steeeeeven, it's Florida! Tan skin, swimsuits, and it will all be paid for by whichever rich sap my mom is shacking up with."
"Fine, I'll go, but only for the swimsuits. And I'm playing Zeppelin."
"Steven, I've told you already," the shrill, small brunette whined from the couch. "She referred to you as 'the dirty bum I hang around' and instructed you to take a shower before coming. You will not give her the satisfaction of you playing Zeppelin"
"Dirty bum?" he smirked. "A week of annoying Pam with Zeppelin, circles, and dating her daughter, this could be fun."
Jackie got up from the couch and moved over to sit on his lap. "Okay, you will NOT be playing Led Zeppelin which we are in Florida. It's Florida! Dancing music only," she said bossily while removing his signature shades.
"I don't dance." Jackie rolled her eyes and pouted dramatically. "Alright, fine. I'll make you a deal, when Zeppelin plays, I'll dance." She smiled brightly and gave her puddin' pop a quick kiss.
"Great, now let's go pack. I've already bought you some nice clothes to bring, but I will let you bring some t-shirts and your favorite, dirtiest pair of jeans."
"Whatever," he shrugged while putting his sunglasses back on. He tapped her leg and she stood up. "C'mon," he said while heading to his room, "I know you've mentally picked out which shirts already."
Clapping her hands, she gladly skipped over to his room and took a seat cross legged on his cot. He moved over to the crate he kept his shirts in and began to hold them up for Jackie's approval. After selecting a couple of shirts and two pairs of jeans, they laid down together on the cot.
"So will we be sleeping together in Florida?" he smirked. Jackie gave him a quick hit on wrist and frowned.
"My mom isn't exactly the strictest of parents, but I don't think she'll be drunk enough to send her daughter off to a hotel room with a dirty bum."
"Don't act like you don't want to," he whispered while pressing up against her. She turned over so that their faces were mere inches apart.
"It. Would. Be. Nice," she murmured between small kisses. "Even if we're in separate rooms, we can sneak out to be together. It's hotter that way," she purred.
"I like the way you think, doll. When do we leave?" She jumped up from her comfortable spot on the bed.
"Oh my god! Steven, we leave tomorrow. I have to go finish packing. Do you have everything you need?" Laughing, he shook his head and sat up.
"Whatever, " he shrugged.
"Okay, Steven, I'll see you tomorrow morning at 9 am." Noting the the glare of disgust on his face about the thought of being awake before noon, she compromised. "Fine. We can leave at 11, but this means we're going to have to spend the night in a hotel. I know I'm beautiful, but Jackie Burkhart does not sleep in cars! Even the Burkharts need their beauty sleep." With a final peck on the lips, she exited the tiny room. He laid back down on the cot and tried to figure out if the Camino would have enough room for the extravagant amount of clothes and makeup Jackie would bring for a week in Florida. Rolling onto his side, he decided it didn't matter. Jackie could bring as many swimsuits as she wanted. With the sweet thought of Jackie in a bikini, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.