Authors' Note: Hi everyone. This is my first venture into That 70's Show fanfiction though I've been a hardcore fan for years. This story has been shifting around in my head for a while. These pesky buggers just don't go away until you write them down. Anyway, please review and let me know if I should continue. I plan to make this a multichapter story with heavy emphasis on the Hyde/Jackie pairing.
Disclaimer: I officially do not own Hyde, Jackie, or anything That 70's Show related. Let us commence to the borrowing of said characters.
The chair was cheap, plastic, and cold.
Not unlike his favorite basement chair, but this was different.
Everything inside of him wanted to punch the guy across from him right in that upturned nose of his. He didn't believe any of his crap. He never had and he, certainly, would not be brainwashed by the government now.
So what if Jackie had finally left him? She was bound to find out what a loser he was eventually.
She was his girlfriend. Now she wasn't. It should not be that big of deal.
Still, he'd driven down here in a drunken stupor and sat in the El Camino until the recruiting office opened. He'd smoked one last bud in the car beforehand, vapor courage, and walked with purpose to the door.
The doorbells jingled and then he'd been told to sit here, in this fucking uncomfortable chair, while he listened to the Army recruiter give his speech about honor, discipline, and purpose.
He heard Reds' imparted wisdom the whole time.
Honor. Honorable men don't cheat on their girlfriends and drunkenly marry the stripper they cheated with.
Discipline. Disciplined men don't sit around moping and smoking weed alone in not-even-their own parents' basement all day.
Purpose. Purposeful men don't stare absently at the ceiling for hours trying to figure out where it all went wrong.
This was the last place Hyde ever thought he would end up.
Still, he signed on the dotted line when given the pen.
Because it was 1980 and there was nobody left to worry about him at home.
No Jackie left to worry about him.
That was why.