Hello people of !
It's been a while, I know, but you know what, I've been really busy. And yes, you've heard that a million times, but between school, work and my coaching job, there are just not enough hours in a day. I figured if there were 4 more hours in a day, I'd have enough time to write more.
Oh, and a another thing, I've started like 6 stories, all of which are going nowhere.
SO, while I throw more ideas around to see which ones turn into something, I decided to make this little thing. It's like little things I'd imagine Jackie would think when she would sit and ponder about Hyde. It's not really a complete story, just drabbles of things. And well, to be honest, they're kinda like starting paragraphs of stories that didn't make it anywhere. Wahh, wahhhh, wahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I would imagine myself updating this as often as I come up with crap ideas, which is a lot. So I hope you enjoy.
And like every other person on here would say, R&R por favor!
Love much, Kee.
The first words that come to mind when I think of you are: bastard, stupid and cute. Why? Because you're a bastard, you're completely stupid and yet you still manage to stay cute in my eyes. I've been in love with you for a while now, and well, I don't see that changing anytime in the near future, and honestly, that kinda bugs the shit out of me sometimes. Why? Because you're a cute, stupid bastard.
When I was little, I used to dream about getting carried away on the back of a white stallion, holding on to my prince and riding away into the sunset, with romantic music in the background. Then I met you, and the biggest dream I have is being in the front seat of your Camino, driving to the mall. Which by the way, I still haven't even gotten out of you. But anyway, what I'm trying to say is that maybe I've changed slightly. I used to have extremely impossible expectations of what my ideal boyfriend should do to make me ideally happy. But now I realize that I just need someone who understands me, someone who tries to make me happy, someone who cares. But honestly, I can't even get that out of you. I'm tired of waiting around for you to do something, I'm tired of waiting for that little piece of effort.
Yes, you're Steven Hyde. You're a badass, you don't conform to the rules, you don't believe in our government. We all know what you're all about. You came from a bad home, where your Mom didn't care for you, and your Dad wasn't around. But I'm Jackie Burkhart. I'm spoiled, I don't believe in cheap shampoo, and I believe high heels are the only way to go. But you know where I come from. I came from a nice house, where my Mom was never around, and my Dad didn't stick around long enough to properly care for me. So I'm tired of you telling me that I don't know what you've been through. Yes, the circumstances are different, but I know what it's like to raise myself and what abandonment means. I went through it all. I might've had money, but it never made up for that empty feeling I always carried inside of me.
I'm scared to be with you, because I know you're nothing like what my ideal guy would be like. You're never going to say you love me, you're never going to take me out, and you're never going to write me love songs. But at the same time, I'm oh so happy being with you, because even if it's not ideal, you still do things in your own way. I know you love because of the way you look at me, I can see it in your blue eyes whenever we're alone. You don't take me out, because we're both just happy sitting with each other, even if it's me blabbering away about my day. And yes, you're never going to write me a song, because, well, that's impossible to ask of you. Yet, you manage to always have a love song playing in the background when we're hanging out. You're a complete sappy, love hungry fool. And a cheap ass. Cheap.
I was looking at our reflections through the mirror today. My hair was perfect, my make-up was perfect and my outfit was perfect. Girls are always envious of my looks, because I don't hafta try too hard. Beauty just comes natural to me. And you know what? Scruffy just comes natural to you. Crazy curly afro, some peach fuzz, your sunglasses. Hell, even the band shirts, jeans and boots. You don't hafta try hard, because you're just so laid back, and that shows in your style. It's weird, we're totally different in terms of style, and yet we look like we complete each other. I'm a complete goddess, and you're a hobo looking thing. Which, evens out to about higher middle class looking people. I can deal with that. It's hot whenever I think about getting down and dirty and sexy and not sweaty (I don't sweat) with a forbidden looking man.
PS, if there are things you'd specifically like me to talk about here, feel free to tell me. I'd be more than happy to take that and make up something I think Jackie would say.
For example, what Jackie thinks about Hyde's car. Uhm, what Jackie thinks about Hyde's pinky finger ring. Why Jackie and Eric really don't get along.
Of course, everything I write will somehow include some zennie loving in there.
Let's make this all interactive my lovely readers! 3 Until next time, Kee!