A/N: This may or may not be a one-shot fic, depending on how many people
actually read it. I'm writing this to make up for the fact that Valentine's
Day is my official bad luck day. ::weeps:: If it is mentioned in an episode
how Annie and Eric met and everything, I didn't see it, so erase all
memories about it for now! This takes place in the late 60s. . . I'd say
when Eric was about 17 or so, and Annie was about 16. I don't believe
they've ever said their ages on the show. Also, I don't remember them
mentioning Annie's maiden name, so in this story, it'll be Martin. If
either of these were in fact mentioned on the show at one point, PLEASE
tell me, and I'll change it. Thanks, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own 7th Heaven (yeah, right). No, Brenda Hampton and the WB own it, and I don't have any money, so no suing!
"Mr. Camden? Would you like to share that note you just passed to Miss Byrnes with the class?" asked Mr. Deland, the biology teacher.
Eric looked up, startled. "Uh. . . no, sir," he stuttered.
"Then I'll be seeing you after class?" The class began snickering and whispering.
"Uh. . . yes, sir," Eric stammered, as he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.
"Good." A paper airplane hit Eric's back, as he heard a few laughs behind him. He glared at the kids in the back of the room, and noticed one who was beginning to roll up a spit-ball. Mitch Mathers, also known as "the spit- ball king". He always sat in the back of the room and chucked spit-balls at the chalkboard. He did it so much, the teachers barely ever seemed to care.
Mr. Deland never seemed to be bothered with the varieties of different things being thrown as Eric throughout the period. In fact, only one of his teachers never put up with it. Miss Hopkins, his History teacher. She was always very impressed with how well he did in school, and even more impressed with his volunteer work at his church. Eric loved to help others whenever he could, and loved serving at his church every Sunday. He couldn't wait to be old enough to work professionally at his church, be the president of some charity, or even be a psychiatrist. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do yet, but he wanted to do something to help others.
Tom MacKee rolled his tongue and winked at Jackie. She winked back, unnoticed by Eric. The bell rang, and the class stood.
"Have a wonderful weekend," Mr. Deland muttered, with no enthusiasm whatsoever.
"Jackie, do you want to come to the Soup Kitchen with me today? I was going to go volunteer for a few hours after school," Eric suggested.
Jackie gave him a fake, but realistic smile. "I'm sorry, Eric. I was going to go to the pool hall with my sister this afternoon. Maybe on Friday?" she asked, charmingly.
Eric grinned. "Sure. See you then. Love you." He quickly kissed her, and said goodbye. Jackie turned to leave, but Eric stopped her.
"Wait! Valentine's Day is coming up, you know. Next week. Do you want to do something? It's also our 2nd year anniversary. Remember, I asked you out on Valentine's Day?" Eric asked.
Jackie smiled, recalling the day. "I remember. I'd love to do something," she agreed.
Eric's grin grew larger. "Great! I'll plan for something extravagant!" Eric told her, raising his eyebrows.
Jackie giggled, and ran off to her locker. Eric couldn't wait until Valentine's Day. He was going to make sure this was one day he'd never forget.
-------------- 5 hours later--------------
"Eric, it's okay, we're not very busy, and we have a new volunteer to help us. You've come here almost every day for the past three months! You go spend the night doing something fun," Mary Ryan, head of the Soup Kitchen, told Eric.
Eric frowned. "But-" he protested.
Mary put a finger to her lips, to shush him. "No buts. Go enjoy your night. Go find your girlfriend and treat her to dinner and a movie. You deserve it. Now, go on!"
Eric grinned. "Thanks, Mary. I think I will. I'll be back tomorrow!" he promised.
Mary chuckled. "Honey, you need to relax. I don't want your fantastic grades dropping because of us. You're a good man, Eric. You've helped change hundreds of thousands of lives around the world. It's hard to find kids like you who dedicate so much time to help out other people. You'd make a great teacher or psychiatrist, you know," she remarked.
Eric raised his eyebrows. "Thanks. Have a good time. Tell the new volunteer I said welcome," he requested, waving goodbye.
Eric dug into his jacket pockets to find his car keys. He opened the door, hopped in, and headed towards the pool hall.
"Ha! I win again! When are you going to give up? This is the 7th time I've beaten you!" Jackie laughed, as soon as Tom shot the 8 ball into a side pocket.
"I'll never surrender!" Tom joked. The two laughed at Tom's joke, and drew themselves together. Tom leaned down to swirl his tongue around in Jackie's mouth. He's been fantasizing about it all day, and his dream had finally come true.
"Did you. . . buy them?" Jackie whispered softly into Tom's ear.
Tom groaned. "Yes, of course. Are you sure that little crooked-nosed boyfriend of yours won't be around?" he asked.
Jackie smiled and nodded. "Positive. He told me he was going to the Soup Kitchen tonight. I don't want to break his heart, you know. He's too nice of a guy," Jackie explained.
Tom moaned again. "He goes to that Soup Kitchen every night. Isn't it about time he gave it a rest?" Tom asked.
"Not Eric," Jackie replied softly, as she embraced him and Frenched him once more.
"I love him, but I love you more," Jackie cooed. "Are you ready?"
Tom raised his eyebrows. "Always. Where do you want to go? My house? My parents are divorced, I'm an only child, and my father is always out trying to find new women at this time," Tom suggested.
Jackie smiled. "That would be perfect, Thomas." Tom's tongue entered Jackie's mouth for a third time, as Jackie's entered Tom's.
"Jackie?"
Jackie pulled away, startled. She turned towards the familiar voice, slowly. She saw a bouquet of flowers spilled in front of her feet, with Eric right behind them. She had never seen Eric's face so hurt before. Through all the times he's been teased, taunted, tormented, harassed; she's never seen his expression more pained in her entire life.
She opened her mouth, and started with the most famous words used when caught cheating. "Eric, I can explain-" she began.
"I'd like to hear you try. How could you?" Eric asked, a single tear silently slipping out of his eye.
Jackie knew this wasn't going to be an easy one to get out of. She sighed.
"That's what I thought. You can feel welcome to break my heart any time, because no one could do as much damage to it as you just did," Eric told her, shaking. "Well, at least now I know the truth. Good thing I wasn't needed at the Soup Kitchen. If there were starving people needing my help there, and I missed this, how long were you going to wait to tell me you didn't love me anymore?" Eric asked.
"I do love you, Eric," Jackie replied, sympathetically.
"Yeah? Then what do you call making out with this guy? Huh? And don't even try blaming it on him. He didn't make you cheat on me. You brought it on yourself," Eric lectured.
"I didn't know we were going exclusive. . ." Jackie told him. Eric laughed.
"You didn't know we were going exclusive. How unique. I wouldn't have thought of that one myself. Happy Valentine's Day. I hope you two live in misery together," Eric spat, as he stomped on the flowers below him.
Eric ran out of the pool hall, and drove back to the Soup Kitchen. He was sure he was more needed there than he was anywhere else.
"Eric, what are you doing here? I thought you were spending the evening with your girlfriend!" A 15 year old volunteer, named Lucy, stated.
"Yeah, but I got an early Valentine's Day present. Jackie with some guy in our Biology class." Eric shook his head, miserable. "I've never felt worse in my life."
Lucy walked over and put an arm around him. "Oh, Eric, that's horrible. I know how close you two were. Will it help if you meet the new volunteer?" she asked, trying to be comforting.
"I don't think so, but I guess I'm going to meet them eventually, anyway," Eric admitted.
Lucy smiled. "That's the spirit. She's a very nice woman, and she seems perfect for you! She goes to church every Sunday, she's cute, she's smart, she's sweet, and best of all, she's single!" Lucy squealed, excitedly.
Eric couldn't help but smile a tiny bit. "Trust me, you will love her! Ask her out for a cup of coffee!" Lucy whispered, as she led him to the main room.
There were about five people in the room, besides Lucy and Eric.
"Hi, Lucy!" A blonde girl of about sixteen grinned and waved to Lucy. Lucy waved back, cheerfully.
"That's her! That's her!" Lucy was bubbling with excitement. That was Lucy. Cheerful, optimistic, and always in a bright mood.
The blonde girl walked over and took off her gloves to shake Eric's hand. She raised an eyebrow. "I'm Annie. And you're handsome," Annie grinned, winking.
Eric beamed. "Thanks. I'm Eric. Nice to meet you, Annie."
A/N: Ah. . . I'm ending this chapter right here. So, shall I continue? I probably will, but Simon's Promise is my number one priority right now. If I do continue this, it'll probably be only one or two more chapters, because I don't really want this to be a big fic or anything. Hope you enjoyed it, though! Please review! Constructive criticism very welcome!
-World Industries Sk8r-
Disclaimer: I own 7th Heaven (yeah, right). No, Brenda Hampton and the WB own it, and I don't have any money, so no suing!
"Mr. Camden? Would you like to share that note you just passed to Miss Byrnes with the class?" asked Mr. Deland, the biology teacher.
Eric looked up, startled. "Uh. . . no, sir," he stuttered.
"Then I'll be seeing you after class?" The class began snickering and whispering.
"Uh. . . yes, sir," Eric stammered, as he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.
"Good." A paper airplane hit Eric's back, as he heard a few laughs behind him. He glared at the kids in the back of the room, and noticed one who was beginning to roll up a spit-ball. Mitch Mathers, also known as "the spit- ball king". He always sat in the back of the room and chucked spit-balls at the chalkboard. He did it so much, the teachers barely ever seemed to care.
Mr. Deland never seemed to be bothered with the varieties of different things being thrown as Eric throughout the period. In fact, only one of his teachers never put up with it. Miss Hopkins, his History teacher. She was always very impressed with how well he did in school, and even more impressed with his volunteer work at his church. Eric loved to help others whenever he could, and loved serving at his church every Sunday. He couldn't wait to be old enough to work professionally at his church, be the president of some charity, or even be a psychiatrist. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do yet, but he wanted to do something to help others.
Tom MacKee rolled his tongue and winked at Jackie. She winked back, unnoticed by Eric. The bell rang, and the class stood.
"Have a wonderful weekend," Mr. Deland muttered, with no enthusiasm whatsoever.
"Jackie, do you want to come to the Soup Kitchen with me today? I was going to go volunteer for a few hours after school," Eric suggested.
Jackie gave him a fake, but realistic smile. "I'm sorry, Eric. I was going to go to the pool hall with my sister this afternoon. Maybe on Friday?" she asked, charmingly.
Eric grinned. "Sure. See you then. Love you." He quickly kissed her, and said goodbye. Jackie turned to leave, but Eric stopped her.
"Wait! Valentine's Day is coming up, you know. Next week. Do you want to do something? It's also our 2nd year anniversary. Remember, I asked you out on Valentine's Day?" Eric asked.
Jackie smiled, recalling the day. "I remember. I'd love to do something," she agreed.
Eric's grin grew larger. "Great! I'll plan for something extravagant!" Eric told her, raising his eyebrows.
Jackie giggled, and ran off to her locker. Eric couldn't wait until Valentine's Day. He was going to make sure this was one day he'd never forget.
-------------- 5 hours later--------------
"Eric, it's okay, we're not very busy, and we have a new volunteer to help us. You've come here almost every day for the past three months! You go spend the night doing something fun," Mary Ryan, head of the Soup Kitchen, told Eric.
Eric frowned. "But-" he protested.
Mary put a finger to her lips, to shush him. "No buts. Go enjoy your night. Go find your girlfriend and treat her to dinner and a movie. You deserve it. Now, go on!"
Eric grinned. "Thanks, Mary. I think I will. I'll be back tomorrow!" he promised.
Mary chuckled. "Honey, you need to relax. I don't want your fantastic grades dropping because of us. You're a good man, Eric. You've helped change hundreds of thousands of lives around the world. It's hard to find kids like you who dedicate so much time to help out other people. You'd make a great teacher or psychiatrist, you know," she remarked.
Eric raised his eyebrows. "Thanks. Have a good time. Tell the new volunteer I said welcome," he requested, waving goodbye.
Eric dug into his jacket pockets to find his car keys. He opened the door, hopped in, and headed towards the pool hall.
"Ha! I win again! When are you going to give up? This is the 7th time I've beaten you!" Jackie laughed, as soon as Tom shot the 8 ball into a side pocket.
"I'll never surrender!" Tom joked. The two laughed at Tom's joke, and drew themselves together. Tom leaned down to swirl his tongue around in Jackie's mouth. He's been fantasizing about it all day, and his dream had finally come true.
"Did you. . . buy them?" Jackie whispered softly into Tom's ear.
Tom groaned. "Yes, of course. Are you sure that little crooked-nosed boyfriend of yours won't be around?" he asked.
Jackie smiled and nodded. "Positive. He told me he was going to the Soup Kitchen tonight. I don't want to break his heart, you know. He's too nice of a guy," Jackie explained.
Tom moaned again. "He goes to that Soup Kitchen every night. Isn't it about time he gave it a rest?" Tom asked.
"Not Eric," Jackie replied softly, as she embraced him and Frenched him once more.
"I love him, but I love you more," Jackie cooed. "Are you ready?"
Tom raised his eyebrows. "Always. Where do you want to go? My house? My parents are divorced, I'm an only child, and my father is always out trying to find new women at this time," Tom suggested.
Jackie smiled. "That would be perfect, Thomas." Tom's tongue entered Jackie's mouth for a third time, as Jackie's entered Tom's.
"Jackie?"
Jackie pulled away, startled. She turned towards the familiar voice, slowly. She saw a bouquet of flowers spilled in front of her feet, with Eric right behind them. She had never seen Eric's face so hurt before. Through all the times he's been teased, taunted, tormented, harassed; she's never seen his expression more pained in her entire life.
She opened her mouth, and started with the most famous words used when caught cheating. "Eric, I can explain-" she began.
"I'd like to hear you try. How could you?" Eric asked, a single tear silently slipping out of his eye.
Jackie knew this wasn't going to be an easy one to get out of. She sighed.
"That's what I thought. You can feel welcome to break my heart any time, because no one could do as much damage to it as you just did," Eric told her, shaking. "Well, at least now I know the truth. Good thing I wasn't needed at the Soup Kitchen. If there were starving people needing my help there, and I missed this, how long were you going to wait to tell me you didn't love me anymore?" Eric asked.
"I do love you, Eric," Jackie replied, sympathetically.
"Yeah? Then what do you call making out with this guy? Huh? And don't even try blaming it on him. He didn't make you cheat on me. You brought it on yourself," Eric lectured.
"I didn't know we were going exclusive. . ." Jackie told him. Eric laughed.
"You didn't know we were going exclusive. How unique. I wouldn't have thought of that one myself. Happy Valentine's Day. I hope you two live in misery together," Eric spat, as he stomped on the flowers below him.
Eric ran out of the pool hall, and drove back to the Soup Kitchen. He was sure he was more needed there than he was anywhere else.
"Eric, what are you doing here? I thought you were spending the evening with your girlfriend!" A 15 year old volunteer, named Lucy, stated.
"Yeah, but I got an early Valentine's Day present. Jackie with some guy in our Biology class." Eric shook his head, miserable. "I've never felt worse in my life."
Lucy walked over and put an arm around him. "Oh, Eric, that's horrible. I know how close you two were. Will it help if you meet the new volunteer?" she asked, trying to be comforting.
"I don't think so, but I guess I'm going to meet them eventually, anyway," Eric admitted.
Lucy smiled. "That's the spirit. She's a very nice woman, and she seems perfect for you! She goes to church every Sunday, she's cute, she's smart, she's sweet, and best of all, she's single!" Lucy squealed, excitedly.
Eric couldn't help but smile a tiny bit. "Trust me, you will love her! Ask her out for a cup of coffee!" Lucy whispered, as she led him to the main room.
There were about five people in the room, besides Lucy and Eric.
"Hi, Lucy!" A blonde girl of about sixteen grinned and waved to Lucy. Lucy waved back, cheerfully.
"That's her! That's her!" Lucy was bubbling with excitement. That was Lucy. Cheerful, optimistic, and always in a bright mood.
The blonde girl walked over and took off her gloves to shake Eric's hand. She raised an eyebrow. "I'm Annie. And you're handsome," Annie grinned, winking.
Eric beamed. "Thanks. I'm Eric. Nice to meet you, Annie."
A/N: Ah. . . I'm ending this chapter right here. So, shall I continue? I probably will, but Simon's Promise is my number one priority right now. If I do continue this, it'll probably be only one or two more chapters, because I don't really want this to be a big fic or anything. Hope you enjoyed it, though! Please review! Constructive criticism very welcome!
-World Industries Sk8r-