**I do not own the characters used in this story. If I did, they would have ended up together and Season 8 would have been WAY different.
***Sorry if I got some of the conversation wrong. I wrote this all from memory.
*Enjoy!*
I can't believe this is happening.
I, Stephen Hyde, am out on a date with Jackie Burkehart. And I don't hate it!
What the hell is wrong with me?
I'm not supposed to like being on a date, alone, with Jackie. I'm supposed to hate Jackie, and yet, here I am, just me and her, my arm draped over her shoulders, and I don't want to leave.
It was shocking enough when I punched out that doucebag Chip for calling Jackie...what he called her (damn it,I can't even think the word next to her name)...But soon she was leaning in towards me and I, towards her, and then we were kissing and all I could think was how I didn't want it to end.
But it did.
"Huh. I didn't feel anything."
This stopped me a bit short. "Nothing?"
"Don't get me wrong,I mean it was hot, but...Well, did you feel anything?"
What could I say? That that kiss changed everything for me? That the moment our lips touched it felt like sparks between us? There's no way I could tell her that...Not when she said she felt nothing.
"No." But what if I never get this chance again... "wait..." I can do this.I can tell her. "No." I'm so pathetic.
"So, now what?"
Ah, yes...Now what? I just have to make her think that nothing's changed. That I don't think anything more for her than I did yesterday. "I wouldn't be opposed to doing it." That'll throw her off.
"Take me home you pig!"
Perfect. "Okay dear." Dear. Dear Jackie. Jackie dear. Before, it would have made me laugh, or puke, or both, but now...Now I kind of want to say it more.
Someone kill me now.
