Title: Feeling Something
Author: molly22
Rating: PG
Summary: Hyde's POV after the kiss in the episode "Jackie Bags Hyde" (the one with the two barbeques and Jackie and Hyde's date)
Pairing: Jackie/Hyde
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Please don't sue.
A/N: read and review!
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The rhythm of our conversation
The perfection of her creation
The sex she slipped into my coffee
The way she felt when she first saw me
Hate to love and love to hate her
Like a broken record playerÂ
Back and forth and here and gone
And on and on and on and on...
--Maroon5, "The Sun," Songs for Jane
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If I was into all that romantic crap, I would say that the moment had been perfect. The two of us, sitting on the car, apparently silently content, her small hand in mine. Me, a kid clearly from the "wrong side of the tracks"; her, young and beautiful and--let's face it--rich. And also positive that she was in love with me. Then we moved into one another, our lips meeting in a sweet kiss. Yes, the moment would have been perfect.
That is, if I hadn't been with Jackie Berkhardt.
Sure, Jackie thinks she's in love with me. Or she did. Before our date tonight. But this whole "love" thing--its only a phase she's going through before she hooks back up with Kelso. Besides, she's not my type. She is, in fact, the complete opposite of my type. She's a cheerleader, for God's sake. She's shallow and superficial, and she reads Cosmo and Nancy Drew. Plus, she's had her tongue down Kelso's throat. And sure she can be cute and sweet and almost endearing sometimes, but I don't like her. I can't like her. I was only out on that date with her to prove Mrs. Forman wrong. To prove I had no feelings whatsoever for that girl.
But it wasn't like I hated kissing her. I mean, she's hot. And a good kisser. A really good kisser.
And even though she's been parading around, talking about how much she loves me, when we pulled apart, I could see the disappointment on her face. She explained that the kiss had been hot, but she "felt nothing." No connection.
I assured her that I too had felt nothing, but that, even so, I wasn't opposed to doing "it".
And then she smiled that gorgeous born-to-model smile and hit me in the arm.
So, I guess we agreed to be friends. She didn't hate me, but she didn't love me. And I didn't hate her.
But I promised that I didn't feel a romantic connection with her in any way, shape, or form.
I just wish I hadn't been lying when I said that.
A/N: So what did you think? I know, its kind of short....Should I leave it at this or add another chapter, maybe this one from Jackie's POV....Give me some ideas, people. I value your opinion.
Author: molly22
Rating: PG
Summary: Hyde's POV after the kiss in the episode "Jackie Bags Hyde" (the one with the two barbeques and Jackie and Hyde's date)
Pairing: Jackie/Hyde
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Please don't sue.
A/N: read and review!
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The rhythm of our conversation
The perfection of her creation
The sex she slipped into my coffee
The way she felt when she first saw me
Hate to love and love to hate her
Like a broken record playerÂ
Back and forth and here and gone
And on and on and on and on...
--Maroon5, "The Sun," Songs for Jane
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If I was into all that romantic crap, I would say that the moment had been perfect. The two of us, sitting on the car, apparently silently content, her small hand in mine. Me, a kid clearly from the "wrong side of the tracks"; her, young and beautiful and--let's face it--rich. And also positive that she was in love with me. Then we moved into one another, our lips meeting in a sweet kiss. Yes, the moment would have been perfect.
That is, if I hadn't been with Jackie Berkhardt.
Sure, Jackie thinks she's in love with me. Or she did. Before our date tonight. But this whole "love" thing--its only a phase she's going through before she hooks back up with Kelso. Besides, she's not my type. She is, in fact, the complete opposite of my type. She's a cheerleader, for God's sake. She's shallow and superficial, and she reads Cosmo and Nancy Drew. Plus, she's had her tongue down Kelso's throat. And sure she can be cute and sweet and almost endearing sometimes, but I don't like her. I can't like her. I was only out on that date with her to prove Mrs. Forman wrong. To prove I had no feelings whatsoever for that girl.
But it wasn't like I hated kissing her. I mean, she's hot. And a good kisser. A really good kisser.
And even though she's been parading around, talking about how much she loves me, when we pulled apart, I could see the disappointment on her face. She explained that the kiss had been hot, but she "felt nothing." No connection.
I assured her that I too had felt nothing, but that, even so, I wasn't opposed to doing "it".
And then she smiled that gorgeous born-to-model smile and hit me in the arm.
So, I guess we agreed to be friends. She didn't hate me, but she didn't love me. And I didn't hate her.
But I promised that I didn't feel a romantic connection with her in any way, shape, or form.
I just wish I hadn't been lying when I said that.
A/N: So what did you think? I know, its kind of short....Should I leave it at this or add another chapter, maybe this one from Jackie's POV....Give me some ideas, people. I value your opinion.