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"Coming Down Again"

Part l

Jackie's POV

That's it! That had done it for me. It was only moments ago I stormed out of there, masking the tears that were about to spill from the corner of my eyes. I could feel my ears get hot and my face burn from under the cold night's air that brushed against my face. I cried mentally to myself that I'm wearing waterproof mascara so no one would see me this way.

I have just got done arguing with Steven about our future plans or marriage together. Hoping, that maybe he would dodge around what I had asked him the right way, seeing that he would take that plunge with me to be be fully committed. His response was slow and languid. Baron like the cheap liquid molasses melting inside my throat whenever I chose to have pancakes at Donna's in the morning.

I gave him a question and all he said was "I don't know." What did he mean? He didn't know that he wanted a commitment with me? Are we even going to be together forever like we're supposed to be?

And no - no, he didn't know. He didn't know at all how hard I tried to make this relationship work. He didn't know how hurt I felt during each day I give to him. Even though, it was always me who was giving. Sometimes I wish for once; just for once, that he'd listen to me. That he'd actually really listen to me instead of just running off like some scared stray animal and avoiding me like this. Life has been rough to me lately, it was as if somebody had ran up punched me straight in the face with one of those gross cold iron fists, leaving me there lying in the snow bleeding my brains out with no one to help me. No one to save me..

Hell, if anything right now, if I were to describe how I felt at this very moment.. I would say cold.

Cold.

Cold like that god awful feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when there's no one there to hold you in need. Like feeling empty. Empty.. like those hollow wine bottles that my mother would leave at her mini-bar back in my more simple days.

Not because my heart has turned into stone or anything, but because there isn't anyone there to comfort me.

I mean, it was bad enough that Donna had rat me out at that dinner party and that foreign asshole Fez had left me to hang dry in my moment of need and awkwardness; but knowing that the one person, the only person who I could really depend on leave me just - just out like that alone didn't make me feel any better for the utter public humiliation that had been inflicted on me in front of a large crowd, stupid Forman and his sasquatch girlfriend.

I pressed my lips together tight, tasting the vanilla flavored Lip Smackers I had just smooth over my lips before I went to go meet Hyde in Eric's basement with the tip of my tongue. I folded my arms across my chest in the empty driveway. Defeated. In all my causes.

Ugh, I just wanted to get out of here. Just go somewhere. Do anything. I dunno, some place distant. As long as I don't see anyone. God, especially Donna.

Minutes would press on when I studied the shape of my feet and the blue and grays of pavement under a blur of warm tears. I wonder if it was completely normal to feel this crappy in any situation like this. I sniffled lightly, taking into the crisp autumn air into my nostrils. If there were anything I would undo during this moment, it would be the whole day. Just, start all over and have Donna take in her own stupid wedding stuff without ever meeting that Wannemacher bitch. She was so tacky, anyway. Where did she go off thinking that her life was so freaking successful?

God, I am such a mess and all of these negative thoughts weren't working. They could all just screw themselves for all I cared.

I sniffled once more.

And Fez.. God, Fez. Just thinking about him and his stupid revenge didn't take a good toll on me either. Knowing earlier today that he had his hungry perverted eyes set on that slutball bride that he kept screwing around with in my face didn't leave me a much of a good image either. Those eyes.. Those eyes, he said once were only meant for me!

"Jackie, you are the reason I am amazing.."

Liar!

You lying bastard, there wasn't any ounce of truth when you told me that in Forman's car; or those damn days you were trying to pursue me when things were bad with Michael! My mouth quivered when I wiped my nose with the soft, white handkerchief I pulled previously from my purse. What really fascinates me is how he gave up on me so easily.. Here I thought even after we messed around behind the world's backs he would still be truly devoted to me.

I guess it didn't come off as too much of a surprise anymore when he chose to be such a jerk. I mean, it was me who totally lead him on and left him for Steven; but he could at least have more sympathy than that for me rather than just throwing his manwhore antics in my face. Even when I smothered him in his face, he kept smiling. He kept smiling when I kissed Steven and had my arms all over him. Why was he like that? I didn't understand it at all.

Argh!

I hate my life.

...

I hate everyone..

...

..I hate me...

...

I dug my fingers into my trembling palms under my yellow sleeves and moped about with my head hung low. Grab a hold of yourself, Jackie.. This feeling's only temporary. A giant sigh winded through my throat. Just suddenly, breathing has gotten air intake built in my lungs became more shallow. My breath became more humid. I swallowed in a huge lump of air. I could still feel my heart pounding in my chest from after I confronted Steven.

Truth be told, I'm really hurting right now. Not only hurting, though; but really hurting. I wonder if Michael heard about my 'Wedding Party Burn' yet at Grooves or has told anyone for that matter. I paused for a short moment, digging my teeth into my bottom lip and then focused back at the gravel under my expensive boots. A few trinkets of tears spilled from my eyes. I grasped my shoulders, hearing the harsh winds brush against the trees and bushes of my surroundings and furrowed my thin plucked eyebrows. The daily burns and wedding party humiliation. All of that didn't matter to me right now. I thought solidly again. I just need to get out of there.

Slowly, my legs began to move, as if they did on their very own. With my arms still crossed and my thumbs inside my sleeves, I carelessly ambled away from the Vista Cruiser's parking space with my head still facing the cement.

I was already heading out at the corner of the townhouse. That empty, sick, feeling still crawling around my gut. Another sigh escaped my lips as I continued walking. I hear some type of growling of from an engine, roaring abate near the Forman's front fence. At the sound of the motor going off, my eyes immediately lifted to the familiar small vehicle that parked in the driveway.

I turned around completely, noticing it was Fez; then continued walking.

I have nothing to say to him.

He already ruined my day by abandoning me at that bitch's party. Bastard probably has slept with her already. Ironic, right? I still care about who he sleeps with even though I've been on and off with Steven for what feels like forever! Mmn.. It wasn't worth it. I just wanted to brush everything aside and ignore it.

"Jackie, that you?" The foreigner called, heaving upwards from his seat. He rested one arm on his open car door, slouched, wearing that same damn tuxedo from that recitals.

I turned around stiffly with my fingers arched and palms facing the ground. "Yes, Fez. It's me."

"Ahh, thought so." He grinned.

Why is he still smiling? I still never got that. Whenever he does that, it would irritate me to no end. Somehow, I felt cornered. I had to counter him with snappy comment.

"Oh!" A false act of surprise followed by pedicured fingers covering my mouth. "No skank under your arm today? I could of sworn you scored with that airhead bride by now."

"Well, well.. somebody has had a bowl of Bitchflakes this morning." His reply was harsh.

I chose to ignore it.

"No." He corrected. "I did not make love to that woman."

I placed a hand on a hip.

"So close." He hurtfully whispered.

"Yeah, yeah.." My eyes fixed on my fingernails, avoiding his rueful gaze. "So, what happened?"

"They kicked me out and the groom threatened to kick my ass." His tone was somewhat distorted at the end of the sentence.

Right on the spot, I laughed. "Ha! Well that's what you get for being such a creep!"

Another grin crept on his face. "Oh Jackie, hush. You don't have to be such a mean girl, we both know you liked it."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm saying.. You won't be able to hide from me anymore, Jacqueline."

"Unhh! Fez, harder - harder! Oh god, oh god! Fez, yes!" He tried his hardest to imitate my moans from a past encounter. My face flushed and my heart began to beat very fast. I quickly marched over there, depending on my life that no one heard him, and smacked his arm with the backside of my coiled fist. "And I told you, don't call me by that name again. Only my mother can call me that. And I don't sound like that!" I spat.

"Oh.. I am sorry, Jacqueline.." He snickered. I could feel my face burn up again. Glaring daggers, I turned sharply away from him and crossed my arms across my chest once more. "I forgot it would ruin your relationship with Hyde if I open my big mouth."

His voice was sour. A hint of jealousy leaked through that small sentence, sprinkled with a dash of hurt and disgust.

"Get. Over. It." A hoarse voice rumbled through my throat.

In return, he knitted his eyebrows in confusion and acted as if he didn't hear me correctly. "W- what? That's it?"

"Yes." I tried my best not to show any emotion.

His fingers reached out and hooked under my chin. "Jackie.." He called out my name. His voice is now softer for some reason. I peeled my lips open under his thumb. "Have you been crying?"

On the defensive, I slapped his wrist away. "Just leave me alone, you foreign bastard!"

For a moment, he took my anger as a hint and backed down.

"So what are you doing here?" My voice cracked a bit.

"Like I said.. I got kicked out of the party.." Fez muttered. "And.." He continued. "I came here to see how you are doing, since you left so quickly."

What a bunch of bull.

"Well, I sort of had to since bigfoot Donna exposed me like that."

"Jackie, I am sorry." He apologized once more under my pouring anger. "I'm sorry that I left you there and went off with that whore."

My eyes widened and I lifted my head.

"If it makes you feel any better, you were in all my wet dreams."

"Ugh.. Just drop it, okay Fez? I don't want to talk about that stupid party anymore."

Still hurt, I slid my eyes closed and rested my back beside him against one of his car doors.

"So, anywho..."

I turned my head, facing him with my arms crossed yet again.

"How are things doing with you and Hyde?"

Knowing that he didn't really want to talk about him, I shrugged indifferently and answered him. "Oh.. Me and Steven are over. You know that thing we were talking about earlier today? He completely blew me off about it. I'm SO over him. For good."

Not sure if he believed the last two sentences, he nodded and stared into the sky.

"So.. what does that mean?" Fez asked.

"We broke up, harebrain! The two of us are no more. He just kissed everything goodbye in less than 30 seconds."

"Oh.. That's.. that's - awful."

Duck like, I pouted my lips and arched a brow at him. Yet again, an awkward silence flourished the scene. With both hands I lifted them and smoothed over the tresses of hair that fell on his forehead. The hair that that slutty bride probably pushed her dirty fingers through. I stopped when what I was doing became apparent and returned back to my standing spot with my hands behind my back.

Tiredly, I breathed out again. "I'm gonna go." There was nothing more I can do at this very moment and I knew if I stayed any longer, I'd end up making out with him or getting filled up. At the most, at Forman's driveway where anyone could walk in on us and I didn't want that.

In my knee-high boots I began moving away from him. I really wasn't in any mood to double-dip, so inwardly I concurred.

"Oh wait, where are you going?"

"Out of here. That's for sure." Sarcasm brewed from the depths of my vocals, but he knew what I meant.

"Well, Jackie..." He rested his elbows against the door of his car. "If there's anyone you need to call, you know I'll always be here. Eric and Donna say they are going to be home in 30 by the way so.."

I've already climbed into the passenger's seat. "Let's go."

A/N: Thank you for reading. Part ll's gonna be hot. 8D