Hyde's Death and Jackie's Regret
Buckets and buckets of rain was pouring down, flooding the streets of Point Place, Wisconsin. There was a thick, thick fog in the delicate sky; no one could see threw the dark painful mist. Jackie was upstairs alone pulling on her black lace gown. The material slipped on like a glove on her soft porcelain skin, which was glistening a gentle shade of tan. Jackie, who is rarely ever alone, sat on top of her cream comforter bawling, so she would have no tears left to cry at the funeral. Fifteen minutes past and she was still weeping, she glanced at the clock and realized she only had an hour left until the funeral would begin. She entered the bathroom and began to apply her foundation, following with her blush, eyeliner, mascara, and scarlet lipstick. As she was brushing her dark brown hair, Jackie heard the back door open than slam shut.
"Who is it?" Jackie hollered in a worried and timid voice.
"A robber, I'm here to steal your hairdryer," a man's voice hollered back from downstairs.
Jackie recognized the voice and couldn't help but smile; she then hollered back, "Shut up, you scared the crap out of me!"
Fez appeared at the bedroom door and laughing said, "God Forbid."
Jackie skipped up to him and gave him a little peck on the lips and returned to her mirror.
"I've been out of state for two weeks and that's all I get….like half of a kiss! Jackie…" Fez complained with a sarcastic twist.
Jackie ignored his comment and continued to put her hair up in a half pony, she froze in the air and thought, "Hey Fez?"
"Yah, what?"
"Do you think I should where my hair up or down?" Jackie said in a childish manner.
"Well…." Fez began, "You have gorgeous hair and everyone will be able to see how wonderful it is down, but if you put your hair up everyone will be able to see your pretty little face. Personally, I'd go with up."
"That's what I was thinking," Jackie said enthusiastically, she did not want Fez to worry about her so she acted as normal as possible.
"Here, I'll help you pick out some shoes, you know how I love putting together outfits," Jackie was relieved that Fez was oblivious to her feelings towards the funeral.
Fez sprinted into the closet and dug through clothes in search for the perfect pair of shoes. Eventually he came across a pair of adorable black flats and sexy pair of stilettos.
"What sort of look are you going for?" Fez asked.
"I want to say, of course I'm sad, but I'll be fine," Jackie replied.
"Definitely stilettos, they're so…. you," Fez said in his fashion designer voice, Fez could have grown up to be Tim Gunn, he sounded just like him.
After a few quiet minutes Fez said, "I have a surprise for you, I'll give it to you the end of the night."
"What is it?" Jackie replied anxiously.
"Hold your horses, it's a surprise," Fez answered.
"Come on…"
"Good day," Fez commented.
"But Fez…" Jackie complained.
"I said good day," Fez added.
Fez quickly changed into his rented suit and the pair of leather shoes Jackie had given to him for his birthday the previous year. He dressed in silence as Jackie applied hairspray with her lips sealed. The excitement was over; Hyde's funeral would begin in twenty minutes, which means both of them would have to face the excruciating pain of their love towards their dear late friend. Jackie grabbed an umbrella and clenched it hard in her sweaty palms. Fez and Jackie avoided the rain and dashed to the used black mustang parked in the driveway.
For the entire ride to the graveyard all that could be heard was the sound of the rain dripping on the window. When they finally arrived Fez opened Jackie's door for her. Jackie opened up her umbrella and made her way through the graveyard; from a distance she saw Kitty, Red, Laurie, Eric, and Donna. Donna waved and began to walk towards Jackie. Jackie was so calm in the car but her avoided feelings came back causing her eyes to water. She wiped the tears off her face as fast as she could and luckily when Donna made it over to her she looked as flawless as usual.
"Jackie, man how long has it been?" Donna announced, tears flooding giving Jackie a bear hug.
"I don't know, maybe a year and a half," Jackie whaled squeezing Donna.
"I hate that we have to meet on these circumstances," Donna claimed, choking on her tears.
"Yah, drug overdose, it's just terribly," Jackie said casually, storing her true feelings.
Donna suspiciously asked, "Are you okay?'
"Of course I'm okay, why wouldn't I be okay, do you think I'm not okay?" Jackie said, soon realizing how stupid she just sounded.
"Just checking," Donna said curiously.
"So how's…um…. Madison?" Jackie suggested, quickly changing the subject.
"Just fine, how's Fez….did he propose yet?" Donna asked poking fun at Jackie.
"No," Jackie whispered looking down at the soggy green grass.
Donna panicked when she saw disappointment in Jackie's eyes and tried to cover, "I'm sorry, Jackie."
"No, no he'll do it soon, I know he will," Jackie replied overblown with energy.
There was a long awkward silence; neither of them knew how to break out of it so Donna blurted out, "Eric and I are engaged…again."
Jackie nodded her head and rolled her eyes, she then said, "Yah, I heard, remember you called me and told me, like back in June."
"Oh yah, the wedding on April 7th, the invitation will be sent out, like, next week."
"Cool," Jackie said irritated.
"Come on!!!" Eric screamed from across the bone yard plain. "The service begins in a few minutes."
They both quickly remembered where they were and in sync screamed, "We're coming!"
"It's time," Donna whispered as a few tear left her face.
"Yah," Jackie said, trying to sound casual, but a single tear accidently left her big brown eyes.