Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. Seriously, I really don't, its actually really sad.
Authors Note: First and Foremost, I am so, so, so sorry I fell off the face of the planet. I, I was really thrown for a loop the past four/five months, what with school, work, and life. I learned many a valuable lesson, such as, guys suck, like, not all of you, of course, only guys I like really. And I hate school, no, no I loathe school. There should be an escape button for that shit. But, seriously, I am so, so sorry.
I cant promise a speedy update for Thick as Thieves, because, honestly, I have tried writing so many different chapters for that story and, its ridiculous how some of them turned out. I am having major writers block, mainly because I thought it be real easy once I got Jackie and Hyde together, but, actually, I got really messed up with it. But I will continue trying to work on it and hopefully get an update soon.
This story, is actually, the first story that I have actually gotten past page one. Everything I have written since January has consisted of two or three paragraphs and has most likely gotten deleted because I thought it was crap. Oh, Im babbling. Im sorry, again.
Ok, for real, this is set a year after the season finale, with the one change that Eric didnt come back. In this story Eric comes back a year later to find his friends have moved on with their lives. The main focus will be Eric and Jackie (I so love them) There will most likely be J/E romantic wise, possibly J/H. There will be NO J/K; J/F; E/D (Maybe hints of E/D, but most likely not). The story takes place in 1981 and its a bit weird. There will be bits and pieces through out the story that would give the reader (you wonderful people) ideas of what happened circa 1980.
Please have an open mind and I love reviews, but your reading happiness is most important to me. As usual I love feedback and opinions and suggestions (that I always try to incorporate into the story) I hope you enjoy, Happy Readings!!
December 31st, 1980 11:54
The sound of the slider clicking in place had to have been the sweetest sound of the night. She leaned against the cool glass, breathing in the frigid air. It felt like daggers across her chest, but she was relieved as the flush of her cheeks faded into the wintry night. There was the slightest dusting of snow on the driveway, powdering the old Vista Cruiser, as well as a lone basketball. The ground was untouched, untainted by foot prints.
It was all rather beautiful, honestly.
She took another deep breath before gently pushing herself from the glass. The air was unforgiving as it wrapped around her, coaxing her in an uncomforting sort of way.
The year had gone by with almost no notice from her. It was simply another year.
Another year of screw ups, misunderstandings, and broken hearts. Another year drunk away by champagne and noise blowers on December thirty-first. Another year for the history books.
Her fist collided with the hood of the old Vista Cruiser. An angry noise rumbled through her throat as she retracted her fist and pressed her hands to her face.
Footsteps sounded from the driveway, forcing her to bring her face away from her hands. She stared, unafraid, down towards the dark street.
Where I come from, hitting a car like that will land you a swift kick in the ass. Her mouth dropped open as the voice ran across her brain.
He stood in front of her, arms crossed, a bag slung on his shoulder. He was wearing a black coat, a hint of a flannel shirt peeking from his chest. His face was rounder, fuller, hidden slightly from the specks of a five o'clock shadow. He looked different, slightly, but also very much the same.
Not that it mattered. She would know him anywhere. Even if she hadnt seen him in almost two years.
A loud eruption sounded from the house, reaching her ears, making her turned to stare into the empty kitchen. Goodbye to 1980 and hello to 1981. She shifted so she was staring back at the man she had known for the better part of her life. He too was looking towards the house, his face mixed with guilt and happiness.
"Happy New Year Jackie". His voice stung her this time, forcing her to feel things she had long ago buried. Such as the strange and weird journey it had been in his basement since she was six.
"Happy New Year Eric."
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He walked through the basement doors, dropping his duffel onto the hard cemented ground. He couldn't blame his raven haired friend for leaving. The night had probably been too much before his arrival.
As he sat on the couch he could feel the memories start to tug at his heart strings. He shut his eyes and leaned into the aged fabric, breathing in the faded scent of hash and the girls perfume. He breathed in what he could, his eyes heavy from lack of sleep.
It would be suicide trying to make it up to his old bedroom, walking through the crowd of old neighbors and older friends. He wasn't ready to face his mother or father. He was not prepared to face the so-called love of his life whom he had left two years ago. The girl he had sworn to love forever.
A yawn escaped his lips and he gently pressed his hand into the couch. Sure, it wasn't his bed, but it would do for the night.
Standing up, he began taking off his jacket and boots. He stretched up, walking towards the back of the basement, pushing Hydes door open. It was common knowledge the rocker-stoner had a couple of extra pillows and a blanket in the far corner.
The problem, however, was the fact that his friends room look unlived in. The cot was turned on its side, completely nude of sheets and blankets. There were a few extra boxes, boldly marked with holiday names. And all of the little personal effects that were purely Hyde, were gone.
Eric stood, his arms crossing over his shirt. In a way, he guessed, it was selfish of him to think that his friend would still be living in his parents home. Hyde had a father now and was working for himself. He had probably bought a house or moved into an apartment. He had probably gotten himself a girlfriend and moved in with her.
Two years could change a persons life.
The brown haired boy gave the small room a withered look, before walking in and searching for an extra blanket and pillow. It took a few minutes too long in his opinion, but he was able to locate his old sleeping bag and a small throw pillow.
He walked back into the main part of the basement and flopped down on the couch, twisting for several minutes. He had the rest of his life to figure shit out, especially since he was home now. Sleep was the only thing he could even pretend to care about.