Author's Note: I was browsing some of the writing challenge forum's and this one caught my eye.

I Got the Boy

Chapter One

The Invitation

The busy hustle of the street seemed slower than normal, but maybe that was because she was in a hurry to be home and wash away the stressful day. She smiled at the owner of the organic fruit and vegetable stand that she passed by every day and made purchases from every Sunday, took a quick glimpse of the liquor store she occasionally stopped by simply due to convenience before rushing into the double doors. Starting to unwrap the scarf from around her neck, she went straight for the elevator.

On a normal day, she would take the stairs to try and get in any extra bit of exercise since she was confined to a desk all day but today, today she just needed to alienate herself from the world. The green scarf was away, letting her neck breathe, and neatly piled in her left hand as her right hand searched for the keys in her pocket. Shifting her weight from one foot to the next, the key found its way in the hole and opened the door to her sanctuary; a small but comfy one-bedroom apartment.

Many of the pieces of furniture represented her living room at home, sharing the same color of light blue in her father's living room. Granted, Bob did help fund it and greatly influenced the style and color of items in her home. Even if it wasn't all completely her style, it was just what Donna needed to feel at home. It had greatly helped her home sick days in the earlier years when she had uprooted herself from Point Place and practically cut off contact from everyone.

She tried to keep in touch with Fez, who had an up and coming fashion line, and also lived in New York. They tried to schedule coffee once a month but Donna had made it clear that she didn't want to know too many details of Point Place – either from Fez or her father. She couldn't risk getting sucked back there with all the pointless drama. The last year of the 70's really put everything in perspective for her and how much she had set herself back on her goals.

Even if she had a change of heart, Fez was too busy breaking out in the fashion industry and her father respected her wishes enough. Or, at least he tried. There were a few times he tried passing on a message from Eric, but she didn't want to be concerned. It was probably just another attempt to win her back. After enough tries, Bob stopped altogether.

Donna made sure to lock up her front door, making her way to the kitchen counter. Placing her keys in the small yellow bowl designated for keys and change. Her mail was already waiting for her on the counter, courtesy of her personal assistant, Tracey. Tracey only collected the mail for her on Thursday's, came to clean out her fridge of any old food and generally maintained her apartment if Donna couldn't get to it.

Thursday, thank God. Only one more day and then it's Friday.

Her fingers reached for the mail, thumbing through them. They all looked the same except for one in the middle. It was a light lavender envelope, with her name and address written beautifully on the front in calligraphy. "This is fancy," she chuckled. Who sends these types of letters? Turning it over she saw the envelope was sealed with hot wax, a beautiful F placed on the flap. Promptly above it was Kitty's name. No return address and no other indication it was from someone else. Just Kitty Foreman.

She placed it back on the counter, her fingers tapping the counter. Should she open it? Why would Kitty send such a fancy letter? Why not just try and call her? If her father had given the Foreman's her address, he obviously would have given them her phone number as well. Sure, she was avoiding Eric and almost everyone else in Point Place but Mrs. Foreman was like a mother to her. She sent them a Christmas card every December, making sure to include a small paragraph of what she was up to. Yes, it didn't contain her address but she always made sure that they knew she was alive and well. Every year for Kitty's birthday, she made sure her father bought flowers and a present for her.

Did she even want to open it?

Before she could come to a conclusion for her thoughts, she jumped when her phone range. "Calm down, Donna," she whispered, picking up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Donna. How are you doing, foxy girl?"

Fez. She smiled.

"Hello, Fez. How are you? Is it time to schedule our coffee date already?"

"Coffee? No you silly girl. I am calling to see if you got an invitation, too? If not, you wanna be my plus one? You're just the right height and hair color to show case a new gown I am launching this November. And-"

"Invitation? What invitation?"

She looked back at the fancy purple envelope. "The purple envelope from Mrs. Foreman?"

"Yes!" she could hear the sass and eye-rolling in his response.

"I haven't opened it yet… Hang on."

Holding the phone with her ear and shoulder, she picked the envelope back up. It couldn't be that bad if Fez had gotten one too. Maybe everyone got one. Or, everyone in their circle.

Ripping it open, she pulled out the single piece of firm and sturdy paper. There were flowers etched on the side, more lavender and some blue decorated the page before her. But what caught her eye, was the black font before her:

Mr. and Mrs. Foreman

Request the Honor of Your Presence

At the Marriage of Their Son

Eric Foreman

To Jaqueline Burkhart

Saturday, the 19th of July

Nineteen and Eighty-Six

At Four O'Clock in the Afternoon

"Oh my god."

"Mom, please. No embarrassing me at my own wedding with "cute" stories about me, or my butt or me naked."

Eric tried pleading with his mother for what seemed like the hundredth time. She sat at the table in the all too familiar kitchen, her pencil moving across the page quickly yet gracefully. She had been working on her wedding speech ever since Eric had proposed to Jackie the Christmas that seemed like yesterday. Almost every version seemed to have a version of Kitty crying or Eric trying to make a distraction.

"Leave her alone, Eric."

Jackie gave Eric a kiss on the lips, before joining her future mother in law at the table. "As long as it isn't too emotional that it ruins my make-up, which will ruin my wedding photos, then it's fine with me!"

"Aww, see, now Jackie. Jackie, she gets it!" her infamous laugh filled the kitchen, Jackie beaming at Kitty and her future husband, Eric giving up and making his way to the fridge. "I will not be silenced!"

He opened the fridge, trying to make a selection of the perfect late night snack. "Left overs… Or maybe brownies. Oh my god. Jackie, is there any left over's from the cake tasting you brought home? That chocolate was to die fo—" before he could finish, the kitchen phone range.

"Now, who could that be? It's almost 10 o'clock at night."

Kitty placed her pencil down, flipping the piece of paper over before making her way to the kitchen phone. "Foreman residence, Kitty speaking."

The familiar voice only spoke Kitty's name, but she knew who it was.

Kitty's eyes went wide, turning to look at Jackie and then setting her sights on Eric.

"Donna?"

This caught both of the young adult's attentions. Jackie quickly got up, edging closer and closer to Kitty to try and listen to the conversation. Eric, trying to not seem nervous, settled on a can of pop. Closing the fridge, he nestled himself by the sink to lean on and opened it.

"Mhmm.. I see you received our invitation. We weren't sure since you hadn't responded to our earlier letters. And each time we tried to call you, you never seemed to be home."

Kitty's awkward laugh filled the phone, placing one hand on her hip.

Jackie crossed her arms, mouthing to Mrs. Foreman.

"Umm. Yes, our letter's. Jackie initially wanted you to be a brides maid in the wedding… Oh, you can?! That's great to hear! As you know, the wedding is in three weeks. Do you think you could fly in as soon as possible to help finalize the last of the wedding details? …. You can, that's great! Uh-huh. See you soon!"

And with that, she hung up the phone.

Jackie couldn't help but through her hands up in the air. "Mrs. Foreman, why would you tell her that? She ignored me all of this time and all of a sudden she wants to be part of the wedding? Three weeks before? I have so much stress already and I don't need this!"

"Jackie, dear. Settle down."

The dark haired beauty pursed her lips together, her arms finding them tightly crossed again.

"Now," Kitty started, "First of all. I have asked you to start calling me 'mom'. And secondly, she said she has just… forgot to open them. But she is so happy to be part of this joyous union. And she wants to fly in tomorrow to reconnect with everyone!" Again, her nervous laugh filled the room before she made her exit to leave the lovebirds alone.

"It's ok, Jackie. Don't stress."

Setting his nearly empty can of pop down, he made his way to his fiancée. Wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, he started to kiss her neck. He could feel her tense body slowly allowing his kisses to relieve her, he lead her out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his old room.

Even though she went willingly with him and wasn't having one of the many bridal fits she had constantly had over the little and big details, he knew that she would be loud and bossy tomorrow when they woke.

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