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Clothes lay scattered throughout the room. Her make up bag was thrown on the bed. She was supposed to be moving in to her new apartment today. But Jackie Burkhart sat on the hotel room's couch watching some ridiculous soap opera that was making tears roll down her cheeks. She had tried to convince herself the rain was making her sleepy, but that wasn't the real reason she wasn't packing her suitcase. If she left the hotel and went to a more permanent place, it would mean there was no turning back. And she so desperately wanted her knight in shining armor to come rescue her. New York wasn't as glorious as she had expected it to be. The streets were dirty and the people were mean. She wouldn't be a princess in a glorious mansion. She would just be a kid in a shitty apartment. A knock at the door shattered her train of thought.
"It's probably the manager telling me I need to leave," she thought. But the last person she expected to be outside that door was there when she opened it.
Jackie, being the kind of girl she was, had practiced what she would tell Steven Hyde if she ever saw him again. She had a whole speech prepared. But once she saw him there, dripping wet, all thoughts left her brain. He didn't have his glasses on, so she could tell he was nervous. For the first time in her life, she was actually speechless. He was the first to break the silence.
"Are you going to let me in?" Jackie stepped aside to let him in and shut the door once he was in. After a few more moments of silence, she finally found her voice, "What are you doing here?"
Steven, who had been looking around the messy room, looked pointedly away from her when she spoke. Jackie began getting impatient. He never had an answer for anything. It was too much for her.
"Honestly, Hyde. What the hell do you want? You really had to come all the way out here to rub it in my face how much you hate me? How the hell did you find me anyways? I'm going to kill Fez. What do you want? Answer me, damnit!" Hyde kept quiet for a few more seconds while weighing his words carefully, which only made Jackie more furious. When he finally spoke, it was in the same soft voice he had used the only time he had told her he loved her, "I want you to come home."
Jackie laughed. It wasn't her usual, bubbly laugh. It was a very bitter laugh.
"Steven, I'm never going back."
Author's Note: I'm sorry for the delay. Finals started and I was really busy at school. But now I'm out for a month! I'm also really stuck as far as how I want this story to go. Don't worry though, I'm not going to abandon it. I know this is really short, but it's more of a transitional chapter. I promise the next one will be much better.