I Do Not Own That 70's Show

"WHAT THE HELL!"

Standing at the bottom of the step Donna looked on in horror at what could only be described as disgusting happened before her. "I just wanted a fudgicle."

That was all she wanted. It was hot outside today and she was hungry.

"Not anymore," The tall red heads stomach flipped at the abnormal going on's in the basement. Worse they were doing it where they did the circle.

"Hellooo? Donna?" Jackie snapped huffing at her friends rude staring. She would have crossed her arms but they were glued to Stevens's strong shoulders.

"He must be working out." She thought subtly squeezing her arms before realizing what she was doing. "Dammit, bad Jackie. It's Steven the poor burnout. You don't like him, you love Kelso- Michael! You love Michael."

Besides Steven had always been the most in shape of the group. Eric was a twig, Michael had muscle but was still skinny and Fez well with all the candy he ate she doubted he could run any faster than her grandmother even if he was a foreigner.

"Get the hell off the couch, Jackie!" Donna snapped. Because there was no way she was speaking the unholiness out loud. Telling the small brunette to get off Hyde would be confirming that she was on top of him and she couldn't say that. It was gross.

"Nope," Jackie said popping the P and giggling as she turned her head into Stevens' neck. Maybe he would see that Donna was disturbed by their position and go along with it as a burn. She hoped that he would.

He would get a laugh out of it and she would stay in his arms a little longer.

"Hyde, tell her to move." Donna turned on the more reasonable of the two. Sure Hyde had been acting weird lately but there was no way he could enjoy what was happening right now.

Steven who was actually enjoying himself, half because of Donna's hysterical reaction and the other half because of the familiar weight on his lap frowned at being put on the spot. He didn't need to look down to see the anxious gleam in Jackie's eyes wondering if he would push her away now that other people were around.

He could order her to get up, keep his Zen and stay silent as Donna raved or he could let her stay. And then deal with Donna who would tell everyone else what she saw and he would have to deal with Forman's bitching about dating the devil, Fez bitching about why he didn't get a turn with his goddess and then last but not least Kelso who would bitch about how he was dogging him.

He was going to have to kick a lot of ass. But Jackie liked that kind of shit anyway. Knight's defending her honor and all that crap.

"Alright, up you get," Hyde tapped Jackie on her thigh a few times maybe a little higher than he needed but hey, she was the one sitting on him.

"What?" Jackie leaned away from him staring at him with hurt eyes.

He stared back his amusement hidden behind his glasses. The only give away to what he was feeling was the cocky smirk on his face. "I need to head to the thrift shop near the hut. I'm pretty sure I saw a purple t-shirt for sale the other day."

Jackie gasped and swung a tiny fist hitting him in the chest. "My dress is lilac and you are not wearing a t-shirt to Prom! You need a tux."

Hyde shrugged and stood up from couch eliciting a squeal from Jackie who was still in his arms. Setting back on the ground he smirked again. "What's the difference?"

"Steven!" Jackie smacked the burnout again before turning away to hide her reddening cheeks. She was right about him putting on muscle. He had lifted her without so much as a grunt like Michael did which made her feel fat. "Stupid Michael."

"Hyde you're going to the prom? You've never been to a school dance in your life. No, scratch that you've never been to a school event in your life."

Hyde looked at Donna and shrugged. "Never had a reason to."

"Oh, Steven."

"No!" Donna who was still watching the unnatural occurrence that was Jackie and Hyde nearly choked on her words at Jackie's love struck eyes. "No more Oh Stevens, or talks about prom in the basement."

"Fine," Hyde shrugged and wrapped an arm around Jackie's slim waist. "Let's go doll. Unless you want me to wear a t-shirt you have to be forced to spend the day in hell right alongside me."

Doll. Jackie's already flustered face went straight to code red, bright as a cherry. His words about never having a reason to go to dances, his arm around her waist and the pet name.

Grabbing his jacket off the rack Hyde did a one eighty and passed Donna to take the stairs up to the kitchen. "You alright with that?"

"What?" Jackie blushed even harder looking down when Steven stared at her waiting for an answer to a question she hadn't heard.

"Are you going to be fine with being stuck at the mall all day? Only total losers hang out there so it's not going to be very exciting."

"I hang out there!"

Hyde let his arm fall from her waist and grabbed her hand in his as they walked up the steps to the kitchen. "And?"

"Steven!"

"Steven!

"Crap!" Sitting at the kitchen table Red looked up from his sandwich and caught the expectant stare from his wife.

Damn dumbass. Why couldn't Steven leave through the stairs in the basement?

"Red," Kitty said when Steven and the loud girl walked into the kitchen.

"Steven," Red called before they could leave. "We need to talk to you."

Hyde who had a feeling this conversation was coming nodded and handed Jackie the keys to the El-Camino. "Don't leave the driveway."

Turning back to the Forman's after Jackie left the kitchen he took his glasses off. Mr., Forman found it disrespectful not to look someone in the eye when speaking and this time around he was trying to better at listening.

"Eric told you guys about my mom bailing."

"No...No, I was doing laundry and I overheard him talking to Donna. Ha-ha! Kitty laughed nervously.

"You were spying."

Kitty glared at Red who was laughing. "There was no spying. I just overheard a conversation that I wasn't meant to hear."

Hyde shrugged. "Sounds like spying to me."

"Red, don't you have something to say?"

Red stopped laughed and cleared his throat. "Right, listen, Steven, someone your age shouldn't be living alone. You should stay here."

Hyde smile at the words. "Cool, how much?"

Red who had gone back to his paper looked back up at Steven who was still standing in his kitchen. "How much what?"

"How much for rent?"

Kitty who was happy Steven was finally being given the chance to live somewhere safer gasped at the question. "Steven you don't have-"

"Twenty dollars a month and you pick up some of Eric's chores." Red interrupted his wife and Hyde nodded in agreement.

Twenty bucks weren't bad. A lot less than what he was paying to stay in his trailer. "Done. Thanks, Mr. Forman. Mrs. Forman."

"You're welcome, son," Red said going back to his paper as Steven left the kitchen leaving him in peace. "That was easier than I thought it would be."

"Red Forman how could you!" Kitty spat smacking a hand on the table. "You can't make that poor boy pay rent."

Red sighed looking up from his paper again. "Listen, Kitty, Steven isn't Eric or one of his dumbass friends. If living alone even for a few weeks taught him anything it's that money doesn't grow on trees. He wouldn't have agreed to stay here for free."

"He is a child, Red." Kitty sighed sadly. "He shouldn't need to be paying for a roof over his head."

"No he shouldn't, but that is the hand he was dealt in life and you don't hear him moaning about how unfair it is. He laces up his boots and deals with and that's how he handles things." Red smirked.

"Hopefully he rubs off on Eric and he gets his head out of his ass. Ha, that'll be the day."

Kitty shook her head. She would talk to Steven again when he came back home. Maybe try to get Eric to talk some sense into him.

So sorry about the long waits between chapters.

Next chapter will be Prom! If all goes well it will be a lot sooner than this one!