Chapter 7: Chain of Love
"What do you mean you don't have it?" I questioned him.
Kelso shifted his balance, nervously. "Well, I had it. I just don't have it anymore." I lunged at him.
"Ow, ow, ow! Still attached to you, still attached to you!" Jackie cried out in pain.
"Sorry," I said softly. "I just want to kick this idiot's ass."
"Hey, I'll get the key. Let me just go back to the shop," he told us. He grabbed his jacket. "I'll be right back." He left the basement.
"What are we going to do, Steven?" Jackie asked, giving me a pleading look.
"We're just going to have to wait for Kelso." I led her towards the couch.
"No, I can't stay here. I have to practice my moves!" she exclaimed. "I can't be here… stuck with you."
"Look princess, do you really think I want to be here, chained to you?"
"Please, like you have anything better to do."
"Yeah, I just love being handcuffed to a snobby cheerleader who thinks Pink Floyd is a new fashion designer," I ridiculed her.
She glared at me. "Fine, let's just sit here quietly, until Michael comes back."
"That's the smartest thing you said all day," I mumbled. I leaned back against the couch and took a quick glance at her. She looked upset. Damn, being handcuffed to me wasn't that bad, was it? Wait… I don't care. Yeah… I don't care at all.
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After 40 minutes of waiting for Kelso, I was fed up. "Where the hell is he?!" I yelled in frustration.
"I don't know. Stop yelling at me!" she screamed.
"I'm not yelling," I said in a much softer tone. "Look, Kelso isn't the most reliable person, so…"
"No," she interrupted. "He wouldn't just leave us like this." She noticed the look of disbelief on my face. "Fine, I'll call him." She reached for the phone and dialed his number.
"He's not going to be there," I explained in a singsong voice. She shushed me.
"Hello?… Is Michael there? … Do you know where he went? … Oh, I see. Thanks anyway." She slammed the phone down.
"So, where is he?"
"He's with Julia, the captain of the cheerleading squad," she spat at me. "I can't believe he did this!"
"Aw, you're little boyfriend dumped you for some slut," I said sarcastically.
"No, he's not my boyfriend. I don't even like him anymore," she admitted. A smile crept onto my lips but I soon hid it away. I shouldn't be happy about stuff like that. Not anymore.
"What do you wanna do now?" I asked the pixie.
She shrugged her shoulders. "I'm kind of hungry."
"C'mon, let's go upstairs." I took a hold of her handcuffed hand (so I wouldn't hurt her) and led her upstairs.
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Steven's being so sweet. I think I'm staring to lik… No! I can't go down that road again. He broke my heart. It's over.
"What do you want eat?" Steven asked me, opening the fridge.
"I don't know. I can go for some…" I couldn't finish my sentence because Steven had pulled our handcuffed hands behind his back, as Eric's mom walked in.
"Why, hello Steven. Oh, Jackie, I didn't think I would see you here so late."
"Yeah, I just came to visit Steven," I told her.
"Oh," a huge grin appeared on her face, "are you two an item, now?" She let out her very unique laugh.
"Yep, you caught us, Mrs. F," Steven said, pulling me closer to him. I would be lying if I said that I didn't like the idea of us being a real couple.
"Oh, I'll just leave you two alone." She disappeared into the living room.
"That was way too close, Steven. They can't see us like this," I warned him.
"Yeah, you're right. Let's just get something to eat and we'll stay downstairs."
We quickly grabbed some chips, a coke, and a beer for Steven. Not the healthiest meal in the world, but it'll have to do.
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"I shouldn't even be eating this," I told him, after eating a hand full of chips. "They're going to need a crane to lift me up in cheerleading."
"Please, what do you weigh? 95 pounds? You're not fat. You're just perfect." I shoot him a look.
"Perfect, you say?" I asked with a smirk.
"No, no no," he stammered. "Not perfect, but decent looking."
"Oh," I said softly, slightly disappointed.
"Jackie, you're one of the hottest girls I've ever seen." He gave me a genuine smile. I wanted to kiss him more than anything at that moment. But, I knew it would just lead to heartbreak.
"Oh, Steven. That's so sweet." I tried to reach over and hug him, but instead I knocked his beer out of his hand, spilling it all over his pants.
I quickly snagged a few napkins. "I'm so sorry Steven!" I began to pat him down, trying to soak up the beer. I ran my hand up his thigh, patting him slowly. I didn't realize how close my hand was to his… you know… it.
I looked up at him and we locked eyes. God, he has the most beautiful eyes. Steven cleared his throat. "Um… thanks."
"You're welcome." I removed my hand from his thigh. Oh my god! That was so embarrassing. Usually at times such as these, I would make a run for it. Well, it's kind of hard to do that when you're handcuffed to the person!
Steven must think I'm weird. I looked over at him. To my surprise, he had a huge, goofy grin on his face.
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Well, maybe this isn't so bad. Man, I have to stop grinning. I'm going to look like an idiot. Wait, what guy wouldn't be grinning if this just happened to him? The only problem with this was I had to try real hard not to get… uh… too excited.
"What time is it?" She took a hold of my hand and looked at my watch. "It's getting kind of late. So, what are we going to do about our sleeping arrangements?"
To tell you the truth, I didn't even think about that. I'm going to be sleeping with her. Well, not sleeping with her, but sleeping next to her. "We can just stay here."
"No way!" Jackie exclaimed. "You bed is way too small. We should go to my house. I have a queen sized bed. My Daddy got it for me to make up for moving here."
"Lucky you." I rolled my eyes. She'll always be spoiled. But, that didn't bother me as much as it use to. I don't know how to explain this, but I know that there's something else inside of her. I could feel it.
"C'mon, let's go to my house. But, you're going to have to take off your pants."
My eyes widened. "Hmmm, what do you have planned for us to do?" I cocked an eyebrow.
"Ew, you pig!" She smacked my chest playfully. "I meant that you're not going to sleep in my bed with pants that reek of beer."
"Uh, Jackie. We have a problem."
"What? You can just sleep in your boxers. What's the big deal?"
"Well, that's the problem. I'm not wearing any." I looked down at the floor.
"You're going commando?" she asked, giggling.
"Yeah, you know, wanted to feel free." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Oh, who cares? Just grab some now and put them on in my house." I hesitated for a moment, but then went along with it. I grabbed some boxers and we headed to her house.
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Because of the way we were handcuffed, Jackie was forced to drive. She didn't have a good handle on the Lincoln, but we made it to her mansion safely.
She unlocked her door and let us in. This is the first tie I've ever been to a house like this. Everything was in order and looked expansive. It seemed like the type of house you would find in one of those home decorating magazines.
We crept up the stairs, past her parent's bedroom, and into her room. Of course, it was pink. I've never seen so many rainbows and unicorns in all my life.
"C'mon Steven, take off your pants so we can go to sleep," Jackie pleaded.
"Yes dear." I tried to unbuckle it with my free hand, but it wasn't working out. So, I had to use my other one, bringing Jackie's hand closer to me… yet again. I finally got it undone. I pulled my pants half way down, and then I stopped to look at her. "Do you mind?"
"I'm sorry," she laughed, rather embarrassed because she was staring. "I won't look." She covered her eyes with her free hand.
I pulled them down quickly and put on my boxers. "Okay, you can look now."
"Aw, you look so cute just standing here with your boxers," she giggled.
"Shut up. I'm not cute," I snapped.
"Well, at least you have something comfortable to wear. I have to wear this," she complained, pointing at her uniform.
"No complaints here," I teased her. Short skirt, tight blouse… nice.
She blushed. "Let's get into bed."
She first climbed on and then I followed her. We both lay there on our stomachs. "I can't sleep on my stomach," I told her.
"But I like to sleep on my stomach."
"C'mon Jackie, I took my pants off for you!" I joked.
"Fine." She lifted herself up slightly, allowing me to go underneath her. We lightly brushed against each other. I decided to move as slowly as possible to make the feeling of her on top of me, last a little longer. We finally switched sides and we were on our backs. "Better?"
"Yeah," I answered her. To tell you the truth, I prefer to sleep on my stomach.
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Steven Hyde is in my bed! I use to dream about this. But… ahem… we were doing other things. Unfortunately, something was bothering me. I had to ask him about it. "Are you Jewish, Steven?"
He looked at me strangely. "No. Why?"
"Well, I was wondering why you were circumcised."
"I thought you weren't looking!" he scolded me.
"I'm sorry, I was curious," I laughed as I saw his face turn a shade of pink.
"Let's just talk about something else," he said, desperately.
"Okay, why do you hate popular people?"
"Because they think they're better than everyone else because they have more money. I hate them, man," he replied, honestly.
"So, you hate me?" Please say no! Please say no!
"No, I don't hate you. I consider you an exception." You don't know how happy this made me feel. I could feel his eyes on me, staring intently.
"What?"
"Your eyes are different colors. This one's bluish while the other looks like it's green," he pointed out. "You're a freak!"
"Shut up!" I shut my eyes, very embarrassed. Not one person has ever dared to point that out to me.
"Hey, c'mon. I think it's kind of cool," he said, trying to make me feel better.
"Really?" I looked at him, with my freakish eyes.
"Yeah," he replied, softly. He slid a strand of my hair behind my ear. He lightly caressed my face. I couldn't resist any longer. I leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips.
I pulled away slowly, waiting for a response. Oh my god, it's just like that time in the car. He's just going to say that we can never be and that we shouldn't even start anything.
"I'm sorry, Steven," I apologized. He didn't respond. After what seemed like an eternity, he did something I thought he'd never do.
He kissed me back…
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Sorry again that I took forever to update. I hope you like it anyway. Please R & R and tell me what you thought of it.
