It had been a week since the fiasco. Jason had gone home to find that his parents weren't pissed at him, but weren't sleeping in the same room anymore. I on the other hand, had enjoyed a fantastic Fourth Of July where Kelso burned his eyebrows off. The day after the fourth we had our picture taken.

I hoped I would look at least ok. I had just stood there with the guys and my guitar. I didn't exactly smile, but I tried to go for a sly look. We only had a few more songs to record before we should have been finished.

Today was just a hot normal day. I was going to try and keep cool, but it was so damn hot. I had stripped down to nothing but my bathing suit and a pair of jean shorts. I had my tee shirt wrapped around my waist. I was walking back home from the Hub with my guitar when Fez drove up beside me in his car.

"Je-yi-na!" He called out and I turned to look at him. "Get in the car. I am taking you up to meet some of my model friends."

I shrugged. "Ok." I jumped into the car. I looked down at my rainbow sweetheart neckline bikini top.

"Do I look alright to meet your model friends?" I was sweaty more than anything. I wasn't even wearing a ton of makeup. I started putting my tee shirt on before Fez told me to stop.

"Leave your bathing suit on. It's a pool party. Besides it makes you look sassy. You can use some of the makeup I keep in the car." He said smiling looking out and driving.

I looked at him laughing. "You keep makeup in your car?" This was one of those moments I thought he swung another way.

He opened his mouth in surprised shock. "It is not for me. It's for my model girlfriends."

"So how many of those have you had?" I opened up the glove compartment and put some powder on my nose and face.

He smiled sarcastically as I tried to fix my hair best I could from the not it was up in. "Several. The model girls love their Fez."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "So what is with this whole thing? Why are you suddenly picking me up for a model pool party?"

"My date bailed." Fez said looking rather sad.

"Sorry Fez." I laughed. "I don't have to act like your date though right?" I loved Fez, but like an older brother who possibly was gay but no one could ever tell.

"No worries." He said with a smirk. "Just do not mention the fact I used to sleep in a racecar bed."

"Remember how we imagined re-creating you like the six-million dollar man?" I asked as I put a little eye makeup on.

"Of course. That was back when I was in love with Nina."

"Yeah, then only a little while after that you married Laurie." I laughed. I knew Fez had actually really liked Laurie. He probably still did. "Have you seen Laurie lately? She is working down at one of the bars as a waitress. She doesn't look bad for a whore."

"No, I have not seen Laurie." He seemed rather uptight.

We joked around until we reached a large hotel. I stuck my head outside the window. "Whoa, this place is bitchen."

I looked and saw another car pull up with three girls who had to be models. I stared for a moment. Those girls made me feel fat. They were really, really thin. I rarely felt self conscience. I looked down at my suit. Fez got out staring at the hotel with his hands on his hips. "Why yes my hotter little girl version of Hyde. Totally bitchen."

Even if it came from Fez, the hot comment really boosted my confidence. I jumped out of the car just as Fez addressed the models who were jumping out of their convertible. They ran over to Fez.

"Fezzy!" They all squealed as they hugged him. I laughed a little, realizing Fez's fantasies had come true.

The tallest blonde one looked over Fez's shoulder and suddenly noticed me standing there, carrying my guitar case looking rather awkward. "Oh, Fezzy." She rubbed his chest in his shirt. "Is that your date Camellia?" She looked really stiff and awkward.

Before either of us could say anything. The brunette standing behind Fez with her arms around his waist piped up. "I thought when you said Camellia was tall, blonde and hot that she would be tall blonde and hot." I tried not to take the comment badly.

"She looks like she is twelve." The shorter second brunette model with her head on Fez's shoulder said.

"Oh no ladies, she is not twelve." Fez said with his concerned look.

"Whatever, I'm not Camellia." I said with a snicker. "I'm Jena, Fez's friend." I reached out my hand to shake their hands.

They let go of Fez and just looked at my hand. "Eww, we don't shake the hands of backup dates." The brunette one said.

"Whatever." I told them before they walked away.

Fez came over and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "I sorry. I didn't know they would do that."

"I'm used to it." We walked inside to the party. I was very nervous. It was huge, music was playing, the pool and hot tub was full of girls and very handsome men tossing a ball around. I was technically more interested in the buffet table.

"I want you to meet the modeling director." Fez grabbed my hand and pulled me through the party. I was led over to a skinny man with a slight beard. He looked down at me and I waved awkwardly. "Mr. Hondas, this is Je-Yi-na Hyde. Little hot version of Hyde, this is Mr. Hondas."

I reached out my hand and he actually shook it. "It's a pleasure to finally put a face to the infamous smaller version of Hyde. Fez here has told us all kinds of stories about you and the rest of your gang's shenanigans."

"That's fantastic." I smirked, not really sure if that was true or not.

"Ah yes, I have told them all kinds of stories." Fez looked off into the distance.

I suddenly freaked out. There were a few stories I didn't want Fez telling. "Which stories?"

"Tons of them, like the story about how you, your brother and Fez put fish inside of your friend's van. There is also the one where you all were so off your rockers that you thought the government was after you. My personal favorite is the one where you snuck into the salon Fez was working at and changed out the coloring on one of the client's hair." He laughed as he recounted them.

"Oh good, only good things." I smiled widely. "I was worried there for a moment."

"Wait, my real favorite is the one at the movie theater." He said and suddenly Fez and I looked at him sternly.

"Fez, you didn't!" I screamed.

He looked down with a scared face. "Oh my."

Flashback Start

I was on a date to see some movie with some guy Jackie had set me up with. I had actually liked him. We had been on one other date. He bailed this time, so instead it was just me at a theater watching some movie I didn't even know the name of. All I could really hear were the sounds of dates making out. It was so gross.

I pulled my hood over my hair, it was freezing in there. It was also way too dark for my own good. I suddenly felt someone slide in beside me and take my head into their hands. They kissed me gently. I figured it must have been my date. Nice to know he was apologizing in his own way. It was really good too, very experienced. Almost too experienced for someone who was only a year and a half older than me. I tried seeing his face, but my hood kept blocking my face.

We kept kissing until he accidentally brushed my hood off my head. I screamed as I saw Fez's face. "FEZ!"

He screamed just as much. "Your not my date!"

"Your not mine!" I yelled. I got up and began to run to the bathroom. I vomited allot. About an hour later he was driving me home and it was very awkward. We had just dropped off his date and I climbed in the front seat.

"Fez," I said staring out the window. "What the Hell happened?"

"You are wearing a hood! She was wearing a hood and it was dark." Fez said looking almost as distraught as I was feeling.

"Alright." I was never going to admit it, but he was good at it. "We will never tell anyone right?"

"Of course not. Do you think I would ever want people knowing I kissed a fourteen year old girl?" He bit his lip.

"Gawd no." I said making a grossed out face. " Also, Steven would kill you."

Flashback End

"Fez, you don't have to worry about my brother killing you anymore. You have to worry about me!" I said with a slight furry.

Mr. Hondas laughed. "See she is just like she is in the stories. Did you have her bring her guitar? I have been dying to hear her play. I really enjoy your little talented high school friend."

"Of course." Fez said as I pulled up my guitar case.

I played trophy friend for the rest of the day and showed off the whole time. Even the mean models were soon calling me, Fez's little talented high school friend.