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HYDE

I sat their looking up at the ceiling wonder what I should do. I couldn't leave I knew that, I had to find her. I had to explain that I was just in shock. She had just told me that her father was dead and her mother had abandoned her by postcard. What was I supposed to do? 'You were supposed to walk over and hold her, not scream at her, you dumbass.' I hated that voice the one that only popped into my head when my mind was on Jackie. It never bothered me unless it was about her.

I slowly pulled my head back down and I looked around the room. It smelled like her, coconuts, and strawberries with the lingering scent of marijuana in the air. The palette in the floor was still mussed from where we had spent the whole night talking about nothing and everything with the occasional hot make out session.

I tore my eyes away and they drifted to beside me where I was sat on the couch, where not even 30 minutes ago we were consumed with each other. Were we reviled secrets and built a trust that was torn down within seconds.

I pressed my lips together forcing my eyes to look elsewhere; they were pulled to the corner that I hadn't really paid attention to before, where a chair had sat; however the chair wasn't there, but instead it looked as if it had been thrown to the ground carelessly.

I stood up knowing it hadn't been like that before I had fucked everything up. I walked over to it and then looked over to the corner it had sat in before and then I saw it the outline of a door that looked like part on the wall, it wasn't very big, more like the size of medium sized crawl space door.

JACKIE

Steven Hyde is a lair! I asked if I could trust him, he said yes, and he lied! I can't trust him. I can't trust anyone. I used to trust everyone but I was just naïve. I was a scared, naïve, little girl, and I thought that after Michael I had changed, however I haven't. I'm still naïve. I'm still scared. I can't stop it, no matter how hard I try. No matter how hard I love, or how much I give of myself and of my heart, it just keeps getting crushed.

I ran from him. I ran from the world. I ran and crawled in my hole. The only place I've felt truly secure, not save but save enough, since I was a tiny, ten year old princess that was all alone, stuck in her castle, afraid of the shadows on her walls. Shadows of what she never had.

I ran in my secret room, pushed the chair away from my secure sanctuary, opened the door and crawled into the tiny crawl space that had seen the worst of me. I crawled to the very back, cradling myself against the wall and tried to cry, but I couldn't. I felt like I was going to but tears wouldn't come out. I hated them for not falling from my eyes. I hated them for sitting at the rim and taunting me. I hated them for even existing. I hated myself for hating them, but mostly, I hated myself for my need of Steven Hyde.

I remembered to way back when I was barley five years old, and Pam had come home from her first 'vacation' and I had ran to her, calling out to her and wanting her. I remembered her walking right passed me as if I didn't exist. That was the first time I had felt alone. That was the first time I felt the need to please, her. I had run around that entire week following her like a shadow, trying harder every time I failed to get her attention. I realize now of course it wasn't attention I wanted. It was love. It was affection, but mostly it was a bond. I never got it though and the day she left for her second 'vacation' just one week later that was the day I ran for the first time. The day I had met that curly haired boy and all of his friends, the day I had first experienced what it felt like to feel safe.

When Michael had first asked me out, I was excited by the prospect of finally having a bond with someone, I was excited about having some ones love. I had never had that before. I had devoted myself to him, trying hard to keep him happy, but of course I couldn't. Looking back at that naïve girl I know it was all make believe. Michael and I hadn't loved each other at first. Im not sure if we've ever loved each other in the way I believed we had. I love him now but it is more as the loveable idiot than my future husband. After I finally realized I wasn't actually in love with him, we broke up. I wasn't sure why I kept going back to the place where I wasn't wanted, but I wasn't really wanted anywhere. Here I was alone with a maid who didn't like to be spoken to about anything other than her job and when on the few occasions that my parents were home, we didn't speak.

Eventually I stopped trying to get their love. I stopped trying to build a bond with them and instead I ran to the basement where 5 misfits spent their hours, and I realized that they were what I wanted. I thought that maybe since they had accepted me that day on in the park when we were kids that I would be accepted again, but I wasn't really. I didn't stop trying though, it had become the closest thing to a home for me and I wasn't giving it up without a fight.

HYDE

I fan my fingers along the outline of the door searching for the way to open it. I pushed it like the bookcase, but nothing happened, I started running my hands all over it looking for anything then as I got to the center of the door I found a small slot that couldn't be seen. I hooked my fingers on it and tugged, opening the door.

I looked inside but it was pitch black I started to crawl in when I heard the faint sound of soft muffled singing, I kept crawling towards the back I knew it was her. I could smell her everywhere; I didn't say anything though. I just crawled back until I faintly saw the back of her light purple dress.

I bowed my head cursing myself once again as I took her in. She was pressed to the wall like a second coat of paint, with her knees to her chest, in the fetal position rocking her body back and forth mumbling words to a familiar song, though I couldn't bring to my memory as to where I had heard it before.

I laid myself down beside her and put my arm around her, pulling her to my chest. I was surprised her face wasn't wet with tears as I began raining soft kisses over every inch of it. She didn't say anything. She just laid there silently now as I rocked us both continuing my kissing, eventually though we both drifted to sleep.

I was woken up by tiny fingertips tracing the outline of my mouth. My eyes shot open and made their way to the source of the fingers to find her eyes on mine. She was smiling slightly. "You stayed..." She whispered softly. Her were eyes shining.

"Yeah, I didn't feel like having my shins kicked." I said as a smile made its way to my lips as well. "Although… I do deserve it… I should have NEVER yelled at you like that, I was just, it shocked me."

"Yeah, I know. I was shocked when I read it to I just didn't have anyone to yell at about it. Though ripping their room apart helped a little." She smiled again.

"What are you going to do, Jacks?" I asked smoothing her hair away from her face.

"I really don't know, Steven… I mean the house is my Moms now, and I'm just 16, yeah she's not around, but I have 15,000 from my share of the money and I still have the house. There's nothing for me to do."

"You can't stay here by yourself, and I have to leave tonight." I hated that I had to go "The Forman's will be home and I have to have my ass back there by one or Red's foot will be up it."

She leaned up and kissed my lips "I know. I'll be okay here, Steven. I'll just do what I've been doing for years. Sleep. Wake up. Go to the basement. Bugg the hell out of you until eleven, and then come home and do it again the next day. Nothing has to change, Steven. Besides, I REALLY would prefer if no one else knew about my parents, yet. Please, Steven. Please don't tell anyone. If I can really trust you, you won't…"

I knew everyone needed to know but it was her business and she had trusted me enough to let me in and no matter how worried about her I was I couldn't say no. "… Okay I'll keep my mouth shut, but I don't like you sleeping here alone."

"Thank you, Steven, and you don't need to worry, sometimes I don't even sleep." She looked down then back to my eyes "and I guess that since you know it's just me here, you should know that when I am here I'm in this room, watching movies or painting, and no one would find this room if the house was broken into." She kissed me again "Thank you for caring though, Steven."

I thought about it for a minute "Okay, though I still don't like it. But you welcome." I kissed her lips for a moment. "So are you ready to get the hell out of this Ompa Lumpa room?" I laughed looking around, and then my eyes caught sight of a few paintings stacked together facing the wall. I pointed in their direction, "What are those of?"

She looked at them and even without the light on her face I saw a blush settle on her cheeks. "Are we still together?" She asked me in a low whisper.

"Yeah" I said obviously then I remembered the events that lead us to the back of a crawl space and started to get scared, wondering if she was being sarcastic or not, sometimes it was hard to tell with her. "Wait, we are right?"

She laughed and pulled my face to hers letting my lips hover over hers "I hope so; I really want to be yours, Steven." She paused and looked up at me "You've made me long enough, Steven."

I smiled bigger than I had wanted to after we did it in the maids room, but this time I let it burst onto my lips leaving me genuinely happy instead of scared. "You're my girl, Jacks."

Not even a second later a smile crept across her mouth that mirrored mine exactly, then she locked her lips onto mine sealing our agreement.

She crawled over me and to the door way. Once out into her room she grabbed the paintings I had asked about and motioned for me to come out. I did, and followed her to the couch sitting beside her. She handed them to me and I looked at the first on.

It was of a man in a suit who I immediately recognize to be her father. He had a phone to his ear as he looked out of a floor to ceiling window of an office building. "That was the only time I had been to his office, my nanny was sick and my mom was gone. I was only 6 years old so I couldn't stay here by myself but it's was one of the best days of my life, because he let me go with him. I was so excited! Oh and on the way home he had his driver stop to buy me an ice cream cone." She smiled at me like she was a princess and then a sad smile took over her happy one and I quickly went to the next one.

It was of Pam I knew it was her, though it was just a painting of a back, I could tell it was her by the energy the painting gave off. I looked at her waiting for her to explain it but she didn't. She just watched me. So I moved on to the third.

As I looked down at the painting I just turned around, shock ran through me. It was of me. It looked exactly like me I wasn't surprised by that, she was a good artist, I was shocked by the fact that not only did I remember the day but I remembered the moment and at that exact moment I had been thinking about her. Wondering what her lips tasted like.

I was leaning against the counter of the Forman's kitchen with my arms crossed in front of me pretending to laugh at Kelso but really my thoughts were ridden with the tiny brunette I had no idea was look at me. I remember thinking about earlier that day when she was standing close to me, I could smell the candy scented lip-gloss radiating off of her lips.

I looked up at her and she was the reddest I had ever seen anyone I was about to ask her a question but she beat me to it. "Do you like it? That's my favorite of you."

I looked down at the painting then back up to her eyes "It's amazing… Wait favorite?" I looked back down at the last four paintings in my hands knowing the only one in the corner of me was with the entire gang when we were kids. I flipped the last few paintings over and they were all of me. However more awe shot throw me as each one of them were of a moment in time when I had been thinking of her. I tried not to think of her too often but somehow she had managed to capture the most significant ones without even knowing she had. I've never spoken to anyone about my thoughts of her before. All anyone including her ever knew before this weekend was that the only thoughts about Jackie Burkhart that I had were ones of hatred.

They were all amazing. The one that called to me most though was of our Veterans Day date when I touched my lips after our kiss, I had been thinking that it was the most amazing kiss of my life and that the fact she hadn't felt it pissed me the fuck off.

I looked at her with my eyes wide. She looked a little nervous chewing on her bottom lip and looking at me with big eyes waiting for my reaction. I held the one of our date up to her raising my eyebrow. "What the hell does this mean Jackie, Why would you paint this?" My voice was in a whisper.

Her eyes darted around the room, and back to mine with tears shinning in her eyes, "I- I lied, Steven, Okay?!" She shot up off the couch and began pacing in front of it. "I was scared, Steven, God! I was so scared that you hadn't felt what I had!" She started pacing and talking faster, "I mean, Steven I wanted you! I wanted you for so long and every time you rejected me or turned me down I figured at you were just being you trying be as cold as you always are but that you actually felt something about me I mean I thought surly I wasn't imaging the way you looked at me sometimes and the way you were always there for me no one has ever been there like you and the way you were always standing up for me and I thought YOU were just scared so I basically became Fez and tried to show you that it was okay to feel and to want but after you recited that haiku to me, Donna made me realize that I was just annoying you so I gave up, that's why I brought Chip to the BBQ, not to make you jealous like everyone said, no! I was trying to move on but then you hit him and then asked me out and God! I was so, SO excited, Steven I was so happy, but then we kissed and… it was… it was absolutely perfect and amazing and literally the best kiss I had ever had and so I panicked! I couldn't understand what happened between the haiku and you asking me out and I was scared that you it was all a huge joke to you or that you wouldn't-"

I had heard enough. I stood up catching her by the arm and spun her around attacking her lips with mine. I felt her breath stop and her body tremble lightly.

Suddenly she put her hand on my cheek like she had done on Veteran's Day, deepening the kiss. I pulled back smirking as I laid my forehead on hers. "Huh… I didn't feel anything…"

She pulled back and glared at me, "Oh! You are SO not funny!" I laughed hard and then instantly roared in pain as I felt her foot collided with my leg. "You were right you deserved that!"

Hope you enjoyed it, if not, I'm sorry;b

Next chapter will include some of the gang.

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Not as much drama.(: