Kelso bought a van. For fifty dollars.

"Are you serious, Michael?" She scolded, hands on her hips. "You're gonna drive around in that?" She opened the back door, looking inside at the shag carpeting.

"Yeah! It's a total chick magnet." He smirked, before waggling his eyebrows suggestively. She kicked him in the shins. "Damn, Jackie!" He cried, before walking around to show her the front. It was a model from the 50's, no doubt. But he had bought it with his own money.

And that was probably the only time his parents had ever actually paid attention to him. To congratulate him, before forgetting he existed.

"I'm not gonna sleep with you." She rolled her eyes.

"Is he bothering you?" Hyde asked, trailing into the driveway, Fez hot on his heels. "My Goddess." Fez spoke, smiling. "I'm loving the shoes."

"Thanks, Fezzy." She smiled, rubbing her gloved hands together. "I'm fine. Just Michael made me come outside in the freezing cold to show me his rust bucket." She smiled. It was the morning after Laurie had her meltdown about the professor, and she was still sleeping soundly. They had been up late last night, but Eric, Steven, and Fez had been doing Lord knows what so goddamn early, that her father got her up first.

"The dumbass that glued himself to my fridge is here." He had told her, and so she had come outside in pajamas and a winter coat to see him.

Her slippers were doing nothing to keep her feet warm, and she shivered, turning to go inside. "Nice van, Kelso."

The two of them retreated early, to spend some girl time, as Donna was spennding time with her parents.

That feeling about the kiss she experienced in the basement kept gnawing at her stomach.

Don't say it...

"I'm sorry I broke your unicorn." Her sister sniffed, as they cleaned up the shards of glass.

Don't say it...

"I kissed Steven." She blurted, before she could say anything. Laurie stared at her, eyebrows raised.

"Excuse me?" She cried, grabbing her hand, and rushing her down the stairs.

"Laurie!" She cried, as they walked towards the kitchen door.

"Where are you going?" Kitty asked, eyebrows raised.

"To see Donna!" Laurie exclaimed, marching next door.

The door swung open. "Donna!" The blonde called, marching up the stairs, a furiously red Jackie in tow. The door opened, to her and Eric making out on the bed.

"Jackie!" She exclaimed.

"Out, little brother, girl emergency!" Laurie exclaimed, ignoring his complaints, and shooing him out the door. Donna glared, before seeing her friend's face.

"Jackie kissed Hyde!" She exclaimed, and Donna's jaw dropped.

"What?" She exclaimed, eyes wide.

"Yeah! Like kissed him!"

Now, she had a better grasp on her head. Donna and Laurie nagged her to tell him about it, but she refused, citing that it would put a damper on their non-awkward dynamic. But then Donna threatened to tell him herself. "Steven, can I talk to you for a minute?" She asked, looking at him. He nodded, following her into the Den, where she paused.

"I'm sorry I've been acting like a jerk." She fiddled with her fingers. He raised an eyebrow.

"I still don't know what I did." He reminded her, and she bit her lip. He looked so good today. "You were just very talkative that night." She nodded, stepping forward. "And touchy."

"Touchy?" He asked. She stepped forward until they were touching, making him stiffen. She didn't know what spurred her braveness on.

"Yeah, touchy." She breathed, snaking her arms around his waist, and swallowing thickly. "Like this." She mumbled, watching his eyes flutter closed as she leaned in.

"Hyde!" Eric exclaimed, making her jump away from him, and pretend to look through a box for something. Eric came in the room, leaving the burnout sputtering and fumbling over words. "What is that thing in our driveway?" He referenced the van.

"That's Kelso's chick magnet." Fez called from the other room, making Jackie giggle. Eric rolled his eyes, scanning the room to land on her. "Where's Donna, the girl you stole away from me last night?" She quirked a brow.

"Sleeping?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Her face was beet red, and lips pouted. With a huff, Eric walked out of the room, and the two stood awkwardly.

"Touchy?" Hyde asked.

His shades hid his eyes, but she knew what they looked like in that moment of weakness. His voice wasn't rough, like it was that morning. He was mad at her for three weeks. She was practically ignoring him after that night with Red.

"Yeah, touchy. Like, cuddly..." She trailed off, as he inched closer to her. "What were you gonna do earlier, doll?" He asked, voice low. This was dangerous. Anybody could barge in. It was like playing with matches in a room full of gasoline. But she had always loved fire. Alarm bells rang off in her head as he inched closer to her, her breath hitched, and all of that confidence was gone.

She reached up, and took his shades off, hooking them on his jacket, and resting her hands on his chest. His own snaked to her waist. "I-" She started, but his lips brushed hers softly. Just once. He stopped. "I'm sorry." He murmured, just like the first time.

"That's what you said last time." She whispered.

"That's why you were avoiding me?" He mumbled, doing it again. Her knees felt as if they would buckle. His lips were soft against her own, his stubble brushing her cheeks, and her cherry chapstick intoxicating his senses. Thank God I brushed my teeth this morning! "Why didn't you just tell me." His lips brushed her's again, and she hummed, smiling, initiating another one. She shrugged. "Kiss me again." She whispered, pulling him in by his jacket, this time making it last, waiting til the last second to pull apart. She giggled, wiping her chapstick off his mouth with her sleeve.

"You taste like cherries."

"Jackie! Steven!" Red's voice boomed from the kitchen, pulling them out of their moment, and into the common area.

"Hi, Dad." She smiled, and he raised a brow. "Yeah, whatever. Listen, I asked your brother to clean the gutters, so I want you sweeping the driveway, and Steven, trim the hedges one last time for the season."

Their work was done without talking, just the sound of Led Zepplin's Whole Lotta Love blasting through the radio Eric had brought outside. She finished her sweeping, and followed behind the older boy, picking up branches behind him, and throwing them in the compost pile. Her father tossed her the keys. "Please pull the cars into the driveway. I have to go watch my show." He nods, retreating into the house.

They finished around noon, and Jackie's first reaction was to grab the hot chocolate out of the cabinet. She made enough for the three of them, and Laurie, who was now in the kitchen, dressed for the day, and nibbling on a sandwich. Steven hovered near Jackie, and Jackie hovered near Steven. Her hands were freezing.

Laurie smirked. "You have a good morning, Sis?" She froze, eyes widening. "Huh?" She feigned innocence, placing her hot chocolate in front of her, and giving her a look. Don't say it.

"Eric I made you hot chocolate." She smiled, eyes not leaving her sister, who's smirk got wider, and she eyed Steven, who was holding himself just fine. Damn him and his stupid Zen. Eric quirked a brow, but thanked her, making a sarcastic remark to Laurie, who quipped back, mentioning Steven. They all bickered, before stopping, and staring at Jackie, who raised an eyebrow.

Fez and Kelso stumbling in the door, dragging Donna and Jason with them brought them out of their stupor.

"Guess what?" Kelso exclaimed.

Donna, who looked less than pleased, and Jason, who's cheeks were flushed from the cold, looked over at the tallest one. Nobody said anything.

"You got an STD?" Hyde asked, and Fez snickered. "Burn."

"No!" He covered, winking at the Foreman sisters. "I got us all tickets to vanstock!" He threw the tickets down on the counter, everyone grabbing one, even Laurie.

There was an extra, sitting on the table, and Jackie picked it up. "Who's is this?"

"It's an extra! Jeez!" Fez cried. "Maybe I'll find a lady love to take to the Stock." He smirked, and Jason laughed. "This is awesome, next weekend is gonna be groovin'." His blonde hair now hung slightly over his eyes, longer now that it was winter sports season. For the trends he had told her. She wanted to cut it while he was sleeping. It wasn't him.

The past few months with Jason Merengue had been fun. And, of course, Buddy Morgan hadn't called since the summer. She was a bit worried about her old friend, who had gone and moved out to Los Angeles, where being homosexual was more accepted than in rinky-dink Point Place. She remembers the day he left, standing with him in the cold, watching him get on the train, wearing a black hoodie and a baseball cap. The only other person there was Steven. Eric and Donna were on a date. Fez and Kelso were at The Hub. She asked him to come with her. Like she always did. He called often, under the name James, and never from the same number. Buddy Morgan didn't exist anymore. Not until it was safe.

She didn't want that for Jason. As of right now, she acted as a beard. He was a good kid, his sportsmanship was unmatched, as well as his athletic abilities. He had a growth spurt, now standing almost the same height as Kelso, who he now got along with. While he was always down to do guy stuff with the boys, he was always down to do face masks, manicures, and learn how to do basic hairstyles. Just because, like Fez, he was confident in his masculinity, and had no problem showing feminine behaviors. He was the slightest bit discouraged that Fez was, in fact, straight, but he shook it off, letting it roll right off his shoulders. He had also been given the nickname iron lung, as he has never coughed with affectionately named Betty the Bong, or with smoking in general.

He leaned against the counter, a comfortable silence washing over the group of kids, aside for Kelso rummaging through the fridge for a pop. Kitty was upstairs sleeping, as her shift had taken a toll on her. Jackie's eyes fluttered over to Laurie, who looked at the ticket in her hands, running a finger over it, her blue eyes glazed over in thought. She knew what her sister was thinking about. She heard all about her trip to Vanstock last year. Three straight days of a drug induced haze, and a trip to the hospital to get her stomach pumped. One of the worse parts of the bender she was on, but not yet at the point of stealing, and bribing, and betting. She rested a hand on the girl's shoulder.

"You coming with us, Whorey Laurie?" Asked Steven, who also noticed the discomfort. She just kind of looked at him, pursing her lips, and shrugging. "I don't know yet, I gotta really put some thought into it." She nodded.

"Well, my Goddess," Fez started, taking a seat on one of the island stools. "We will all be there if you get uncomfortable. And, if you really don't want to go, you don't have to." She really thought about it, and then looked at her sister. The two hadn't spent a night apart since she had gotten home from the program she went to, and they were becoming closer with each passing day. Biting her lip, she shook her head. "No, I'll go. Test the waters." She nodded. "I can follow in one of the cars just in case." And so it was settled, Vanstock was a go this year.

"Will you kids be quiet?" Red shouted from the living room. "Midge and I are trying to watch the soaps!"

Red and Kitty had been more than enthusiastic to get the kids out of the house for a whole weekend, even though Kitty was working long hours. She would have peace and quiet for three straight days, and ample time to do whatever she wanted. Mainly Red.

So the road to Vanstock consisted of Steven, Laurie, and Jackie driving in the Toyota, and Kelso, Donna, Eric, Jason, and Fez in Kelso's rust bucket of a van. Donna and Jackie waved at each other through the back window, making faces. The highway was a long stretch, and the drive was three hours.

She took advantage of the car ride time she had with Steven, as she knew he probably wouldn't be within reach like he had been the last week. They hadn't kissed or talked about what happened, or even touched. But they had been exchanging words.

Sexual innuendos got more frequent, mentions of mistletoe got more frequent. There had been a few close calls, on the basement couch, on the bleachers behind the school, one night when she was sneaking in after seeing Donna. All of them had been either stopped by one of them, or interrupted, and she was starting to get frustrated.

Laurie had laughed at her, commenting on how she hadn't even come close to getting laid, but she was already dick whipped. She had been angry at the statement, but the more time that passed without those head spinning kisses, and burning touches that lingered, the more she started to realize that her sister was right. Maybe she was.

His hand rested on her knee, tapping along to whatever Grateful Dead song was currently playing through the speakers, and singing along with Laurie as loud as he could. She lost focus, praying to whatever higher power there was that it would inch a bit higher, and maybe give her what she wanted. She loved Laurie, but really wished she had gone with Kelso, she would have been able to really get him going on the ride up.

"You good, sis?" She asked, bringing her out of her thoughts. She coughed, looking up from the hand that rested on her knee, and nodded. "Oh, yeah, I um-" She squeaked. "I'm cool, just thinking."

"About?" Steven questioned, turning down the radio. His voice sounded concerned to anybody else. But it had a smirk hidden behind it, she could see his eyes crinkling behind those stupid sunglasses. She pursed her lips trying to think of what to say. Laurie smirked, and her breath hitched, when his hand moved to rest at the inside of her thigh right above her knee, his big hand covering most of it, her mind racing as his thumb rubbed what was probably supposed to be soothing circles. It just drove her even more wild. "Doll?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just thinking about where I'm gonna set up camp." She nodded. "I need to make sure Kelso doesn't hide my sleeping bag."

"We all brought Doubles except you, so someone would be able to share." Laurie nodded, voice light and innocent, but Jackie knew all too well what she was implying. She had been teasing her about it nonchalantly all week, and at night asking why she wouldn't just make a move. It all made sense though. If they gave in, they live under the same roof. Red would go bananas at the thought of him corrupting one of his little girls, Eric would make sure she was never in the basement, and Kitty would be waiting behind every corner with a camera, like she had been with Eric and Donna for the past few months. That still didn't stop her from cracking a joke about it.

Donna on the other hand had been her voice of reason, citing how it was creepy and unnatural. It went against bro code, for Kelso and Hyde, and Eric, as Jackie is Eric's sister after all. They live under the same roof. They could get caught. Nobody would keep it a secret. Red would kick Steven out. Kitty would fangirl. The list went on, and in Jackie's mind the pros were severely under staffed, and the con's destroyed her hope, acting as a fire extinguisher.

But she couldn't get his stupid cerulean blues out of her pretty little head. Damn you, Steven J Hyde III.

"You won't be cold, and you won't have to sleep in a sleeping bag with him." He hinted. She didn't keep hope though, because Steven would get there, and be in his element. Girls, live rock and roll, drugs, porta potties, sex. It was like his own personal playground designed special for him, and handcrafted by a higher power himself.

Her plan was to trail Laurie, save her from Fez, and keep her comfortable. Her sister needed to have some sort of fun after all, and not feel like the world was closing in.

"You know, it's really cool that you came with me." She spoke, as they walked home together. Eric had offered to give them a ride, but Jackie shook her head with a smile, telling him to enjoy his night with Donna. Party of the year turned into party of the century.

"It's whatever. It's what sisters do." She shrugged, kicking a rock on the cool pavement. It was only a few blocks away, near the main side of town, a frat party. Laurie had been invited, and her friends cited that it would be easy to stay sober. Laurie had mentioned it in passing, and even though it wasn't really Jackie's scene, she trailed behind her anyways, looking around in disgust. They ended up leaving early.

"Sorry we left early, it just isn't as fun when you're sober I guess." She giggled. "People puking on the floor, and jumping off balconies isn't the same when you're in the right state of mind." She linked her arm through the brunettes, pulling her coat tighter against her body. It was nearing holiday time, Thanksgiving had been fun, and Kitty had done right by her daughter, respectfully asking that all alcohol brought in, be brought out at the end of the night. Lauroe didn't ask, but she didn't need too. Jackie had it covered.

"I guess so." Jackie laughed, scrunching up her nose at the boy who tried to hit on them, suggesting a threesome, and then hurling into the trashbag near the exit. "Who would have ever thought of that one."

A smile graced the blonde's face. She had gained some weight back, no longer looking sickly like she had in the beginning of her recovery, when she was still sickly from the drug useand sudden detox. A sober house was where she planned to go afterwards. No parents going through your things, nobody acting suspicious aside from the people paid to work there. But they didn't actually care. She was glad to come home, and especially glad that she had mended the broken relationship with her siblings. "You know, this was the first time I've gone anywhere that I haven't seen that look on Red's face." She spoke, her breath coming out in clouds from her pink lips. Her cheeks and nose were tinged red from the cold. "It was there, but it wasn't like it was, ya know. He wasn't suspicious of my whereabouts. Just, concerned."

Jackie nodded. Her parenys had been crazy about Laurie since she has been home. Walking on eggshells,not saying things how they wanted to. Booze were on lockdown, medicine cabinets were on lockdown, and she knew that they were going through their room when the girls weren't home. But they didn't find anything. Her sister had become one of her lifelines, and oddly enough, so was Steven from time to time, as he understood the strained relationship with figures of authority and all that crap.

"Well, I'd say we had a pretty good night. I'm cool with it." She nodded. It was true. Jackie didn't drink, ever. Too concerned with the way she remembered her mother, once beautiful, withered away to nothing feom a combination of drinking, special pills, and white powder. Her father kept her prisoner like that, supplying her. He swept it under the rug with all the money he stole, and they left before they could get caught. They emptied the accounts, left a small trust for Jackie, and then bounced without a trace. In nine years, she's gotten one letter, and it was from when she turned sixteen. Not even hand written, and half of it was them telling her they revoked her trust because she agreed to change her last name. She didn't like it when other people drank either, but not everyone was Pam and Jack Burkhart. Not everyone would leave.

"You sure you're cool with being my sober buddy?" Her sister's eyes glistened with tears of appreciation, emotions high now that she wasn't numb to them. The smaller one nodded, as their house came closer. "Yeah, I gotta be careful too. One wrong step, and I'm the poor version of my mother. I'm lucky my father didn't leave, or I would have been in the same boat as Steven." She shrugged, walking through the front door, feeling the blast of warm air hit her face. Their plan now was to go play a board game or something, but their father stopped them. "How was your night, girls?"

His tone was monotonous, and Jackie would have believed him to feel the same. But she knew why he asked, and it was because he cared. If he didn't care, he wouldn't ask. "It's just not as entertaining sober." Laurie shrugged, hanging up her coat, and shoving her hat and gloves into the pockets. "We left." Jackie giggled, doing the same, and winking at her sister. "We had fun, but we weren't on the same wavelength as all the other kids. We wanted to play Monopoly or something."

A smile tugged at his lips, before he went back to looking at the television. "I'm glad you guys had fun."

Her title of sober buddy was cool, but she desperately needed a circle, so Eric offered to hang with Laurie for the first day, because he wasn't really one for fooling around with other drugs. Acid, cocaine, and opiates wasn't really his style, he had often just stuck with reefer and beers. "I can't believe you're leaving me with Eric for the first few hours." She teased, and Steven laughed. It was a snort, but that was how he laughed with others.

"It's fine, Laur, I'll be with you the other sixty five hours." She laughed. Laurie ended up getting a little charm at one of the meetings she attended this week for four months clean, because she'd miss her five month meeting due to Kitty's request of her being home on New Year's Day, and because she needed the strength to make it through this weekend, and have fun.

It had been clear that you didn't need bullshit to have fun.

It was a small charm, maybe about an inch big, and it was a green stone with blue flecks in it, that had a 4 engraved on the back in the brass. They put it on a necklace chain for her, so she could fiddle with it. She remembers her mother had a two month charm necklace. She never got another charm. Laurie's two month charm sat on the night stand, and her thirty day letter of congratulations was taped to the door of their room, so she would read it every morning on the way out. She didn't follow the steps of God like she should have, citing that her beliefs changed due to the fact that God would have pulled her out. She instead, chose to believe that she had the power. She had the free will. The bible was just a book. That one made Steven smile. That was one thing the Foreman siblings shared. Their religious background was just to keep the matriarch happy.

Pulling into the parking lot behind Kelso, they were met with the smell of marijuana, and an overwhelming stench of alcohol. Her hand immediately flew to her charm, and she swallowed thickly. It was like a vampire to blood, and she coughed. Steven eyed her in the rearview. "If you wanna leave, we can." He told her, reassuringly. She shook her head. "I need to face the music." She breathed. "I can't avoid alcohol forever. I can't avoid drugs forever. I need to practice self control." She nodded, and Jackie turned around in her seat. "We're all here to stick with you, sis."

She gave a smile to the younger Foreman girl, and nodded. Jackie was right. She'd be fine. She was already starting to go nose blind, even though the van at the end selling drugs looked like a playground. Steven coughed, pulling onto the opposite side of the lot, closest to where the main stage was, beside Kelso's van, who was already following the girl with no top. The kids set up camp, the barrel Eric brought for a fire pit, chairs, sleeping bags. Smores stuff, Hyde's stash, and a case of beers. Laurie didn't even flinch, making Jackie smile. Hyde stood, walking in the other direction. "I'll be back later." He promised, gently clasping Jackie's shoulder, and scooting in the direction of the other tent. They probably wouldn't see him until later, and she knew exactly where he was going. Eric's decision to stay sober was a good one, because Jackie was nursing her Budweiser, enjoying the gentle lull it gave her in her head. She wasn't drunk, but she was tipsy, and she handed her half empty second drink to Fez, who smirked.

"Ah, the Goddess is a lightweighg, I see." He giggled, and she laughed, hitting his arm. "Not wrong. I don't drink enough to have a tolerance." Laurie laughed at her sister, who nudged her with her knee. The sun was beginning to go down now, and they could see the show perfectly from the camp they had set up. She was warm, due to the liquor, and being smushed between Laurie and Eric, who had his arm around the smaller one, and one around Donna, who was drunk. Fez, also hadn't had any liquor, due to him saying he had to be on his game to court some ladies. The three sober ones were giggling at the two girls. Jackie's glazed eyes made their way to the hotdog stand, and she pleaded Eric to go get one, and everyone put in orders, as he stood to go get hotdogs and fries. Handing his sister her chicken fingers, and reminding her pouting face that she doesn't like hotdogs, she thanked him with a giggle.

The smooth effect of the alcohol was beginning to come onto her system to fast, and she had decided to eat some food to absorb some of the drunken feeling buzzing through her bones. It did work, and she sipped on the water from the trunk of the Toyota, between sips of the Dr Pepper Eric got her, since he knew it was her favorite. Him and Laurie had been on good terms between each other, and the band stopped playing. The sun was way down by now, and Kelso had found thw girl with no top, realizing it was valedictorian of the senior class, Brooke Rockwell, who had shared a passionate kiss with him, before scampering off to her giggling friends, telling him that she doesn't do one off's, much to his disappointment.

She felt the happy dizziness wear off to a dull warmth, and smooth high, that left a damp smile on her face. She leaned a head on her sister's shoulder, popping an Altoid in her mouth, both to settle her stomach and mask the scent for Laurie, who was visibly more comfortable than she was when they first got there. They were far enough away from the acidic chaos on the other side of the lot, close to bathrooms and food, and near all the stages, so nobody could get mixed in the drug vans.

Steven had been gone for a long time, and as soon as she started to question his whereabouts, he came back with a hazy smile on his face, and a new concert t-shirt in his hand, that he handed to the smallest one. She opened it with furrowed brows, her face lighting up.

"This is the limited edition Fleetwood Mac concert tee!" She squealed, looking at him. "Steven, this is like the most expensive one, and it's signed!" She cried, standing up to give him a hug, breathing in the scent of vodka, and marijuana. He sniffed, giving her a hug, his arms pulling her tight against him. "'S nothin', doll." He murmured into her hair, and smiling. "Just a thanks for helping me out like ya did. And, just cos you like Fleetwood Mac, and I saw you look at it the other day." She flushed. He noticed that? "Thank's Weav." He nodded, reluctantly pulling away from the warmth, and grabbing papers from the Toyota. Red jokingly had told them to burn the evidence, and handed them a stack of old bills, and documents no longer needed. Kelso had found logs and sticks, and Eric and Fez began to build a fire.

Cheers of Eric's girl scout experience were teasingly thrown around, and her brother threw his head back laughing, sticking his tongue out at her sister who giggled, as a joint was passed around, and she declined, sighting it's more comfortable at home in the basement, and that Vanstock was a place for sobriety only. The morning was Donna's turn to hang out with the girl, and then Jackie's turn was tomorrow night.

She sat on the van's tailgate with Steven and Laurie, Jackie resting on Steven. Nobody in the group was suspicious, because they all knew of the two's weird friendship. Donna was too drunk to realize their proximity, but Laurie nudged her with her knee, and gave a smile. Fez, who had left to go to the bathroom, came back with a smirking Jason.

"Ever done it on acid?" He asked, and fist bumped Eric after promising he washed his hands. "It felt like I was floating." He laughed, eyeing Jackie leaning against Steven, her new shirt clutched in her hands. He made a mental note to confront her when she was sober, and he sat down beside Kelso on the log bench they had crafted, wrapping one of the blankets around himself, and sipping on a Dr Pepper, eyes lighting up.

To anybody else, Jackie and Steven looked like a couple. The thought made her sick that they weren't, her lips pursing, enjoying the high as it wore off. Steven's hand around her hip rubbed smooth circles with his thumb. His hands were cold, and she grabbed them, warming them. Kelso roasted a marshmallow, and Fez was talking to Eric about planes.

Laurie looked on and smiled. This is how she wanted it to be. It wasn't how she expected the weekend to go, she expected to be home by this point, too weakened to stay strong. But she was doing it. Just like at that frat party she went to a few months ago, but she was having fun with her siblings and their friends. Especially Fez, who engaged in talk of beauty and skin tones. His love of Charlie's Angels, good music, and fashion sense made her smile. He brought up Crazy Caroline with a gag, and Jackie giggled. Kelso ended up hiding her sleeping bag, as she assumed he would have, but she shrugged it off. She would share with somebody, just not him.

The night dwindled until the clock read two am, and most people were sleeping. Putting the fire out, Jackie yawned, crawling into Laurie's sleeping bag, and her breathing evened out. She stood with Eric, until they were the last one's awake, and she helped him lift their belongings to lock in the trunk of the toyota. Jason and Kelso slept in the van, and Fez in the front seat of the Toyota, reclining it and using his sleeping bag as a blanket. The two stood, and she paused, fiddling with her necklace. "Hey little brother?" She asked softly, and he looked down at her, the height difference making her look up, her hands playing with the charm. His eyes asked the question are you okay?, but his mouth just hummed. "Yeah?" He asked, eyes searching her's for a sign that it was time to go home. She smiled at him, and pulled him into a hug. He stiffened. "Oh."

"Shut up and give me a hug." She mumbled, and he softened, wrapping his arms around her, and smiling.

"Thank you for tonight, Eric, you really didn't have to." She sniffed, and he rubbed her back.

"But I did, it's no biggie." He nodded.

"I love you." She murmured.

Silence, a long silence, before he took in a deep breath, and sighed. "I love you too, Laur."

"Aw!" Steven and Jackie cooed from their respective spots on the ground, and they looked down at them.

"Shut up!" They both groaned, and all the kids of the house giggled, before climbing into bed, and Jackie's breaths lulled the blonde to sleep.