A/N: omg I updated this on Ao3 like a week ago but forgot to do it here, I'm so sorry. I got covid and was sick for a while. Not fun. Anyway, thanks for all the encouragement on this story so far :)

The entire drive back to the Burkhart house Jackie and Hyde revel in the satisfaction of their dastardly accomplishment.

"That was totally awesome!" Jackie states, her voice slightly breathy and her eyes shining brightly with adrenaline.

"Hell yeah, it was," Hyde agrees, enjoying the moment just as much.

She looks over at him, a satisfied smile upon her lips. "Admit it, Steven, we make a great team."

He clears his throat, stubbornly refusing to flat out agree with the statement and admit she was right. But she makes a very valid point. "Well, I guess as far as partners in crime go, we work pretty well together."

Stretching with excitement, Jackie's smile grows even more. "Oh my God, I love that! Partners in crime. Just like Bonnie and Clyde!"

He glances over at her in amusement and chuckles. "Yeah, just like Bonnie and Clyde."

Pulling onto the Burkhart's street a short while later, Hyde parks in the street in front of their house again. He immediately notes that the driveway is now completely empty, meaning the housekeeper has left like Jackie said she would, but her parents still haven't arrived despite the late hour that is only growing later.

He frowns as he cuts the ignition. "Your parents still aren't home, huh? What are they doing out this late?"

Jackie shifts uncomfortably, their thrilling heist seemingly forgotten as a sad expression creeps onto her face. "I don't know. It seems as if they dislike being home less and less lately, like they try not to be here as much as possible."

Hyde doesn't pry, he only watches her carefully with a sympathetic expression that lets her know he's listening, willing to hear more if she so wishes to share.

"My mom's been traveling a lot, and she says it's for work but I know it's not. And sometimes I think my dad knows it's not, but sometimes I'm not sure he even notices." Her voice suddenly turns angry, resentful even. "She's off getting drunk and sleeping around and he either doesn't notice or he doesn't care, and I don't know which one is worse. He just busies himself with his work even more, which is ironic because his obsession with his work is part of the reason my mom started acting out more in the first place." She clenches her jaw, frustration clearly evident on her face.

The girl blinking rapidly to hold back angry tears doesn't go unnoticed by Hyde, who feels compassion and sympathy pool in his stomach. He looks away, shaking his head. "Sounds like your mom's a whore and your dad's a dick. Which I mean, we already knew but it still sucks."

Jackie barks out a laugh, welcoming the opportunity to joke. "Yeah, that's true." The light moment is fleeting, though, and she quickly sobers again. "But that leaves me stranded in the middle of all that, and they don't seem to care. It doesn't matter to them. It feels like I'm the least important thing in their lives right now." She bites her lip and turns to look out the window as tears continue to well in her eyes.

Even in the reflection of the window, Hyde can see Jackie lose the battle against the tears as they begin to fall down her cheeks. She sniffs quietly to herself, and his heart breaks at the sight.

Reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket, he pulls out a blunt and silently offers it to her, holding it in her peripheral vision.

Turning her head, Jackie looks over to see what's in his hand. She laughs through her tears as she takes in the sight of the all-too-recognizable object. "You really just carry that on you?"

He shrugs, smirking. "What can I say, I'm always prepared for times like this. You never know when you might need a good hit."

Wiping away her tears, she smiles and gingerly takes the blunt from him. "Now's as good a time as any. I guess I should be grateful," she says, turning more in her seat to face him better as he takes out his lighter.

He turns the tiny wheel and after it clicks, a small flame is emitted. He holds it out and lights the blunt for her.

Jackie coughs a bit as she gets it started, but the motions soon come easier. She takes a few long drags and closes her eyes, taking a few minutes to relax into the drug's comforting aroma. After a short while, she hands it back to Hyde for a turn, giving him a half-lidded smile.

He breathes in the marijuana, welcoming the stimulation. Looking over at Jackie, he decides to get some answers for something he's been spurious about. "Can I ask you something?"

She nods indifferently.

He hesitates briefly before proceeding with the question, unsure of how he wants to phrase it. "Why haven't you been around lately? You just kind of...disappeared." He frowns. "I mean I get that your parents have really gotten you down, trust me. But your parents have always been shitty and I figured that's why you've always hung out with us in the basement so much. You know, to get away from all that and distract yourself. So now that they're getting worse, wouldn't you want to spend even more time with the gang, instead of less? What changed?"

Jackie lowers her eyes sadly, almost as if she's ashamed. "Michael and I broke up. And Donna and Eric are all cute and happy together. I didn't think it would bother me so much, to be around you guys, but eventually, it did. It started to hurt. It's," she pauses, "it's difficult to pretend to be happy and carefree when I'm not. I think I've kind of always done that, but everyone has their limits. And I guess I reached mine. So I distanced myself, and started doing other things."

"Like stealing?" he teases.

She smiles cheekily, shrugging slightly. "Yeah, among other things." She purses her lips, thinking it over. "I was just trying to distract myself like you said. Just...in a different way."

Hyde nods seriously. "I get that, I do. I just...I wish you didn't feel like that was your only option. You didn't have to stop coming by the basement and stuff."

Jackie looks at him curiously as she takes another drag of weed, taking note of the hurt in his voice. "What, did you miss me or something?"

"What?" he scoffs in denial. "No! Of course not."

"Oh my God, you did!" she exclaims, unable to resist teasing him. "Steven Hyde missed having me around!"

"Whatever," he mutters as he rudely grabs the blunt from her mouth, but he struggles to keep his lips in a straight line.

There are a few minutes of comfortable silence while they continue to get high, their thoughts wandering. Hyde can't get the sad situation with Jackie's parents off of his mind. He's definitely not on the best terms with his own parents, and he usually brushes it off, but this is someone else. This is Jackie; she might be obnoxious at times, but at heart, she's a sweet kid. And he always knew she had crappy parents but not to this extent. It keeps bugging him until he decides to offer her his condolences. "You know, man, I'm really sorry your parents are so shitty. You don't deserve that."

Taking the blunt back, Jackie shrugs. "It's whatever. It doesn't matter if I deserve it or not, or how much I wish it were different, it's just how things are."

He slowly nods in agreement, strangely finding those words relatable to his own life. "Yeah, I know just what you mean. I feel that same way about my own folks." He looks out the windshield as he gathers his thoughts. "It's like, both my parents have never given a shit about me, that's how it's always been. Everyone's always like, 'oh poor Steven's an orphan' and want to like, fix my life, even if they don't actually say it, you know? But it's just my life. I'll just deal with it like I always do, I don't want other people to pity me."

Jackie studies him closely. "Earlier today you said you've been stressed. Is it because of Bud?"

Hyde snaps his head back to her, ready to bite back with a retort, but when he meets her eyes he only finds understanding and compassion there. He finds himself nodding again. "Yeah. Things have...not been great. They've only been getting worse, actually," he admits with the startling realization that only earlier today he'd refused to tell Eric the same thing. He couldn't tell his best friend the truth about his home life, and now here he is, opening up to Jackie. He blames it on the drugs but deep down, he knows he's not really that stoned.

"I should have known he'd go back to all his old habits," he continues, "or maybe I did and I just didn't want to believe it. But here I am, back to living with the man I barely consider to be my father, putting up with all his drinking and yelling...and hitting." Against his will, he winces as he finishes the sentence.

Jackie's eyes shine with tears again, not for her this time but for him. "I'm so sorry," she whispers.

He shrugs. "Like you said, it's whatever."

She nods in affirmation. "It's whatever."

Another moment of silence falls upon them as they both sit there in the Camino, taking comfort in knowing they've just shared something that's been weighing on them with someone who actually understands. There are no feelings of regret or shame for having opened up, for having revealed the ugly truth. There's only relief. And it feels like they've just been given the best gift they could have received at the moment, like there's nothing else they would have rather experienced, nothing else they could have needed.

Jackie speaks again, her voice firmer as she shakes her head and looks out the window again. "They know what it's like," she says, and Hyde's not sure if 'they' is referring to their parents, their friends, or whoever else, but it doesn't matter. Whoever she's talking about, she's right.

"No, they don't," he agrees.

She turns back to him with a strange, new look in her eye that Hyde can't quite read. "But it's okay because we do." She slightly leans forward, like what she's about to say is important and needs to be thoroughly heard. "Steven, doing what you and I did last week and tonight, doing it with you, I've felt more alive than I have in a long time."

He swallows hard as he tries to remain composed under her intense gaze and not think about how he completely agrees.

There's a beat of silence as they stare at each other, hardly even breathing. As they stare into each other's eyes, they see their own pain and longing, and lostness. They see understanding, something they've never experienced--truly experienced--until now.

In one swift motion, Jackie closes the distance between them as she pulls Hyde's head down and kisses him, which he immediately reciprocates. He swears his heart stops as he relishes the feeling of her lips against his, something he'd missed terribly and didn't think he'd ever get the chance to experience again. Yet here he is, and it's just as wonderful as he remembers, if not more so.

This kiss is different than the first one they'd shared, on Veteran's Day. While the first one had been slightly forced and initiated out of confused feelings, this one is natural and meaningful. There's passion behind it as they physically express the emotional bond they've just formed. There's connection. There's belonging.

It's over all too soon, however, and Jackie pulls away slightly. She's still close enough that Hyde can feel her breath on his lips and he desperately wants to close the gap between their mouths again, but an airy smile spreads across her face before she simply says, "See you tomorrow, Clyde."

She's gone before he can get his brain to respond, and he's left staring after her in a blissful daze.

Donna enters the basement the next day, opening the door to find Eric, Kelso, and Fez all scattered across the furniture as they write in notebooks.

"Oh my God," she groans. "Don't tell me I forgot about an essay that's due tomorrow or something."

Kelso looks up from his writing. "Oh no, we're not doing homework. You should know that by now, Big D."

The redhead's expression changes from alarmed to quizzical. "Okay, then what are you all writing?"

"Fez and I have decided to find girlfriends for each other," Kelso starts to explain.

"Yes, we do not need Jackie," Fez quickly adds. "Or Carolyn."

Kelso nods before continuing. "So we're getting ready for the speed dating interviews we set up, where we're both gonna interview potential candidates to be the other person's girlfriend." He points towards the table where there's a stack of papers resting. "I hung up some flyers around school and passed 'em out, too. Can't believe I missed you."

Donna quirks a brow at him before reaching down to pick up one of the flyers. She reads it aloud: "Have you or a friend ever wanted to date Michael Kelso or that weird but cool foreign kid? Here's your chance! Join us at the Hub at 7 PM tonight for the interviews. Hot people only." She crumples up the piece of paper and throws it at him. "You're insane! This isn't how you get a girlfriend, dumbass."

Kelso glares at her. "Well not with that attitude!"

She shakes her head, then remembers her initial question. "So what exactly are you writing then?"

"The traits we want in our perfect girlfriend!" Fez pipes up, a bright smile on his face.

Donna's head turns to her boyfriend in suspicion. "Why the hell do you need to make a list of that?"

Eric's eyes widen in alarm and he quickly explains himself, "Oh, I'm not writing! I'm sketching some G.I. Joe. See?" He turns the book around so she can see the drawing.

Donna's face relaxes and she smiles in amusement, a glimmer of fondness shining in her eyes. "It looks great. But his head is a little bit out of proportion to the rest of his body," she teasingly points out.

"What?" He turns the sketchbook back to himself and takes a good look at his work. His face falls. "Oh, man. Not again." With a sigh, he picks up an eraser.

She chuckles to herself before turning back to Kelso. "So why are you making a list of what you want if Fez is going to choose your girlfriend? And vice versa."

"See, we're just putin' these things down on paper as like, a guide for each other. We're gonna add our own stuff of what we think would make a good girlfriend for the other person."

"Eric helped us come up with a point system, so we can see how each girl scores," Fez adds.

Donna glares at Eric, causing him to shrug in response.

"And then we combine those things to make our final decision," Kelso concludes with enthusiasm.

"What's on this list of yours? Or do I even want to know?"

"Ohh, you want to know," Kelso assures her. He begins to read what he has written down so far. "Hair: preferably red-- like Donna's. Second choice is blonde because all blondes are hot. Brunettes I'm still on the fence about, 'cause after Jackie, I think I want to stay off 'em for a while."

She rolls her eyes at his logic as he continues.

"Big tits-- like Donna. Nice ass-- like Donna. Will keep me on a short lease-- like Donna and Jackie. Will--"

"Hold on," Eric interrupts as he leans forward, his G.I. Joe drawing momentarily forgotten. "It sounds like your 'perfect girlfriend' is just Donna, who, may I remind you, is my girlfriend."

Kelso scoffs like Eric just stated something super obvious. "Well yeah. Hey, do you think you could let me date her?"

"Uh, no? " Eric responds in a 'no, duh' tone of voice. "No way."

"Well then, I just have to find the closest thing," Kelso explains himself.

"Um, Eric? Not that I would ever date Kelso, but you can't 'let' or 'not let' me date anyone. I chose who I date, not you," Donna pointedly reminds him.

Her boyfriend shifts uncomfortably at his mistake, noticing she's now wearing her Feminist Face. "Yeah, yeah! That's not what I meant at all. I was just--"

"Guys!" Kelso interrupts. "Do you want to hear the rest of my list or not?"

Donna crosses her arms and turns back to him. "Yeah, fine. Go ahead."

"Okay," he nods, turning back to the notebook in front of him. "Will buy me stuff. Is just as horny as I am, so she's always down to do it. Isn't too smart, so she'll let me do dumb stuff, but is smart enough that she'll keep me from getting myself killed when I do dumb stuff. And most of all, she has to be hot." He puts the notebook down. "So what do you think?"

She stares at him unamused. "I think it's disgusting. I think you're disgusting. And any decent woman would agree with me, so good luck finding your 'perfect girlfriend.'"

"Well damn, Donna!" he shouts in annoyance. "Why do women have to be like that?"

"Women, am I right?" Fez cuts in. "Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em."

"If you two complain so much about women, why don't you just date each other?" Eric mutters from behind his sketchbook.

Despite her annoyance, Donna can't help but laugh lightly at that. "Honestly, that way at least all women will be spared from having to date you two."

Kelso and Fez look at each other.

"I don't think we're that desperate yet," Kelso says.

"But you are quite beautiful," Fez admits.

His best friend grins affectionately. "Thanks, man."

Donna just shakes her head at the irony. "Fez, what did you write?"

He picks up his own his that he's been writing, clearing his throat before reading it. "Someone who I am comfortable around, will love me for who I am, will make me laugh, will laugh at my jokes, and will eat candy and watch TV with me."

Her face softens. "Fez, that's so sweet."

"Oh, and they have to be very hot and horny," he adds with a smile.

Donna rolls her eyes. "You two are impossible, and I can't wait to hear how epicly this thing fails tonight."

"Wow, there are more girls here than I thought," Fez remarks as he and Kelso stand in the Hub, looking around at the group of women who showed up.

"What can I say? I'm a good-looking dude," his friend comments, before looking at him with a smile. "And so are you." He winks.

Heat creeps onto Fez's face, causing his dark skin to appear even darker. He's not sure why the compliment affects him the way he does, all he knows is he likes it. Whenever Kelso says something like that to him he always smiles for five minutes afterward. It makes him feel warm and fuzzy.

"Alright, you've got the list I made, right?" Kelso asks him.

"Right here," he confirms. "And of course, I added my own standards for your girlfriend."

"Great, and I've got yours." He claps his hands loudly to get everyone's attention. "Okay, everybody, we're ready to start. You all look pretty hot, so things are lookin' good so far. Half of you line up in front of Fez's table and the other half in front of my table. Once you've been interviewed by one of us, get in line for the other. Good luck!"

Fez sits at one table and smiles excitedly as the first girl comes up and sits across from him. "Hello, and what is your name? Unless you just want me to call you Beautiful," he snickers.

She laughs, tossing her shoulder-length brown hair. "I'm Gloria."

"Well Gloria, it is nice to meet you. Now let me start off with this question; if Kelso wanted to do something dumb that could potentially kill him but would be hilarious, would you stop him?"

Ten minutes later, Fez is still working his way through the line of girls in front of him when he glances over and sees Kelso making out with a blonde girl. His stomach drops at the sight, and then he's suddenly angry. How dare Kelso do that, right here in front of him?

"Um, hello?" the girl in front of Fez asks, a quizzical look on her face. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, uh, yes. If you will excuse me for just a moment," he says, getting out of his seat.

He makes his way over to Kelso and taps him on the shoulder, causing his friend to break contact with the girl.

"Uh, Fez? I'm kinda busy here."

"You were supposed to be interviewing girls," he fumes.

"And I am. I can't have you dating a girl who's a bad kisser, so I'm just trying her out," he defends himself. A mischievous smile spreads across his face. "Okay, so I'm havin' a little fun while doing it. But you don't mind, right?"

He does mind. He minds a lot actually. He minds more than he should, for some reason...

He's seen Kelso make out before, and none of these girls are Fez's girlfriend yet, so he has no real reason to be mad, right? But he is, and he's not sure why. He can't explain it, all he knows is the sight makes him uneasy. Maybe it even hurts.

But he can't tell Kelso that. Not if he doesn't have a valid reason.

"No, I guess not," he reluctantly admits.

"Good, let's get back to work then," Kelso says before turning back to the girl in front of him. "Now, where were we…"

Fez turns away as Kelso begins to make out with the girl again, quickly walking to his seat as he realizes he suddenly feels sick. Why is this affecting him so much? Whatever this is, he needs to shake it off.

"Sorry about that," he apologizes to the girl at his own table, putting on a smile and resuming the interview as if nothing had happened. He can't help but wearily glance over at Kelso every few minutes, chest tight with an emotion he can't quite place.

Once Kelso and Fez have both interviewed all the girls, they meet in the corner of the room to discuss the results.

"Okay, so what do you have?" Kelso asks.

Fez shifts in uncertainty, unsure of how his best friend is going to react. But he's made up his mind, so he forces himself to sound confident. "Well, after careful deliberation I have decided that none of these girls are the perfect girlfriend for you."

Kelso's face falls. "Wait, what? None of them? But they're all so hot."

"Yes, well, there are other factors besides attractiveness you know." He simply shrugs.

"One of 'em has to be close at least," Kelso reasons. "Lemme see your notes."

"No, my decision is final."

"Fez, let me see your notes!"

"No!"

Fez tries to hold the papers away, but his best friend is taller and stronger, so he quickly loses the battle. He's silent as he watches Kelso sift through the papers.

One scoresheet, in particular, catches his eye and he pulls it out. "Leslie Turner got a ninety-five out of a hundred?" He looks up from the paper. "Fez, that's about as close as we're gonna get. Why wouldn't you tell me? If she scored that high on the list I made, why shouldn't I date her?'

"Kelso, don't forget that our individual lists are only supposed to serve as guides," he reminds him. "I am the one who gets to decide who you should date."

"That's stupid."

"This was your idea!"

"Yeah, well, it's stupid if you're gonna be this way about it."

"Okay then, who did you choose for me?" Fez challenges.

Kelso quickly scans the room. "Uhhh, let's see...oh! Her, in the miniskirt."

"Why?"

"Because she's hot. And she's a good kisser."

Fez narrows his eyes. "Admit it, you did not put any real thought into that decision."

"Yeah, you're right," Kelso laughs. "But like I said this was a stupid idea in the first place, so let's just choose our own girlfriends. I'm gonna go ask Leslie out."

"No."

His brows furrow in confusion, surprised by his friend's stubborn response. "Fez, why are making this so difficult? Why don't you want me to date Leslie?"

"She's just not right for you," Fez insists.

He huffs in annoyance but simply moves on, looking through the scoresheets again and pulling out another impressive candidate. "Okay, Well what about Cindy?"

"Not her either."

This time, it's Kelso's eyes that narrow. "What the hell, Fez? First, you're jealous of me and Jackie, now you're jealous of me with any of these girls. Are you jealous of me with anyone?"

"No..."

"Do you not want me to happy? Is that it?"

"No! Of course not, you're my best friend."

"Then what's the problem, man?"

"I don't know!" Fez finally yells in frustration, the raise in voice causing the girls to stare curiously. "All I know is that I do not like the thought of you being with any of these girls!"

Kelso sets his jaw. "Well, you'd better figure it out, 'cause it sure sounds to me like you're just jealous of the idea of me being with anyone. And that's not cool."

Fez winces, knowing it does appear to be the case, and still frustrated with himself for not being able to explain himself. He sighs. "Kelso, can you please just respect my decision?"

A scoff is his response. "I'm not gonna pass up the opportunity to date a hot chick just because you tell me not to without a good reason." He finds Leslie's scoresheet again and waves it in Fez's face. "This says Leslie is a nearly perfect girl for me, so I'm gonna date her whether you like it or not!"

"So I guess my opinion doesn't mean anything to you," Fez says bitterly.

"Not in this case, buddy," Kelso responds, shoving the scoresheet into the pocket of his jeans.

Fez glares at him. "I thought best friends were supposed to trust each other."

"Yeah, well, I thought best friends were supposed to not be jealous of each other!" Kelso shoots back.

"Sounds like we're not best friends at all then!"

"Sounds like it!"

With nothing left to say, Fez storms out of the Hub, leaving Kelso staring after him in anger and confusion.

What the hell is wrong with him? Why is this such an issue?

Fez sniffles as he walks down the sidewalk towards the Forman's house, still frustrated and confused. Fighting with Kelso always makes him emotional, but it's worse this time because he's unsure of the reason for the fight. Kelso was being a jerk for discarding their plan and randomly, lazily choosing his girlfriend for him. But that's not the part that's bothering him. No, he's upset about seeing Kelso kiss those girls, and he's even more upset at the thought of him dating one of them. He's angry and he's hurt. He even feels betrayed.

Kelso was right, it does seem like he's jealous. But why? There were multiple attractive girls there; he could've had his pick from an arrange of them even after Kelso chose one. That's wasn't the problem though. In fact, he hadn't even been thinking about which girl he wanted to date; he'd only been concerned about Kelso wanting to date one of them. The very thought makes his blood boil.

He's not quite sure why, and that's the part that bothers him most.

Opening the door to the basement, he finds Donna sitting on the couch.

"Hey, Fez," she greets.

"Hello, Donna. Where is Eric?'

"He's upstairs talking to Mrs. Forman. Why?"

"Well," he hesitates, "can I talk to you for a minute?"

Donna puts down the book she was reading and sits up straight. "Yeah of course. What's up? Wait, let me guess, the girlfriend interview thing was a bust?"

"You could say that," he says uncomfortably.

She pats the couch cushion next to her. "Tell me about it."

Fez helps himself to the seat beside her. "Okay, well, you know how I used to be jealous of Kelso dating Jackie? And I would try to, um, steal her from him?"

"Yeah?"

"I thought I was over that, but I am not."

"You still want to be with Jackie?"

"No, no. You see," he says, taking a deep breath, "ever since Jackie broke up with Kelso and I got over my crush on her, me and Kelso have gotten closer. We did not have a reason to dislike one another anymore, so we became better friends. And it has been really nice. And I thought finding each other girlfriends would be fun, but it only made me upset. During the interviews, I was mad he was kissing the girls. I don't know why but it made me very angry. And when he asked me which one I picked for him, I said none of them, because I don't want to see him with any of them. And...and he got mad. And said I'm still jealous of him. I think he may be right, but I do not know why."

Donna bites her lip, trying to hold back a smile. She's suspected this for a while now. "Fez, have you ever thought that maybe you aren't actually jealous of Kelso being with Jackie?" she gently proposes. "Or of him being with any girl? Have you ever thought that maybe you were jealous of them being with him?"

His brows furrow in confusion. "What are you saying?"

She sighs before explaining, keeping her voice soft. "I'm saying that maybe, you know, you like Kelso. As in, more than a friend."

"You are saying I'm gay?" he asks as realization dawns on him.

"No, not exactly," she replies. "You could be bisexual, like David Bowie. Or maybe you're not attracted to guys at all. I'm just saying...it's something to think about."

"I don't need to think about it," Fez insists, dismissing the idea. "I am not gay and I do not like Kelso."

Donna frowns. "Fez, there's nothing wrong with being gay. I would still love you and be your friend, and I'd kick anyone's ass who would do anything less than that." She lays a hand on his arm. "You said Kelso is your best friend and you enjoy being around him. You get jealous when he's with a girl. When we like someone as a person, like when we have a friend, sometimes we get so caught up in the title of 'friend' that we don't realize how far those feelings go. We don't realize that we want to be something more than a friend to them. Think about that list you made, does he fit the description?" She sighs, shaking her head. "I don't know. Like I said, it's just something to think about."

Fez goes silent as he considers her words.

With Kelso, he's comfortable and he enjoys his company; he feels like he can be himself. Their relationship started off a bit rocky; Kelso often made fun of him, and Fez despised him for being with Jackie, and in turn Kelso despised him for always flirting with her. But they eventually got past all that and became real friends-- best friends. They've embraced each other for all that they are, weird quirks and all. Kelso not only makes him laugh, but he also laughs at his jokes, too. They like to hang out and eat candy and watch TV together.

Kelso is also very attractive, he can't deny that. In fact, he's never been shy about stating that fact. He's always thought Kelso's handsomeness is obvious to everyone, but perhaps it's more obvious to him. Perhaps there's a reason it is.

Then, of course, he relates to Kelso's horniness. It's something they share.

Fez startles as he realizes Kelso does in fact fit the list he made of his 'perfect girlfriend'. But it could all be platonic, right? Except what if it's not? What if all those feelings for Kelso were misplaced, or maybe just misunderstood?

He thinks about how he feels with Kelso, and it all hits him at once; every warm smile, every touch, every compliment that made his insides melt, every moment he felt giddy and fuzzy inside-- all of it.

Everything suddenly makes sense. The reason he hated the sight of Kelso kissing those girls and hated the thought of Kelso being with those girls is because, well, he secretly wished Kelso would do that with him.

"Oh my God," Fez says, face pale as he stands up. "I like Kelso!" he cries, running out the basement door.

Donna is left behind, staring after him as she takes in his words. "Well, that happened quicker than I thought."