Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, and do not claim to. My sole
purpose is to write about Jackie and Hyde who are, in my opinion, an
adorable couple. I hope you enjoy. (
"Another old lady. She can't even reach the wheel!" I yelled at the TV in Eric's basement. The Price is Right was on again. How many times this summer had Steven and I sat on the couch and watched that? God, that's sad, I thought. I've spent nearly my entire summer watching TV with Steven Hyde. I could almost have cried for myself. Damn Michael. Why'd he have to run off anyway? We were going to get married. Well, that was over. Forget him.
"I can't watch the Price is Right again, I just can't." It seemed Steven and I agreed on one thing. I wondered if he was as bored as I was.
"This summer totally sucks. There's nothing to do." As I said it, I wished I had a boyfriend. Not Michael, obviously, the dumbass, but someone... different. Someone better. Then I wouldn't be so bored. We could kiss or something. Where was a male when I needed one?
Wait.
I looked at Steven, and found he was looking back. In a split second, we were kissing. I pulled away. What had I just done? Wait, what had I just done? Somehow, whatever it was, I wanted to do it again. So I did.
Wow. I was kissing Steven Hyde. Just how the hell did I go from watching The Price is Right to kissing Steven Hyde?
Not that it's a bad thing, I thought. Actually.. it's kind of good. Really good. So much better than kissing Michael. Maybe even better than that time Fez kissed me.
I don't know how long we made out that first day. Seemed like hours. Well spent hours. He was supposed to disgust me. He always had. Well, except for that short time where I liked him. I remembered how he took the wrap for me, told that cop it was his stuff, not mine. He'd gone to jail for me. Then we'd gone on that date on Veteran's Day. It really was the best date I'd ever been on. He was so sweet that night. I still to this day don't know why I said I felt nothing when we kissed. Maybe I was afraid. Well, whatever it was, I had made up my mind I wouldn't ruin it this time. Steven and I were making out. And it was great.
Eric came down the stairs and ended it. Steven and I sprang apart like lightning and retreated to as far away from each other was possible. God, Eric was stupid. It was written all over our faces. Actually, he was probably just too busy pitying himself. He had been all summer. I almost felt bad for him. But then, the jerk did bring it on himself, refusing Donna like that. Idiot.
"Hi guys," he said half-heartedly. "What are you watching?"
I had no idea. "Um.." My head was still reeling from what had just happened.
Steven was quicker. "Gilligan's Island," he replied quickly.
Eric sat down and started watching with us. Well, with Steven anyway. I wasn't watching the TV at all. I was watching Steven. He really was adorable, you know. His hair was just so.. curly. It almost didn't fit his attitude. He hadn't shaved all summer. The beard was nice on him, but I missed how he looked clean-shaven. He was wearing his sunglasses, so his eyes were covered. I wished he wasn't. He had nice eyes. Sometime later, Eric finally went to bed, and Steven and I were back together on the couch in seconds.
He was so different from Michael when he kissed. It was like... when Michael kissed me, there wasn't much behind it. I was hot and he wanted me for being hot, but there wasn't anything else there. I couldn't believe it had taken me until now to realize that. Steven on the other hand, he was... nice. There are no words. You could feel that he cared by the way he kissed, and he wasn't just doing it so he could tell his friends about it later and make them jealous. It was because he wanted to.
Finally, we pulled apart. "Steven, it's really late. I should go," I finally stated reluctantly. As much as I wanted to stay, I knew I should go. I got up and started walking to the door.
Just before I opened it, I turned around to say goodbye, but looking at Steven, I couldn't resist running right back over to the couch and kissing him one more time.
We went through this little routine three times before I realized I had to leave without looking back at him. So I did, but only because I knew I would be back the next day, probably earlier than usual.
"Another old lady. She can't even reach the wheel!" I yelled at the TV in Eric's basement. The Price is Right was on again. How many times this summer had Steven and I sat on the couch and watched that? God, that's sad, I thought. I've spent nearly my entire summer watching TV with Steven Hyde. I could almost have cried for myself. Damn Michael. Why'd he have to run off anyway? We were going to get married. Well, that was over. Forget him.
"I can't watch the Price is Right again, I just can't." It seemed Steven and I agreed on one thing. I wondered if he was as bored as I was.
"This summer totally sucks. There's nothing to do." As I said it, I wished I had a boyfriend. Not Michael, obviously, the dumbass, but someone... different. Someone better. Then I wouldn't be so bored. We could kiss or something. Where was a male when I needed one?
Wait.
I looked at Steven, and found he was looking back. In a split second, we were kissing. I pulled away. What had I just done? Wait, what had I just done? Somehow, whatever it was, I wanted to do it again. So I did.
Wow. I was kissing Steven Hyde. Just how the hell did I go from watching The Price is Right to kissing Steven Hyde?
Not that it's a bad thing, I thought. Actually.. it's kind of good. Really good. So much better than kissing Michael. Maybe even better than that time Fez kissed me.
I don't know how long we made out that first day. Seemed like hours. Well spent hours. He was supposed to disgust me. He always had. Well, except for that short time where I liked him. I remembered how he took the wrap for me, told that cop it was his stuff, not mine. He'd gone to jail for me. Then we'd gone on that date on Veteran's Day. It really was the best date I'd ever been on. He was so sweet that night. I still to this day don't know why I said I felt nothing when we kissed. Maybe I was afraid. Well, whatever it was, I had made up my mind I wouldn't ruin it this time. Steven and I were making out. And it was great.
Eric came down the stairs and ended it. Steven and I sprang apart like lightning and retreated to as far away from each other was possible. God, Eric was stupid. It was written all over our faces. Actually, he was probably just too busy pitying himself. He had been all summer. I almost felt bad for him. But then, the jerk did bring it on himself, refusing Donna like that. Idiot.
"Hi guys," he said half-heartedly. "What are you watching?"
I had no idea. "Um.." My head was still reeling from what had just happened.
Steven was quicker. "Gilligan's Island," he replied quickly.
Eric sat down and started watching with us. Well, with Steven anyway. I wasn't watching the TV at all. I was watching Steven. He really was adorable, you know. His hair was just so.. curly. It almost didn't fit his attitude. He hadn't shaved all summer. The beard was nice on him, but I missed how he looked clean-shaven. He was wearing his sunglasses, so his eyes were covered. I wished he wasn't. He had nice eyes. Sometime later, Eric finally went to bed, and Steven and I were back together on the couch in seconds.
He was so different from Michael when he kissed. It was like... when Michael kissed me, there wasn't much behind it. I was hot and he wanted me for being hot, but there wasn't anything else there. I couldn't believe it had taken me until now to realize that. Steven on the other hand, he was... nice. There are no words. You could feel that he cared by the way he kissed, and he wasn't just doing it so he could tell his friends about it later and make them jealous. It was because he wanted to.
Finally, we pulled apart. "Steven, it's really late. I should go," I finally stated reluctantly. As much as I wanted to stay, I knew I should go. I got up and started walking to the door.
Just before I opened it, I turned around to say goodbye, but looking at Steven, I couldn't resist running right back over to the couch and kissing him one more time.
We went through this little routine three times before I realized I had to leave without looking back at him. So I did, but only because I knew I would be back the next day, probably earlier than usual.