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Hyde. If anyone sees him wandering the streets or something, call me
please. ;)
A/N: I kind of want to apologize for the lack of Fez so far. I really do like him, it's just that these first two chapters don't really have much room for him. I promise he'll show up more soon. I hate neglecting characters.
Chapter 2
The next morning, I woke up extra early, now having more to look forward to at Eric's than cheesy game shows. But as I lay there in bed, I started thinking about it and I got worried. What if last night had been a total fluke? What if it had meant nothing to Steven and I went over at ten o'clock instead of noon as usual and he just stared at me and asked why the hell I was over so early? Damn it. I was becoming so insecure about the whole thing.
This is why thinking is dangerous, I said to the ceiling over my bed.
Finally, I compromised with myself. I would go over at eleven, and if Steven and I kissed again, I would start going over early every day to get in more time with him. If not, I would just forget it and allow myself to sleep in later, start going over at noon again, and let my boring, TV- watching existence continue.
I also decided that either way, I wouldn't get attached to Steven. I wouldn't allow myself to get hurt again so soon. The last thing I needed was another boyfriend. This would just be a. summer thing. Nothing more. I was sure that was all it was to him anyway. Steven Hyde didn't care more than he had to about anything. Least of all me. So, having figured things out just a little, I headed off to the Formans'.
When I arrived, he was already on the couch, watching something or other. I wondered how early he usually got up.
I sat down on the couch, trying to figure out what he was thinking. This wasn't going to work. The silence was killing me. We needed some kind of conversation. "So, um..." I started slowly, "What. what are you watching?"
He turned to look at me. "It's. it's, uh. it's." Whatever it was, I never found out, and I have to tell you I don't care. Mid-sentence, he pulled me to him and kissed me hard, almost as if he'd truly missed me for those hours we'd been apart. I dimly tried to remember a time Michael had really seemed to have missed me, but gave up fast. Michael was gone. Steven was here. I put my arms around his neck and leaned back, placing my head on the arm of the couch and pulled him down on top of me. All the time, we kept kissing. It felt like we'd never stopped at all the night before and had been there the whole time.
Who knows how much later, I heard Eric's footsteps in the kitchen. I knew what was coming. He would go to the fridge, get himself a pop, and come downstairs. He did it every day.
"Steven," I said, ending our kiss abruptly, "It's Eric! He's coming down!" We tried to separate ourselves quickly, but somehow Steven's sunglasses had gotten stuck in my hair. "Take them off, hurry!" I whispered frantically. Eric could not find out about this. I knew that. I didn't know what he would do about it, but he definitely wouldn't approve of it. He might not let me come over anymore. Then I would really have nothing to do, and no Steven to make out with.
Steven pulled his glasses off and I flung my hair behind my shoulder, hiding the glasses between me and the back of the couch. "Just don't break them," was the last thing Steven could say before Eric came pounding into the basement and flopped himself down right between us.
"Hey, guys. Sorry I'm later than usual today. Kinda slept in. That can happen when you're wallowing in self pity, y'know?" God, how did he want us to respond to this? Both of us kept our mouths shut and let him talk. "I know I'm a drag this summer. It's just, I miss Donna. I'm such a dillhole for letting her go. If only she'd call." If Eric cried, I was going to puke. Luckily, he seemed to catch himself. "But, hey, you guys don't want hear about poor Eric. You've got problems of your own, am I right?" I rolled my eyes. The only problem I had right now was that Eric was between me and Steven. "I mean, Jackie, your boyfriend left you after you suggested getting married and went to California. That just had to hurt. And now, you two are spending practically the entire summer together. And you, like, hate each other! I am so, so sorry." If only he knew. If only I could punch him. If only he would go away.
He was quiet for a few minutes, and I was afraid he would stay for the rest of the day or something. I didn't know if I could stand being that close to Steven and having to pretend to not even like him. Finally, though, Eric's self pity won out. "You know, I've just been thinking about how much my life sucks right now, and I think I'm going back to bed. Good night." With that, he went back upstairs.
"God, what a baby," Steven said. "Ow, ow, ow, OW," I replied, "Steven, help! My hair is all knotted and your sunglasses are still stuck and if I pull too hard it'll get all damaged!" He tried to get it out as gently as possible, but in the end, he just yanked it. "Steven! That really hurt," I screeched, rubbing my hair. "From now on, you shouldn't wear those when we. when we." go ahead, say it, I told myself. Two words. Make. Out. It's easy. But I couldn't. For some reason, it just seemed like saying it would make it more. meaningful and we might actually have to talk about it and I just didn't want to. Steven read my mind. He kept me from having to say anything at all by covering my mouth with his. We settled back down on the couch and stayed there until Fez showed up.
At that point, I made some excuse to leave. I knew Fez would stay a long time and I couldn't stand staying in the basement that long with Steven right next to me and having to act like everything was normal.
And so it went for 2 weeks, the same schedule, except that I kept showing up earlier and earlier, and he would be waiting for me, no matter what time. Some days, I would stay when Fez came and once he left, we would make out a little more. Other days, I would make an excuse to leave and wait outside. Then Steven would make an excuse a little later and we'd make out in his car. It had become the only thing keeping my summer from being completely awful. I was getting a little afraid, though, that I really was getting attached to Steven. Not just for the kissing but for him. I was once again really beginning to love Steven Hyde.
A/N: Ok, so, I'm not happy with the end of this chapter, but I really had to stop it. it was getting a bit out of control. Anyway, I should have the next one up soon, and hopefully this story will be over within the fourth or fifth chapter. Please review what I've got so far in the meantime!
A/N: I kind of want to apologize for the lack of Fez so far. I really do like him, it's just that these first two chapters don't really have much room for him. I promise he'll show up more soon. I hate neglecting characters.
Chapter 2
The next morning, I woke up extra early, now having more to look forward to at Eric's than cheesy game shows. But as I lay there in bed, I started thinking about it and I got worried. What if last night had been a total fluke? What if it had meant nothing to Steven and I went over at ten o'clock instead of noon as usual and he just stared at me and asked why the hell I was over so early? Damn it. I was becoming so insecure about the whole thing.
This is why thinking is dangerous, I said to the ceiling over my bed.
Finally, I compromised with myself. I would go over at eleven, and if Steven and I kissed again, I would start going over early every day to get in more time with him. If not, I would just forget it and allow myself to sleep in later, start going over at noon again, and let my boring, TV- watching existence continue.
I also decided that either way, I wouldn't get attached to Steven. I wouldn't allow myself to get hurt again so soon. The last thing I needed was another boyfriend. This would just be a. summer thing. Nothing more. I was sure that was all it was to him anyway. Steven Hyde didn't care more than he had to about anything. Least of all me. So, having figured things out just a little, I headed off to the Formans'.
When I arrived, he was already on the couch, watching something or other. I wondered how early he usually got up.
I sat down on the couch, trying to figure out what he was thinking. This wasn't going to work. The silence was killing me. We needed some kind of conversation. "So, um..." I started slowly, "What. what are you watching?"
He turned to look at me. "It's. it's, uh. it's." Whatever it was, I never found out, and I have to tell you I don't care. Mid-sentence, he pulled me to him and kissed me hard, almost as if he'd truly missed me for those hours we'd been apart. I dimly tried to remember a time Michael had really seemed to have missed me, but gave up fast. Michael was gone. Steven was here. I put my arms around his neck and leaned back, placing my head on the arm of the couch and pulled him down on top of me. All the time, we kept kissing. It felt like we'd never stopped at all the night before and had been there the whole time.
Who knows how much later, I heard Eric's footsteps in the kitchen. I knew what was coming. He would go to the fridge, get himself a pop, and come downstairs. He did it every day.
"Steven," I said, ending our kiss abruptly, "It's Eric! He's coming down!" We tried to separate ourselves quickly, but somehow Steven's sunglasses had gotten stuck in my hair. "Take them off, hurry!" I whispered frantically. Eric could not find out about this. I knew that. I didn't know what he would do about it, but he definitely wouldn't approve of it. He might not let me come over anymore. Then I would really have nothing to do, and no Steven to make out with.
Steven pulled his glasses off and I flung my hair behind my shoulder, hiding the glasses between me and the back of the couch. "Just don't break them," was the last thing Steven could say before Eric came pounding into the basement and flopped himself down right between us.
"Hey, guys. Sorry I'm later than usual today. Kinda slept in. That can happen when you're wallowing in self pity, y'know?" God, how did he want us to respond to this? Both of us kept our mouths shut and let him talk. "I know I'm a drag this summer. It's just, I miss Donna. I'm such a dillhole for letting her go. If only she'd call." If Eric cried, I was going to puke. Luckily, he seemed to catch himself. "But, hey, you guys don't want hear about poor Eric. You've got problems of your own, am I right?" I rolled my eyes. The only problem I had right now was that Eric was between me and Steven. "I mean, Jackie, your boyfriend left you after you suggested getting married and went to California. That just had to hurt. And now, you two are spending practically the entire summer together. And you, like, hate each other! I am so, so sorry." If only he knew. If only I could punch him. If only he would go away.
He was quiet for a few minutes, and I was afraid he would stay for the rest of the day or something. I didn't know if I could stand being that close to Steven and having to pretend to not even like him. Finally, though, Eric's self pity won out. "You know, I've just been thinking about how much my life sucks right now, and I think I'm going back to bed. Good night." With that, he went back upstairs.
"God, what a baby," Steven said. "Ow, ow, ow, OW," I replied, "Steven, help! My hair is all knotted and your sunglasses are still stuck and if I pull too hard it'll get all damaged!" He tried to get it out as gently as possible, but in the end, he just yanked it. "Steven! That really hurt," I screeched, rubbing my hair. "From now on, you shouldn't wear those when we. when we." go ahead, say it, I told myself. Two words. Make. Out. It's easy. But I couldn't. For some reason, it just seemed like saying it would make it more. meaningful and we might actually have to talk about it and I just didn't want to. Steven read my mind. He kept me from having to say anything at all by covering my mouth with his. We settled back down on the couch and stayed there until Fez showed up.
At that point, I made some excuse to leave. I knew Fez would stay a long time and I couldn't stand staying in the basement that long with Steven right next to me and having to act like everything was normal.
And so it went for 2 weeks, the same schedule, except that I kept showing up earlier and earlier, and he would be waiting for me, no matter what time. Some days, I would stay when Fez came and once he left, we would make out a little more. Other days, I would make an excuse to leave and wait outside. Then Steven would make an excuse a little later and we'd make out in his car. It had become the only thing keeping my summer from being completely awful. I was getting a little afraid, though, that I really was getting attached to Steven. Not just for the kissing but for him. I was once again really beginning to love Steven Hyde.
A/N: Ok, so, I'm not happy with the end of this chapter, but I really had to stop it. it was getting a bit out of control. Anyway, I should have the next one up soon, and hopefully this story will be over within the fourth or fifth chapter. Please review what I've got so far in the meantime!