Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, and if I did, I'd set 'em free, because you
can't own people like property. That's slavery, and there are laws against
that, man. Except that they're characters, so I don't know that the same
rules apply, but nevertheless, they aren't my property and I'm just messing
with them.
It had been about two and a half weeks since the whole thing had started, and I was beginning to feel like it could be more than just some summer thing. I really did like Steven. I was having a hard time going more than a few hours away from the basement. Even when Fez and Eric were around and we were sitting across the room from each other, supposedly ignoring each other, it was easy to tell that neither of us was thinking of anything but the moment the others left and we sprung together on the couch again.
This was the point when I decided we had to start talking, and not just making out. The base of every good relationship is communication. It said so in Cosmo, so of course it was true, and I wanted a good relationship with Steven. I hoped that with very little convincing, he would want one too.
Slowly, I started trying to blend conversation into our daily routine. Sometimes I would just stop in the middle of making out and say something like, "What do you think of my outfit?" or, "This humidity is killing my hair." None of it was successful. He'd always just roll his eyes and tell me very bluntly to shut up and the making out would continue. I, not wanting to cause problems, would shut up. Ok, so I wasn't trying very hard at all. It was just, I was a little afraid that if I actually did get Steven to talk, he would say something I didn't want to hear, like that he really didn't want anything but a fling.
It might hurt more to just keep going like this though, and then find out when summer ended that he didn't want me at all anymore. So I decided to be more direct about things.
One morning, I came over and sat down on the couch as usual. He, of course, moved toward me, but for once, I didn't come toward him. "Steven, wait a minute," I started, "I need to talk to you about something." He looked confused, and a bit worried. "Um, ok. What is it? Need help deciding on what conditioner to use? 'Cause if it's anything like that, you can just stop right now and we can continue with what we should be doing." "No, Steven. It's about.... Well, these past few weeks -" "Jackie, don't talk. It ruins the mood," he said, looking a little panicked, and quickly made it impossible for me to say anything else.
Later on that day, Eric, Fez, Steven, and I sat in the basement. We were all watching TV a little boredly, all thinking of different things. Eric was of course still drowning in sorrow over Donna, Steven was most likely thinking of how he was going to jump on me as soon as they left, Fez was probably thinking of candy, though I'm not sure, and I was thinking of Steven. He was too damn good at bottling up his feelings, and he was doing it with his feelings for me, which I was sure he had. Otherwise, why would he have spent all summer kissing me when he could've easily just gone down to The Hub and picked up the first slutty girl that walked in? Steven was always bottling up feelings. Like all the anger he must have toward his mom and his dad. They'd both abandoned him at least twice. It was just wrong. I felt so bad for him. It would be part of my quest, I decided, to heal all his wounds from the past. It would be so romantic. Just like a book or a movie. Now, all I had to do was make him my boyfriend so that the healing process could begin.
A/N: Jackie of got away from me here, and she's all off on this healing thing. I honestly don't know where it came from, it wasn't in the original plan at all, but I'm going with it because I feel bad for having left this story alone for a while but I've had a bit of a block on it. It will hopefully be finished in the near future. After it's done, I'm considering doing the same time period from Hyde's point of view, if anyone thinks it would be interesting. Please review!
It had been about two and a half weeks since the whole thing had started, and I was beginning to feel like it could be more than just some summer thing. I really did like Steven. I was having a hard time going more than a few hours away from the basement. Even when Fez and Eric were around and we were sitting across the room from each other, supposedly ignoring each other, it was easy to tell that neither of us was thinking of anything but the moment the others left and we sprung together on the couch again.
This was the point when I decided we had to start talking, and not just making out. The base of every good relationship is communication. It said so in Cosmo, so of course it was true, and I wanted a good relationship with Steven. I hoped that with very little convincing, he would want one too.
Slowly, I started trying to blend conversation into our daily routine. Sometimes I would just stop in the middle of making out and say something like, "What do you think of my outfit?" or, "This humidity is killing my hair." None of it was successful. He'd always just roll his eyes and tell me very bluntly to shut up and the making out would continue. I, not wanting to cause problems, would shut up. Ok, so I wasn't trying very hard at all. It was just, I was a little afraid that if I actually did get Steven to talk, he would say something I didn't want to hear, like that he really didn't want anything but a fling.
It might hurt more to just keep going like this though, and then find out when summer ended that he didn't want me at all anymore. So I decided to be more direct about things.
One morning, I came over and sat down on the couch as usual. He, of course, moved toward me, but for once, I didn't come toward him. "Steven, wait a minute," I started, "I need to talk to you about something." He looked confused, and a bit worried. "Um, ok. What is it? Need help deciding on what conditioner to use? 'Cause if it's anything like that, you can just stop right now and we can continue with what we should be doing." "No, Steven. It's about.... Well, these past few weeks -" "Jackie, don't talk. It ruins the mood," he said, looking a little panicked, and quickly made it impossible for me to say anything else.
Later on that day, Eric, Fez, Steven, and I sat in the basement. We were all watching TV a little boredly, all thinking of different things. Eric was of course still drowning in sorrow over Donna, Steven was most likely thinking of how he was going to jump on me as soon as they left, Fez was probably thinking of candy, though I'm not sure, and I was thinking of Steven. He was too damn good at bottling up his feelings, and he was doing it with his feelings for me, which I was sure he had. Otherwise, why would he have spent all summer kissing me when he could've easily just gone down to The Hub and picked up the first slutty girl that walked in? Steven was always bottling up feelings. Like all the anger he must have toward his mom and his dad. They'd both abandoned him at least twice. It was just wrong. I felt so bad for him. It would be part of my quest, I decided, to heal all his wounds from the past. It would be so romantic. Just like a book or a movie. Now, all I had to do was make him my boyfriend so that the healing process could begin.
A/N: Jackie of got away from me here, and she's all off on this healing thing. I honestly don't know where it came from, it wasn't in the original plan at all, but I'm going with it because I feel bad for having left this story alone for a while but I've had a bit of a block on it. It will hopefully be finished in the near future. After it's done, I'm considering doing the same time period from Hyde's point of view, if anyone thinks it would be interesting. Please review!