A/N: Thanks for all the reviews.
Disclaimer: The following opinions expressed are solely those of Jackie Burkhardt, whom I do not own. I also don't own her boyfriend or any of her boyfriend's friends.
Jackie Burkhardt's Diary
"Getting to Know Them"
Friday March 5
Dear Diary:
Michael has finally taken me somewhere nice (a restaurant with tablecloths!). I brought my checkbook just in case he wasn't able to pay. Michael's one of like a million kids and his parents don't have much money (but in a certain light he looks just like Shaun Cassidy so he makes up for it). I was worried for nothing. At the end of the night, Michael told me to wait in the car while he took care of the bill. I should buy him something nice to thank him.
Saturday March 6
Dear Diary:
We just wasted another Saturday in Eric's basement. Most of the day was devoted to either a belching contest or making disgusting noises with various body parts.
Steven hasn't approved any in manners ("Don't you have an emergency pep-rally you could be at?"). Most normal people would be happy someone as popular and attractive as myself was spending time with them. I certainly pretty the place up.
Eric and Donna, who it turns out aren't a couple, spent the afternoon pretending not to like each other, although it's so obvious that they do. Every once and a while, for no apparent reason, Donna would hit Eric. She is such a goon.
The foreign kid, who I was trying to ignore, told me I "have a very nice ass". I know I have a nice ass. I don't need foreigners pointing it out!
Sunday March 7
Dear Diary:
Michael wanted to go back to Eric's today. When I tried to talk him out of it, he didn't seem to get the hint, so I had to blurt it out" Michael, I don't like your friends". He wanted to know why, so I explained. "Rude", "poor", "unpopular" "dresses like a trucker" and "foreign" were just some of the adjectives I used. Michael thinks I'd like them if I just go to know them. I don't want to know them. I don't see what the big deal is; they obviously don't like me either.
Wednesday March 10
I hate Steven Hyde. I really, really, hate him. Today I was sitting at the Hub with some friends when Steven came in. He didn't see me. Timmy asked him about me and Michael and Steven said he didn't know what Michael saw in me. Timmy, to his credit, said that I was "totally hot". To which Steven replied, "Maybe if you're hard up." He said I was a loud, mean, bossy midget and he hopes Michael breaks up with me soon so "things could get back to normal".
I hate him.
Thursday March 18
Dear Diary:
Today I asked Michael about the foreign kid. His name is Fez and he's an exchange student. I wonder what we exchanged for him. I hope it wasn't anything good.
Saturday March 20
Dear Diary:
Just got back from the Todd Rundgreen concert. It was an interesting night. At first, Michael wasn't going to take me 'cause of how I don't like his friends (which he shouldn't have told them, it was a private conversation). But he changed his mind. Eric drove us in a crappy car his dad just gave him. Of course, it broke down. It needed a new battery and none of us had any money. I offered to call my dad, but they all seemed to think it would get back to Eric's dad. Like, if my parents went to a party at Eric's parents the subject was bound to come up. I don't really think my parents would go to the Foreman's party, but whatever.
Anyway, while I was in the bathroom, they paid for the battery using my ticket. Michael agreed to give up his ticket too. Isn't that sweet? While everyone else was at the concert, Michael and I were making out in the backseat, but something seemed off. Michael seemed distracted. Then it hit me. He'd rather be inside with his friends than outside with me. Michael wasn't having any fun. I offered to break up with him, but he said he was having fun. He doesn't need friends, concerts, music. He only needs me.
I think I'm in love.
Tuesday March 23
Dear Diary:
We were, once again, hanging out at Eric's. At least this time we were in the driveway instead of the basement. The guys were playing basketball and generally behaving like idiots so I decided to try to have a conversation with Donna. I asked what she was going to get Eric for his birthday since presents are crucial in the beginning stages of any relationship. She said she wanted to get him something special and she blushed slightly when she said it. It was a telltale sign. She'd been kissed. The gift became even more important. I came up with the brilliant idea of a scented candle, both practical and romantic. Only now that I think about it a scent candle seems too small. It needs to be something larger … like … a sand candle! I'm a genius. I have to call Donna.
Sunday March 28
Dear Diary:
My gift was perfect! And it's a good thing I was there to keep Donna from ruining the whole thing. She wanted to give Eric the candle in front of his guy friends! That girl needs someone to teach her how to behave around guys. Or just how to behave like a girl. I guess I'm here to show her the way. It's like fate!
First of all, we're going to have to start with her wardrobe.
