Regrets
Author: Ally (Hafthand@aol.com)
Summary: See Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Again, not mine
Comments: Okay part five. Hmm, I like it. Tension, gotta love tension! Let me know if you like it!!
Special Thanx: I would like to thank Raven and kenzimone foe sending me such great reviews and offering great support!!
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Chapter 5: Okay, What Just Happened?"
"He was a boy
She was a girl
Can I make it any more obvious
He was a punk
She did ballet
What more can I say
He wanted her
She'd never tell
Secretly she wanted him as well"
-Avril Lavine
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The water is warm, but I still feel cold. Thoughts of Steven are all that have seemed to occupy my head lately. The fact that Michael broke up with me less then 24 hours ago doesn't even seem to bother me. All I keep thinking is what I should wear today that would so make that boy's head turn. Ha, oh well I better get out of the shower before I make us late for school. As I step out of the shower, I realize I have left my change of clothes I picked from Laurie's leftovers, down in Hyde's room.
So, wrapping the towel tightly around my body, I creep through the hall and down the stairs. I didn't really expect any one to be here when I began my half-naked adventure through the Foreman's. Red had gone to work, Mrs. Foreman, Ford, and Eric had already left, and that only left Hyde; who was most likely fiddling with his car. So when I saw Fez sitting in the living room watching TV, I couldn't stop the yell that broke from my lungs.
He turns around and I watch as his eyes grow big at the sight of me wet and wrapped only in a white towel, which at this moment seems extremely tiny. "Sweet Jesus and Mary. Thank you God for listening," he says.
"Fez! Turn around, now!" I yell.
"Alright Jackie, but if you feel the need to say, I don't know, maybe drop your towel and show Fez what a god he is, I will completely understand." And with that remark, which leaves me speechless, Fez turns back to the TV.
I want to ask what he is doing here alone, watching TV, at 7:30 in the morning, but I decide to wait until I am more clothed. So I continue my trek to the journey, only a tad faster this time. The basement is thankfully void of any people and I walk quickly to Hyde's room. I open the door and turn to close it behind me. As I turn back towards the room I freeze.
Hyde is caught between a crouch and standing up. He is shirtless and the shirt he was holding in his hands drops silently to the floor. I watch as his eyes travel slowly up my body, lingering here and there, until finally reaching my eyes, which by the way are wide with shock.
"Uh" is all I can get out. My eyes wander to his chest and I lose my breath. He is beautiful. However, my time to praise his body passes as he finishes standing up.
He shifts uncomfortably before saying, "Uh- can I help you?" Just about now I realize two things. One, this is Hyde's room, and Hyde's door had been closed. Assuming him to be outside, I had failed to knock. He must think I knew he was in here!
The second thing I realize is just how small Hyde's room really is. Hyde is standing less then two steps away from me. Two very tiny steps.
I shake myself out of my silent reflection and manage to answer his almost forgotten question. I manage this with only a few stammers thank you very much. "I thought you were, um, were outside and uh- I - uh - needed my clothes!" I look towards the bed and then on the floor beside the bed and spot my clothes. Hyde follows my gaze and nods.
"Yeah, clothes, uh, clothes would help," he says while fiddling with his belt.
I take a step forward towards my cloths, which inadvertently brings me a step closer to Hyde. His head whips around and his eyes grab mine. The air seems to crackle and all thoughts of why I am here seem to vanish. Time passes and neither of us speak. I dare not break this moment, whatever it is.
"Suddenly his hand comes up and brushes a wet strand of hair, that I had not even noticed was there, out of my face; his fingers grazing slowly across my cheek. I shiver at his touch and I find I have stopped breathing. His hand pushes the strand behind my ear and I find myself growing dizzy as his hand then cups my cheek, his thumb drawing lazy circles.
His eyes are sparkling and I notice he too, is a bit breathless. I try not to switch over into analyze mode, I am enjoying this moment too much to care how wrong this possible is. The fact that he is all wrong for me doesn't matter; all I want to concentrate on is his touch. The touch I have been longing to feel for weeks. The touch that doesn't involve the fighting we usually do.
His eyes squint slightly, as if he is trying to read what I am thinking. He too must be going through the same thought process. He too must realize that he is now touching me with no point to prove. He is touching me because he wants to. I only hope he doesn't stop to actually think about what is happening. Because I am pretty sure that if he actually thought about it, the touches would cease.
But my thoughts and doubts are shattered as he takes a half step towards me almost completely eliminating any space between us. I can only stand frozen as his other hand makes contact with my own. He drags his fingers slowly up my arm till they reach my shoulder.
I can't restrain myself any longer and I watch as my hand reaches up to rest on his chest right where his heart is. I can feel it beating wildly and I cannot help the smile that comes to my lips. He smiles slightly also as the hand on my shoulder starts to slide across my collarbone until it rests above my own heart, and the top of my towel.
His touch sends shivers down my spine and my fingers slide down his chest to softly scrape across his rock-hard abs. A slight moan escapes his lips and I can tell he can't take much more. "Steven," I whisper. His finger comes up to silence me as he takes a step forward and pushes me back and to the left. He continues walking me backwards until my legs meet the edge of his bed and my knees bend as he pushes me gently down.
I lay back and he climbs above me, his body hovering over mine. He continues sliding my body back until my head reaches a pillow. He then lowers his body to mine and I sink slightly into the bed under his weight. His hand travels slowly from my knee and up my thigh until it reaches the edge of my towel.
His fingers play with the edge as his eyes drift down hungrily to my lips. His tongue darts out to wet his own lips and I reach a hand up to wrap in his soft hair. He lets out an unsteady breath and as it washes over me I can't help but moan slightly at its warmth. His eyes lock back onto mine and he slowly lowers his head. I raise my own and meet his waiting lips halfway.
I close my eyes as our lips meet. Suddenly there is a knock on the door. Both our eyes fly open and he quickly pushes himself off of me.
"Jackie, you in there? I saw you come down here. Are you clothed? Let's find Hyde so we can go to school! I am getting bored with cartoons!" Fez whines at the door. Hyde, who is now standing behind the door, frantically motions that I should answer Fez.
"Uh, yeah, Fez, I'm in here. I'm almost ready. I'll be out in a minute. Go and see if Hyde is outside okay?" I say hurriedly. Hyde gives me a thumbs up.
"Okay. I will be back in a minute. Unless you need help!!!"
"Fez!" I shout. I can hear him laugh and I see Steven trying not to laugh. I shoot him an evil look, which of course makes him smile harder.
"Okay, okay Jackie," Fez says. Hyde and I both listen as we hear the basement door close.
There is an awkward silence as we both look anywhere but at each other, until Hyde reaches to the floor and grabs his shirt. "I'll, uh, go wait on the sofa while you change," he says while putting his shirt on. I tighten the towel around me.
"Okay. You better hurry before Fez gets back," I answer. I am pretty sure that the analyzing I was talking about earlier has kicked in as I watch him turn to the door and open it. Suddenly he stops and turns to look at me, his eyes gazing deeply into mine as though he is searching for an explanation for these few, shared moments. Then he does something I would never have expected. He smiles. Not just any smile, no he actually, genuinely smiles at me. One of those rare smiles we hardly ever see on Hyde. He winks at me and then walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.
I let out a long breath and flop back onto the bed. "Okay, what just happened?" I ask the room as a smile of my own spreads across my face. I'll analyze it later I decide.
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Well folks, happy, sad, disappointed? Let me know. I am working on part six as we speak so hopefully that will be up soon. Also, I realize the Ford has not played that big of a role yet. I am still trying to work that in so hopefully we'll get to see Hyde all jealous and macho in the future! Bye for now!
Love, Ally
Author: Ally (Hafthand@aol.com)
Summary: See Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Again, not mine
Comments: Okay part five. Hmm, I like it. Tension, gotta love tension! Let me know if you like it!!
Special Thanx: I would like to thank Raven and kenzimone foe sending me such great reviews and offering great support!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 5: Okay, What Just Happened?"
"He was a boy
She was a girl
Can I make it any more obvious
He was a punk
She did ballet
What more can I say
He wanted her
She'd never tell
Secretly she wanted him as well"
-Avril Lavine
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The water is warm, but I still feel cold. Thoughts of Steven are all that have seemed to occupy my head lately. The fact that Michael broke up with me less then 24 hours ago doesn't even seem to bother me. All I keep thinking is what I should wear today that would so make that boy's head turn. Ha, oh well I better get out of the shower before I make us late for school. As I step out of the shower, I realize I have left my change of clothes I picked from Laurie's leftovers, down in Hyde's room.
So, wrapping the towel tightly around my body, I creep through the hall and down the stairs. I didn't really expect any one to be here when I began my half-naked adventure through the Foreman's. Red had gone to work, Mrs. Foreman, Ford, and Eric had already left, and that only left Hyde; who was most likely fiddling with his car. So when I saw Fez sitting in the living room watching TV, I couldn't stop the yell that broke from my lungs.
He turns around and I watch as his eyes grow big at the sight of me wet and wrapped only in a white towel, which at this moment seems extremely tiny. "Sweet Jesus and Mary. Thank you God for listening," he says.
"Fez! Turn around, now!" I yell.
"Alright Jackie, but if you feel the need to say, I don't know, maybe drop your towel and show Fez what a god he is, I will completely understand." And with that remark, which leaves me speechless, Fez turns back to the TV.
I want to ask what he is doing here alone, watching TV, at 7:30 in the morning, but I decide to wait until I am more clothed. So I continue my trek to the journey, only a tad faster this time. The basement is thankfully void of any people and I walk quickly to Hyde's room. I open the door and turn to close it behind me. As I turn back towards the room I freeze.
Hyde is caught between a crouch and standing up. He is shirtless and the shirt he was holding in his hands drops silently to the floor. I watch as his eyes travel slowly up my body, lingering here and there, until finally reaching my eyes, which by the way are wide with shock.
"Uh" is all I can get out. My eyes wander to his chest and I lose my breath. He is beautiful. However, my time to praise his body passes as he finishes standing up.
He shifts uncomfortably before saying, "Uh- can I help you?" Just about now I realize two things. One, this is Hyde's room, and Hyde's door had been closed. Assuming him to be outside, I had failed to knock. He must think I knew he was in here!
The second thing I realize is just how small Hyde's room really is. Hyde is standing less then two steps away from me. Two very tiny steps.
I shake myself out of my silent reflection and manage to answer his almost forgotten question. I manage this with only a few stammers thank you very much. "I thought you were, um, were outside and uh- I - uh - needed my clothes!" I look towards the bed and then on the floor beside the bed and spot my clothes. Hyde follows my gaze and nods.
"Yeah, clothes, uh, clothes would help," he says while fiddling with his belt.
I take a step forward towards my cloths, which inadvertently brings me a step closer to Hyde. His head whips around and his eyes grab mine. The air seems to crackle and all thoughts of why I am here seem to vanish. Time passes and neither of us speak. I dare not break this moment, whatever it is.
"Suddenly his hand comes up and brushes a wet strand of hair, that I had not even noticed was there, out of my face; his fingers grazing slowly across my cheek. I shiver at his touch and I find I have stopped breathing. His hand pushes the strand behind my ear and I find myself growing dizzy as his hand then cups my cheek, his thumb drawing lazy circles.
His eyes are sparkling and I notice he too, is a bit breathless. I try not to switch over into analyze mode, I am enjoying this moment too much to care how wrong this possible is. The fact that he is all wrong for me doesn't matter; all I want to concentrate on is his touch. The touch I have been longing to feel for weeks. The touch that doesn't involve the fighting we usually do.
His eyes squint slightly, as if he is trying to read what I am thinking. He too must be going through the same thought process. He too must realize that he is now touching me with no point to prove. He is touching me because he wants to. I only hope he doesn't stop to actually think about what is happening. Because I am pretty sure that if he actually thought about it, the touches would cease.
But my thoughts and doubts are shattered as he takes a half step towards me almost completely eliminating any space between us. I can only stand frozen as his other hand makes contact with my own. He drags his fingers slowly up my arm till they reach my shoulder.
I can't restrain myself any longer and I watch as my hand reaches up to rest on his chest right where his heart is. I can feel it beating wildly and I cannot help the smile that comes to my lips. He smiles slightly also as the hand on my shoulder starts to slide across my collarbone until it rests above my own heart, and the top of my towel.
His touch sends shivers down my spine and my fingers slide down his chest to softly scrape across his rock-hard abs. A slight moan escapes his lips and I can tell he can't take much more. "Steven," I whisper. His finger comes up to silence me as he takes a step forward and pushes me back and to the left. He continues walking me backwards until my legs meet the edge of his bed and my knees bend as he pushes me gently down.
I lay back and he climbs above me, his body hovering over mine. He continues sliding my body back until my head reaches a pillow. He then lowers his body to mine and I sink slightly into the bed under his weight. His hand travels slowly from my knee and up my thigh until it reaches the edge of my towel.
His fingers play with the edge as his eyes drift down hungrily to my lips. His tongue darts out to wet his own lips and I reach a hand up to wrap in his soft hair. He lets out an unsteady breath and as it washes over me I can't help but moan slightly at its warmth. His eyes lock back onto mine and he slowly lowers his head. I raise my own and meet his waiting lips halfway.
I close my eyes as our lips meet. Suddenly there is a knock on the door. Both our eyes fly open and he quickly pushes himself off of me.
"Jackie, you in there? I saw you come down here. Are you clothed? Let's find Hyde so we can go to school! I am getting bored with cartoons!" Fez whines at the door. Hyde, who is now standing behind the door, frantically motions that I should answer Fez.
"Uh, yeah, Fez, I'm in here. I'm almost ready. I'll be out in a minute. Go and see if Hyde is outside okay?" I say hurriedly. Hyde gives me a thumbs up.
"Okay. I will be back in a minute. Unless you need help!!!"
"Fez!" I shout. I can hear him laugh and I see Steven trying not to laugh. I shoot him an evil look, which of course makes him smile harder.
"Okay, okay Jackie," Fez says. Hyde and I both listen as we hear the basement door close.
There is an awkward silence as we both look anywhere but at each other, until Hyde reaches to the floor and grabs his shirt. "I'll, uh, go wait on the sofa while you change," he says while putting his shirt on. I tighten the towel around me.
"Okay. You better hurry before Fez gets back," I answer. I am pretty sure that the analyzing I was talking about earlier has kicked in as I watch him turn to the door and open it. Suddenly he stops and turns to look at me, his eyes gazing deeply into mine as though he is searching for an explanation for these few, shared moments. Then he does something I would never have expected. He smiles. Not just any smile, no he actually, genuinely smiles at me. One of those rare smiles we hardly ever see on Hyde. He winks at me and then walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.
I let out a long breath and flop back onto the bed. "Okay, what just happened?" I ask the room as a smile of my own spreads across my face. I'll analyze it later I decide.
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Well folks, happy, sad, disappointed? Let me know. I am working on part six as we speak so hopefully that will be up soon. Also, I realize the Ford has not played that big of a role yet. I am still trying to work that in so hopefully we'll get to see Hyde all jealous and macho in the future! Bye for now!
Love, Ally