"I'm sorry."
"I don't care."
"I'm not lying!"
"Neither am I!"
"Why are you being such a bitch?"
"I don't know. Having a boyfriend sleep with some whore… makes a girl a bit mad!"
"I said I was sorry! Why are you throwing this away?"
"I didn't throw it away! You did! When you went behind my back and slept with some slut, you threw it away!"
"But I'm sorry. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
"Yes. Yes it means something. But not enough."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm leaving!"
"Where the hell would you go?"
"I don't know, a place where you're not welcomed!"
"And where would that be?"
"Why would I tell you that? Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Well, for not seeing how sorry I am, and how much I hate myself for causing you pain. I think you're a little stupid!"
"I can't believe you said that!"
"I can't believe you won't give me a second chance."
"Bastard!"
"Please! Just… one more chance…"
"No… I can't… I can't stay with you; I have to stop loving you."
"I could never stop loving you."
"I need to have self control. I told myself I would never let someone hurt me like you hurt me."
"But I'm sorry!"
"Are you watching that stupid movie again?"
"It's not stupid!" Jackie said turning on the mute button and looking over to her boyfriend of five years. "It's a very good, truthful, movie."
Hyde groaned and went over to the kitchen in their one bedroom apartment.
"It mirrors our live!" Jackie said turning back to the TV and un-muting the movie
Hyde shook his head and began making coffee. How he hated that movie. He turned the coffee maker on and was about to make his way to the fridge when the phone rang.
"Hello?" Hyde answered after the second ring.
"Hey sweetie!" A perky voice said.
"Hi Mrs. Foreman." Hyde smiled, and replied politely.
"How's my favorite engaged couple?" Replied the perky voice of the ever-same Kitty Foreman.
"Good. Jackie is really looking forward to making up the wedding plans." Hyde said leaning against the wall.
"Well I'm excited about helping!" Kitty laughed her familiar laugh. "Donna is excited too. She hasn't seen you guys in about two years!"
"Yeah, I can't wait to see Foreman." Hyde chuckled a bit.
"I just wanted to make sure every thing was ok… hold on…" Hyde heard the familiar tone of Red Foreman in the background. He then heard Kitty say something in her scary tone. And Hyde instantly stopped hearing Red. "Ok, back. Well I can't wait to see you next weekend. Give Jackie my love!"
"Will do. Bye Mrs. Foreman." Hyde smiled and placed down the phone. "Kitty says hi, and she can't wait till next weekend!" Hyde yelled into the living room.
"Ok!" He heard his fiancé say as her eyes stayed glued to the television.
"It's just a stupid movie…" Hyde mumbled as he poured his coffee.
"It's not a stupid movie!" Hyde looked towards the living room. He swore Jackie had some kind of super hearing that she avoided to tell him about.
*
Eric sat at the small kitchen table reading the sports page. Donna walked into the kitchen, her red hair swept into a twist.
"Eric, where are all the ding dongs?" Donna said holding the box mark with a picture of the junk food, upside down.
"I ate the last one ten minutes ago." Eric said, his eyes still glancing over the sports page.
"I called it last night!" Donna said, angrily throwing the box in the garbage.
Eric looked up at his wife of two years and gave her an ify look. "Does it matter?"
"Yes! Maybe some of us wanted the rich, chocolate, vanilla creamy, ding dong! Maybe some of us want to have some freakin' chocolate at one in the afternoon, on a freakin Sunday!" Donna shouted and then walked out of the kitchen.
"And her womanly friend makes its monthly visit." Eric mumbled as he put the paper down and followed his wife to the bedroom. "Sweetie?"
Donna was sprawled on the queen size bed in her sweat pants and tee-shirt. She had taken her hair out and she had the song "Tiny Dancer" by Elton John playing in the back round.
"Flashback." Eric said, walking into the room.
"Shut… up." Donna said to the ceiling.
"Come on… the Breakfast Club is on. You get to see Molly Rangel be a bitch, Red head power!" Eric said excitedly.
"George Michael is gay!" Donna began to cry, rolling unto her stomach. Eric looked at the ceiling and mouthed 'why?'
"Sweetie…"
"Get me my John Cusack movie!" Donna cried. Eric raced out of the bedroom into the living room going through the multiple tapes/ He finally came across Donna's favorite movie, "Better Off Dead…," at least it was her favorite movie for a week each month, ever since it had come out on video. Her other favorite movie during this time was "Sixteen Candles." But they had yet to own that.
Eric came into the bedroom where Donna had changed into her pajamas and was curled in the bed clutching the pound puppy her father had bought her two months ago
"I have John Cusack." Eric came in and put the video into the V.C.R Ever since Donna had turned twenty the first day of her monthly friend, Donna was an over emotional wreck. And Eric couldn't figure it out. She was always so good with the whole "weekly visit." And then, she became crying Donna. Red blamed it on "pre wedding" jitters. But they had been married for two years already.
"Can you get me some ice cream?" Donna said looking at Eric.
"Yeah sure. I'll be back in half an hour." Eric smiled and left the room.
After the front door slammed Donna jumped up and ran into the kitchen. She quickly dialed a number.
"Hello?" asked a groggily voice.
"God Jackie, its two o'clock in New York. Did you just wake up?"
"…No." Jackie answered after a few minutes.
"Liar." Donna laughed.
"Who is it?" Donna heard a groggy Hyde ask.
"Donna." Jackie answered back.
"Oh my god. You two just finished doing it?" Donna said, making a face.
"Shut up you lumber jack." Jackie mumbled out.
"Look, I don't know if I can get Eric down there." Donna said watching the front door of her apartment.
"Why?" Hyde said coming on to the phone.
"He doesn't want to see Red." Donna sighed.
"You know. It's not like Red ruined the *most* important day of his life." Hyde said.
"It was our wedding! It was a thousand dollar ring. My reception was in shambles!" Donna said angrily.
"Well, think about it, there's still your kid being born, moments with your family, your divorce…"
"Thank you Hyde. Put on your little Princess." Donna said cutting him off.
"Lie to him."
"Jackie, I'm not going to lie to him. It's been two years. And I want to help with your wedding!" Donna whined.
"Oh great, at least you won't have your period newt week." "Ewww!" Donna heard Hyde gag in the background.
"One, tell Hyde to hush. And how did you know I had my period?"
"You're whining."
"Ah."
"Look… just tell him… And you know… threaten him. I have to go. I have to get ready for work. Call me later in the week?"
The front door swung open and Eric walked in proudly with two bags.
"Your ice cream and Sixteen Candles my love!" Eric said outstretching his arms.
"I'll call you later mom. Bye." Donna hung up the phone. "My hero!" Donna hugged Eric and took the bag from his hands.
"Your mom called?" Eric said grabbing his newspaper as Donna got a spoon to eat her ice cream.
"Um… no… I called Jackie." Donna said eating her ice cream.
"But you…" Eric said, confused.
"I lied." Donna said enjoying her ice cream. "Hyde proposed to Jackie last month."
"Wow, really? I so have to call him… and make fun of him!" Eric laughed.
"Jackie wants help with wedding plans." Donna continued, seemingly ignoring Eric's last comment.
"Cool. They want us to come up to New York?" Eric asked opening his paper to the sports page again.
"Actually, we're going to Point Place. Cause Kitty wants to help too, and you know with Red's—" Eric cut Donna off, by putting his hand up.
"One, don't say that name to me. He cost me two thousand dollars, at my own wedding! And Two, no!"
"Eric! I want to see Jackie and Hyde! I want to see Kitty and R—Bob." Donna ate another bite of the ice cream. "I bought non-refundable tickets anyway."
"Donna!" Eric said, throwing his news paper down.
"I knew you wouldn't say no!" Donna said, putting her ice cream down.
"I'm not going!" Eric got up and went towards the living room.
"Three hundred dollars!" Donna yelled after him.
"Take the neighbor!" Eric shouted back.
Donna stared at his retreating back. She gave him a dirty look and then looked down at the counter.
"Well at least I can count on one thing." She picked up the ice cream and began eating it. "He's so not getting any tonight… and I'm not just talking about the ice cream."