I didn't want to make this a multi chapter story, but I have received many requests so I will do a follow up that explains Jackie's POV.

Chapter 2

Wicked Bitch of the Mid-West

Dear Diary,

Christmas 1979

I am writing this from home (my real home) sitting on the bay window seat in the living room. It is snowing. My Dad got released from prison last month; I can't say that I am happy to see him. I think he was always more interested in making money and resented me for being a girl. Michael is supposed to come over so we can open our presents. He wanted me to come over for the Forman's Christmas Eve party. Yes, he's still a doofus…and I am in love with a doofus. I couldn't bear to face Eric. I heard he's okay. He's not pining for me like he did for Donna. I can't blame him. I know he wanted it to work with me. I'm Jackie Burkhart after all. Eric was unlike any boyfriend I ever had. For those six months, he never cheated. I'm not like Donna I don't care if he looks at Playboy, all boys do. He was just so nice and sweet. Not rebounding from his failed relationship with Donna. He never engaged in little "cute putdowns" like Steven. Whom I do love, but not in that way. Yet, Eric was different. He grew from his relationship with Donna and the most tragic thing of all is that she didn't let him show it, but she was always there to complain and make him feel terrible. I know ending it with Eric broke his heart and I'm very sorry because, diary, I do love him, just not in that way.

God, I sound like a broken record.

There's something about first loves. Michael knows everything about me from my favorite colors to my ancestors. It's a deep love that we have with one another it just took him awhile to grow up a little and realize it. Yet, I know Eric saw the chance. The chance to be over Donna and be happy with me. Those few times in bed will probably be the best he's ever going to have, but when I got the call from Michael, I knew whom my heart belonged with. When I went Christmas shopping to buy Michael's present I saw a Star Wars pen and pencil set I can't say that I wasn't tempted to buy it for Eric send it as an unmarked package, but he would know. No one buys him Star Wars stuff. I know in time that Eric will be all right after all only Fez can wait for me, right? He's got school; he's out from Donna's thumb, (and Mr. Forman's—although I wish he were my Dad, he's rough on Eric, when he doesn't have to be), he's in school, he'll meet someone else, fall in love, get married, and all the rest that goes with. Once I told him I felt like the "slut of Point Place…I slept with all of you guys! Except for Fez."

He reassured me that I wasn't. "Laurie's the slut not you."

Donna was right he is a different person in the sheets. I can't tell anyone that. I'm most proud of Michael for not wanting to wring Eric's neck because we were broken up when we got together and I didn't want them to not be friends. Michael and Steven aren't as close as they used to be. But I know Steven probably has to get some caustic remarks in and not let it drop and of course Michael has to be like "Jackie…I got her backie."—So, I stay away from the basement, but not because of Steven but because of Eric. Even though he's rarely there anymore because of school. I don't want him hearing I hang out there and think that we have a chance. We don't. I'm the Wicked Bitch of the Mid-West.

My Dad is calling for me and I have to go.

Where is Michael? He should be here by now. You'd think he'd pick up a phone and call so I wouldn't worry.

Eric would have been here.