Items: microphone, bed sheets, piece of mail
Those are the items I must have in this next chapter. I must commend Debby on her marvelous chapter (whistles and claps) anywho, now it is time for my attempt at a chapter. Close your eyes folks, it'll be messy. Oh, btw, I threw in a shout out to the Rocky Horror Picture Show, look very closely and you might find it!
"Why?" Hyde asked, as he turned back to a puzzled looking Jackie.
"Do you know where my room is?"
"No. Why would I?"
Jackie stood motionless for a moment trying to remember where her bedroom could be in this confusing, and rather large home.
"Ask the butler, or something."
He started to walk away again.
"Wait!"
"What?!" He sounded like he was getting rather testy.
"I'm sorry my parents talked to you like that. I wish I had a nicer set of parents to show off to the guy who helped me get back to them, but I don't. Thanks for bringing me home, you really didn't have to." Before he could say a word in reply, she through her arms around his waist and tightly embraced him. This act of familiarity threw him for a loop, and he froze up a little before patting her on the back awkwardly with his right hand.
"Okay now, that's enough."
She pulled away from the embrace, and gave him a weak smile.
"Okay, you can go now. One more thing though, what do I do for fun?" "You hang out in Foreman's basement like the rest of us."
"The rest of us?"
Hyde took a final look around the main hall of Jackie's spacious, but cold looking home.
"Do you really want to stay here tonight?"
Jackie sighed deeply, and looked over her shoulder to see if anyone was listening in.
"No."
"Come on then, you're crashing at Foreman's tonight."
"What about my parents?"
"Well, they can't come along."
"What about seeing a doctor?"
"Like they said, you can do that tomorrow...unless you're sure you need to see one tonight."
"Unnecessary, I mean, we both know what I have."
Hyde chuckled a bit at that.
"I suppose I should leave a note though." Jackie spotted a small stack of bills, and a pen lying on the coffee stand near the leather armchair she had been sitting at. She picked up a piece of mail, and scrawled a message on the envelope.
"Okay, now let's go."
Eric Foreman woke up like it was any other morning. He brushed his teeth, showered, and picked out one of his predictably bland outfits, and made his way downstairs, to watch some T.V.
In order for him to be able to actually watch T.V. his couch would have to be not laid on by any specific slumbering uninvited guest. Especially if this uninvited guest was a petite brown haired beauty that he couldn't really rightfully stand. Especially if she was using his HR Puffenstuff bed sheets as cover. Especially if her name happened to be Jackie.
"Hey! What are you doing on my couch, with my bedsheets? Eric asked in an unnecessarily loud voice that gave her a start, and woke her up immediately.
"Hey, Foreman! Indoor voice, some of us are trying to sleep!" Hyde called from his corner of the basement.
"And some of us-don't want-her in their basement, sleeping on their couch, using their stuff!"
"I'm sorry, but he said it was okay that I stayed here, so I did. I hope you're not mad, or ready to call the cops, or anything," Jackie apologized, with a touch of fear showing through in her voice.
"You're not Jackie! Hyde, who is this girl?" Hyde finally appeared, looking disheveled, and grumpy. He was not a morning person.
"Chill out, man. That is Jackie, and I told her she could stay here last night-"
"But WHY?"
"So this is Foreman," Jackie muttered. Eric gave her an abashed look.
"What do you mean? Of course I'm Foreman! You've known that since we were kids!"
"Have I?"
Eric choked a bit on her last comment.
"What's wrong with her?"
"Well, it's sort of a long story, and it's early and I don't want to tell it, so I'll just say she has amnesia."
"Oh. So, you have no clue who I am?" "None."
"So, if I said we used to go out and have non-stop sex all the time, you'd keep that in the back of your mind and try to remember, even if it was total bull?"
"Is it total bull?"
"Well, let me think...N-"
"Yes," Hyde interrupted.
Jackie found herself under the scrutiny of a group of people who claimed to be her friends, a few hours later. They didn't say much, just stared and occasionally looked at the bump on the back of her head.
"Stop it, this is creeping me out!" She blurted all of a sudden.
"So, you don't remember dating me, or when we went out to karaoke and you hit me on the head with the microphone because I was off on my part for 'Knock Three Times'?" Kelso asked, in between kisses with a busty blonde.
"No. I think amnesia means no memory at all, including the ones that a person would want to forget in the first place," Hyde shot at Kelso.
"Oh...Hey!"
"I can safely say, I have no clue who any of you are, none of this rings any bells for me. It's frustrating not to know who you are," Jackie explained, with angry tears in her eyes.
"We'll help you remember, don't worry," Hyde assured her in an uncharacteristically gentle voice.
Jackie wasn't so sure about that.
End of Chapter
Next items: Exit signs, Popsicle sticks, and a distant memory
Those are the items I must have in this next chapter. I must commend Debby on her marvelous chapter (whistles and claps) anywho, now it is time for my attempt at a chapter. Close your eyes folks, it'll be messy. Oh, btw, I threw in a shout out to the Rocky Horror Picture Show, look very closely and you might find it!
"Why?" Hyde asked, as he turned back to a puzzled looking Jackie.
"Do you know where my room is?"
"No. Why would I?"
Jackie stood motionless for a moment trying to remember where her bedroom could be in this confusing, and rather large home.
"Ask the butler, or something."
He started to walk away again.
"Wait!"
"What?!" He sounded like he was getting rather testy.
"I'm sorry my parents talked to you like that. I wish I had a nicer set of parents to show off to the guy who helped me get back to them, but I don't. Thanks for bringing me home, you really didn't have to." Before he could say a word in reply, she through her arms around his waist and tightly embraced him. This act of familiarity threw him for a loop, and he froze up a little before patting her on the back awkwardly with his right hand.
"Okay now, that's enough."
She pulled away from the embrace, and gave him a weak smile.
"Okay, you can go now. One more thing though, what do I do for fun?" "You hang out in Foreman's basement like the rest of us."
"The rest of us?"
Hyde took a final look around the main hall of Jackie's spacious, but cold looking home.
"Do you really want to stay here tonight?"
Jackie sighed deeply, and looked over her shoulder to see if anyone was listening in.
"No."
"Come on then, you're crashing at Foreman's tonight."
"What about my parents?"
"Well, they can't come along."
"What about seeing a doctor?"
"Like they said, you can do that tomorrow...unless you're sure you need to see one tonight."
"Unnecessary, I mean, we both know what I have."
Hyde chuckled a bit at that.
"I suppose I should leave a note though." Jackie spotted a small stack of bills, and a pen lying on the coffee stand near the leather armchair she had been sitting at. She picked up a piece of mail, and scrawled a message on the envelope.
"Okay, now let's go."
Eric Foreman woke up like it was any other morning. He brushed his teeth, showered, and picked out one of his predictably bland outfits, and made his way downstairs, to watch some T.V.
In order for him to be able to actually watch T.V. his couch would have to be not laid on by any specific slumbering uninvited guest. Especially if this uninvited guest was a petite brown haired beauty that he couldn't really rightfully stand. Especially if she was using his HR Puffenstuff bed sheets as cover. Especially if her name happened to be Jackie.
"Hey! What are you doing on my couch, with my bedsheets? Eric asked in an unnecessarily loud voice that gave her a start, and woke her up immediately.
"Hey, Foreman! Indoor voice, some of us are trying to sleep!" Hyde called from his corner of the basement.
"And some of us-don't want-her in their basement, sleeping on their couch, using their stuff!"
"I'm sorry, but he said it was okay that I stayed here, so I did. I hope you're not mad, or ready to call the cops, or anything," Jackie apologized, with a touch of fear showing through in her voice.
"You're not Jackie! Hyde, who is this girl?" Hyde finally appeared, looking disheveled, and grumpy. He was not a morning person.
"Chill out, man. That is Jackie, and I told her she could stay here last night-"
"But WHY?"
"So this is Foreman," Jackie muttered. Eric gave her an abashed look.
"What do you mean? Of course I'm Foreman! You've known that since we were kids!"
"Have I?"
Eric choked a bit on her last comment.
"What's wrong with her?"
"Well, it's sort of a long story, and it's early and I don't want to tell it, so I'll just say she has amnesia."
"Oh. So, you have no clue who I am?" "None."
"So, if I said we used to go out and have non-stop sex all the time, you'd keep that in the back of your mind and try to remember, even if it was total bull?"
"Is it total bull?"
"Well, let me think...N-"
"Yes," Hyde interrupted.
Jackie found herself under the scrutiny of a group of people who claimed to be her friends, a few hours later. They didn't say much, just stared and occasionally looked at the bump on the back of her head.
"Stop it, this is creeping me out!" She blurted all of a sudden.
"So, you don't remember dating me, or when we went out to karaoke and you hit me on the head with the microphone because I was off on my part for 'Knock Three Times'?" Kelso asked, in between kisses with a busty blonde.
"No. I think amnesia means no memory at all, including the ones that a person would want to forget in the first place," Hyde shot at Kelso.
"Oh...Hey!"
"I can safely say, I have no clue who any of you are, none of this rings any bells for me. It's frustrating not to know who you are," Jackie explained, with angry tears in her eyes.
"We'll help you remember, don't worry," Hyde assured her in an uncharacteristically gentle voice.
Jackie wasn't so sure about that.
End of Chapter
Next items: Exit signs, Popsicle sticks, and a distant memory