For the next week, Jackie and Eric spoke every day. And when they weren't talking, they were counting the minutes until they would next be wrapped up in their own little worlds. She didn't mention their conversations to anyone, and Eric didn't say anything when he called his parents for the weekly update. Kitty didn't mention anything either, only a brief reference to Donna, who Eric had spoken to since they broke up months ago.

Jackie hadn't been around the Foreman household much lately, and her friends were starting to notice. Other than Fez, no one had really seen or talked to her since the daily conversations had begun. Hyde and Donna believed that she was just trying to avoid the whole marriage thing, but really, she had put the entire fiasco behind him. Finally, after a week without seeing her, Donna decided to drive across town to surprise her best friend with a shopping trip.

"Hold on, Eric, someone's here," she told him, exasperated as she peeled herself off the couch to answer the front door. Tucking the receiver under her chin, she pulled the door open. "Donna."

"Oh, God," Eric breathed into the phone.

"Hey, get off the phone. I'm taking you shopping."

"I don't really feel up to it," she said truthfully. "Besides, this call is very important. I've been waiting for it all day."

Donna looked at her suspiciously. On the other end of the call, Eric remained silent but smiled like a fool at her words. "I haven't seen you all week. What's up? Are you avoiding the basement?"

"No, I've just had a lot going on," Jackie insisted. "We can go next week."

"You're blowing off a chance to go shopping?" she exclaimed. "I'll even try on clothes and let you criticize me. You need to get out of here."

"Get rid of her," Eric grunted. His voice, now suddenly deep, really got her attention.

"Next week, I promise. Now, I really have to get back to my call," she said told her friend, ushering her toward the door. Once the heavy mahogany separated them once again, she collapsed on the couch in a fit of laughter. "My goodness."

"The lumberjack was persistent, eh?" he drawled. Jackie laughed at his reference to her affectionate nickname for Donna. "You could have gone, you know."

"I didn't want to go," she declared. "I'd rather be here with you."

"Well, Ms. Burkhart, do you like me?"

"Shut up."

"Do you, do you, do you?"

"Shut up," she repeated.

"I'd rather be with you, too, J."