2.6- You May Be Right

Remember how I found you there
Alone in your electric chair
I told you dirty jokes until you smiled- "You May Be Right"- Billy Joel

Summary: Eric and Hyde walk in on Vista and Jon, leading to miscommunication and disaster all around. Holder is shocked and confused when Emma tells him something in bed.

Disclaimer: I own nothing from That 70s Show nor am I making any money off this story. The songs are also owned by their respective writers, producers, singers, etc. Also, I do not own any other television show, movie, comic, etc mentioned in this chapter.

A/N: All reviews welcomed. In addition, lyrics that best fit the 'mood' of the chapter will be placed at the top. I am also adding 'chapter soundtracks' to each chapter. (some songs may not be from 2004, but might be from 2005.)

February 12th, 2004

Point Place, Wisconsin

5:49 p.m.

Forman Basement

(Secret-Maroon 5)

Jon let the side door close behind him with a soft bang. He had expected to find the whole group down in the basement, trying to get some time to themselves before dinner. He was slightly shocked and very thrilled to find that no one was in the basement but Vista, the current object of his affection.

"Hey." Jon casually told Vista. He noticed she was sitting in his chair, so he took a spot of the sofa, closest to her. "Where is everyone?"

Vista didn't look up at him, she stayed staring down at her hands. "Not here. I think they all had things or something. We can't spend all our time down here, Jon."

"Hey." Awkward and unsure, Jon put a comforting hand on Vista's leg. "What's wrong with you?" He moved his head down, trying to look her in the eyes. Vista finally looked up at him, she looked sad. "Come on. Do I have to tell you dirty stories until you smile or are you just going to tell me already?"

Vista sighed heavily. "I-the dream is dead, Jon." He gave her a 'huh?' look. "Ivy league. I'm not getting into Ivy league!" The teen dramatically exhaled and quickly stood up, causing Jon to awkwardly move back. "Ivy league is no longer in my league. I'm stupid."

Vista walked past Jon and over to the radio. "I should just apply for a job at the Hub and get it over with."

Jon chuckled. "Little early, don't you think? You're fourteen." He gave her a look and joined her by the radio. "And for the record, you're not stupid."

She rolled her eyes as she began digging in her book bag, which was on top of the radio. A moment later, she pulled a paper out and showed it to him. It was a geometry test and at the top, in red was her grade. Suddenly it all made sense, Vista made straight A's. Jon couldn't even remember Vista ever getting anything lower then an A on anything. Well, until now.

Jon took the test from her and looked it over. "Vista, you got a B+." He chuckled again and she shot him daggers with her eyes. "I'm sorry, it's just that this finally proves that you're normal. Come on, it's a B+ in math." He shrugged. "I made a D on my last math test."

Vista looked shocked and for a moment, it seemed that anything she wanted to say was stuck in her throat. So, instead of saying anything, Vista kicked Jon in the leg.

He let out a small cry of pain: "Damn, woman!" Jon hopped backward, until he got to the arm of the sofa. He sat down and looked at the test in his hand. "It's not the end of the world."

She sighed loudly. "Jon, it's the second easiest of the high school math's and I got a B. A B!"

"C D E F." Jon muttered to himself. Vista just gave him a look. "They're just letters, Vista. Don't worry your cute butt off for nothing. You'll get into Ivy league and go into politics and become president." He held out a hand for her.

Vista took Jon's hand and allowed herself to be pulled to him. She stood above him as he sat on the arm of the ratty sofa. "Well, the SATs might save me from a life I don't want. And there's my overall grades to consider. I tend to over react when it comes to grades."

Jon shook his head. "You think?" Hr took a chance at making her get dramatic again: "So, why do you think you got a B?"

"You." Vista answered honestly. "Because of you and your need to make out in closets."

He stared at her for a beat. "I wasn't alone in the making out in the closets. I believe you were there, to." Jon tossed the test to the floor. "And if I recall, you rather enjoyed it."

" 'And if I recall, you rather enjoyed it?'" Vista repeated with a grin. "We have been spending too much time together, you're starting to sound like me."

Jon shrugged. "So?" He pulled her closer to him and looked up at her face and into her eyes. She really was pretty. Totally obsessed with getting perfect grades, but still pretty. He pulled her down on top of him and the two fell onto the sofa. He didn't give her time to react, instead he started kissing her.

"I'm telling you, it's down here." A voice said from the top of the stairs.

"It better be." Another answered, sounding somewhat annoyed.

Neither Jon nor Vista heard, as they were to wrapped up in themselves.

"Hyde-" That sentence was cut off and was replaced with a large gasp, followed by: "Get off my daughter!"

Jon and Vista stopped kissing and both glanced up to see Eric and Hyde standing at the foot of the stairs, just staring at them.

Vista giggled nervously. "Hi, Dad. Mr. Hyde, you look nice today. Have you loss weight?"

Jon glanced at Vista and then at their fathers. "Yeah, Dad, you're looking good." He quickly got Vista off him and the two stood and started fixing their clothes.

"You were on my daughter." Eric said slowly, still clearly in shock.

"Technically, she was on me." Jon clarified. Vista shot him a sideways glance that seemed to say: 'shut up and don't be a smart ass.' Jon ignored the look.

"You and Vista?" Hyde asked with a raised eyebrow. "You two are…dating?"

"No!" Jon said quickly. Vista hit him in the arm. "I mean, well…we…we've been making out."

"You can't make out with my daughter, she's a kid." Eric stated slowly.

"Dad, I'm not a kid. Technically, I'm a teenager, a young adult if you will." Vista told Eric.

Hyde chuckled to himself. "She's got a point, Forman."

There was a long and awkward silence. The two sets of people just stared at one another and moved uncomfortably. It was a shock for Eric to see his youngest daughter making out with Hyde's oldest son. Truth was, he had always kind of feared it would happen. All Hyde could think was that Jackie would be thrilled she was right.

"So…um, you two caught us in the act of making out." Vista said awkwardly. She moved her hands nervously. "I guess we should all go upstairs and talk about this like adults."

February 12th, 2004

Point Place, Wisconsin

6:05 p.m.

Forman Kitchen

Jon and Vista sat next to one another, their seats up against the cabinets. Hyde and Eric stood in front of them. No one had said anything for three minutes. Vista was starting to think they had all forgotten how.

"It's not that you were kissing, it's just there are some things a dad shouldn't see." Eric finally began. "I mean, I know you've kissed boys before. Like, at least two others…but this is Jon Hyde that your kissing."

Jon gave Vista a sideways glance, as if to ask her if she really had kissed a lot of boys. Vista ignored him and stayed staring straight ahead.

"Don't be a girl, Forman." Hyde said with a little sigh. "They're teenagers and in case you haven't noticed, Vista's cute. She'll be kissing a lot of boys in that basement." He paused and gave Eric a look. "So, what's up with you not liking her kissing my kid?"

"No one should be kissing her." Eric stated coolly. "She's a little girl."

"Excuse me, Daddy, but I'm a teenager." Vista spoke up. "I'm fourteen and I don't think of myself as a little girl."

Jon glanced at her and gave her a little smile. "Yeah, I'd have to agree."

"No one asked you." Eric sighed heavily. This was new for him. With Callie, well he had never actually caught Callie making out in the basement. Donna had caught Callie making out in the den once, but Eric hadn't. God, he wished Donna wasn't at work. He just didn't know how to deal with the love life of a teenage girl.

"Hey!" Hyde gave Eric a look. "Don't get angry at the kid. She was on top, you know."

"He could have pulled her down. Vista takes after me, she's unusually weak in her upper body." Eric shot back.

"Oh…" Vista had begun moving down in her chair. "This is just the worst day ever."

Hyde and Eric were still fighting back and forth. Jon glanced over at Vista and slowly moved his hand to her hand. He made a moment and Vista looked down. Jon was trying to get her to let him hold her hand. She allowed it.

"Guys, let's lay it all out on the table." Jon told them coolly. Hyde and Eric stopped fighting and looked at the two teens. "Vista and I are going to be hanging out more from now on. It's no big."

Eric slowly nodded. "So, you two are dating. Ok then," He was cut off by Jon: "Mr. Forman, Vista and I aren't dating." Eric blinked, clearly wondering if he could take Jon out for using his daughter.

"Dad, we don't like labels." Vista clarified. "It takes away a person's individuality. A 'couple' just makes it seem like it's one person and that's just creepy."

Even Hyde looked confused. "So, uh, what would you define yourselves as? Friends with benefits?"

"No!" Jon actually looked disgusted at that thought. "This isn't just about making out, Dad. Vista and I-" he glanced over at her. "well, we haven't really talked about it. I was a little freaked about telling everyone. I knew the reactions would be mixed."

"What?" Eric laughed. "No, I mean just because my little Vista is dating Jon Hyde, who goes through girls like most men go through boxers, that doesn't mean I'm mad. I mean it could be worse, she could be "not dating" Wesley Kelso." He laughed nervously and then gave Vista a look. "You're not-you've never made out with Wesley Kelso, right?"

"Daddy, please!" Vista lowered herself more. "I never, that's gross."

"Alright, I should…Hyde, man, maybe you should take Jon home and tell Jackie what's not going on with the kids. I, I have to call Donna." Eric quickly excused himself to the living room.

Jon looked at Hyde, who shrugged. "Jackie will be happy. She's wanted you two together for years." He made a face. "You've had the sex talk, right? Condoms are your friend and girls should wear skirts for car sex."

Vista started to turn red. "Mr. Hyde….God, this is the worst kitchen talk ever!"

February 12th, 2004

Point Place, Wisconsin

7:03 p.m.

Emma's Bedroom

(Edge of the Ocean-Ivy)

Holder sat up and tossed the condom wrapper in the nearby baby blue trash can. Emma lay next to him, staring up at the ceiling. Holder lay back down and looked over at Emma. They had now had sex fifteen times and Holder was pretty sure they were getting better with each go.

"Hey, Emma, you want to get a burger at the Hub?" Holder asked his girlfriend with a goofy little grin. "Then we can come back here." Emma gave him an icy glare. "What? Look, I told you we have to have sex at your place because your parents are out of town. My parents are home with my brother and sister. We can't get it on while they're in the living room watching tv."

"It's not that." Emma told him softly. "It's just that there's something I think I need to tell you." Holder moved to his side and raised an eyebrow. Emma took a deep breath. "Wesley, I don't think we should have sex anymore."

"What!" Holder squeaked out. Sex was the best part of their relationship at the moment. "Sweet Thang-"

"Let me finish!" Emma ordered. "I don't think we should have sex until our one year anniversary."

Holder was sure his eyes had bugged out. No sex until their one year anniversary? But, they had started dating in the fall. They had only been dating for five months. Could he go seven months without sex after having it fifteen times? "I, uh, why?"

Emma rolled her violet eyes and sighed in annoyance. "Wesley! To prove our love. We had sex so early in the relationship, that not having it for months will prove to us just how much we really are in love."

"Huh?" His brow became knitted in confusion as he tried to figure out what the hell that meant. "Emma," he suddenly became paranoid and lowered his voice. "am I not good? 'Cause I rule at the make out and if I'm bad in bed…."

"No, no, no." Emma quickly reassured her boyfriend. "According to all my friends our sex is really good. No, it's just I think this could bring us closer." She moved over and cuddled up next to him. "This will help us and make us stronger. Now, what are our plans for Valentine's?"

Emma smiled to herself and seemed totally at peace. Holder, on the other hand, couldn't wait to get out of that room.

February 12th, 2004

Point Place, Wisconsin

7:42 p.m.

Grooves (that is the name of Hyde's record store, right?)

(Seventeen-The Sex Pistols)

The thing about knowing people with their own businesses, is that they often made family and friends work for free. Red had his muffler shop, Fez owned his own candy store, Laurie owned her own hair saloon, and Steven Hyde had his own record store. That meant all the teens had to work at all four places whenever extra help was needed.

Currently, Pez and Parker were working at the record store for Hyde. Usually, Leo would cover, but he was "busy" in Madison for the week and no one wanted to know what he was doing there. Pez covered the check out while her cousin handled the unpacking off some new stuff in the back.

Pez sat behind the counter, mindlessly singing to herself. "Today is Lincoln's day. He freed the slaves. Now everyone but me gets pay---ed." She laughed to herself as she took a box of Spree out of her pocket and opened it up.

The bell above the door rang and Colin Brown walked into the store. He was a junior at Point Place and was on nearly every sports team. Pez had the idea that he would make a really good date. Something that other girls assured her. Apparently, he was big, but as far as Pez could tell he was average height and weight.

"Hey, Colin!" Pez gave the blond a little wave.

He brightened up when he saw her and walked over to the counter. Leaning over it as causally and coolly as he could, Colin cleared his throat and tried to sound manly. "Hey, Pez. Still dating that senior from out of town?"

"Yes." Pez smiled brightly at the mention of her 'boo-bear' aka Charlie. "Five lovely, sexy, months of bliss. Oh, he has taught me so much. I could go on for hours about this thing he taught me, it involves a tongue and…" She trailed off when she noticed the look Colin was giving her. "Oh," Pez blushed slightly. "I am sorry, Colin." Straightening up, Pez went into business mode. "What may I help you with?"

Colin awkwardly cleared his throat. "It's no problem, Pez. I, uh, need a CD for my Mom's birthday next week. Uh, Barry-"

"White?" Pez asked with a sexy little smile. "This is a CD she and her sex partner could have sex to. I plan to have sex to Barry White at least once."

Colin made a face, he was picturing his mother and stepfather having sex and it wasn't a good thing. "No, uh, Barry is my stepfather. He, uh, suggested I get her a CD from an American Idol winner."

Pez wrinkled her nose up and asked in a serious tone. "Does Barry hate your mother?"

"No!" Colin sounded insulted . "Barry loves my mom."

Pez made a sad face. "Is your mom in a coma?"

"No!" Colin pushed away from the counter. "Pez, I just want a CD."

"Okay, okay." Pez held up her hands in defensive. "Pop music made by people chosen solely on their looks is over that." She pointed toward a corner of the store. "Now, go away. Your family's awful taste in music is making me upset."

Colin just gave her a look before leaving the store all together. Pez shrugged and went back to her Spree.

"Pez, no eating in the store." Parker called as he came out of the back room. "By the way, do you know there's no working fire alarm back there." He raised his eyebrow in a suggestive way. "And things are quiet."

She made a face. "Are you coming on to me, Parker?"

"Pez, don't be gross. I meant we could do…you know." He looked around the empty store nervously.

"Oh! Yes, I would love to see that back room." Pez got out from behind the counter and the two were half way to the back room, when the door opened. Pez whirled around. "We're closed."

"You can't be closed, I need to talk to my guys about the stupid girls." Holder stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

Pez and Parker exchanged a look before heading over to sit with Holder in the lodge area of the store. Parker took the chair while Pez took the seat beside Holder of the couch. They both waited for Holder to speak.

Finally, he sighed loudly. "I was in bed with Emma a while ago." Both Pez and Parker made faces. Holder went on. "And she told me that she doesn't want to have sex again until our one year anniversary. That's seven months and we've already had sex fifteen times! I can't go back to being a virgin."

"Actually, Holder, you'd still be a non virgin, even if you stop having sex." Pez helpfully explained. Parker, in the mean time, was trying not to laugh at his friend. Pez shot Parker a look. "And seven months isn't a long time to go without sex. Parker has gone seventeen years." Parker suddenly looked at Pez and blushed deep red. Pez ignored him. "And he and Chase have been dating since September and they've never even had sex. They've only kissed and he's never even gone under her shirt. You're totally ahead of the game!"

Holder seemed to bright up with this new information. "You think? Yeah, yeah." He nodded to himself. "I am better then Parker, aren't I?"

"Hey, hey, hey, can we turn this into a direction where I don't look like a loser, please?" Parker spoke up. "Besides my sex life is none of your business, Pez. And for your information, I've gone under Chase's shirt."

Pez snorted back a laugh. "Once and that was an accident, you were reaching for something on the other side of the couch." She smiled smugly. "Chase tells me all the details."

Holder looked between the two cousins and something dawned on him. "Hey, Pezzy, man, you and Charlie ever….go for the home run?"

Parker, who had opened his mouth, shut it. He somewhat wanted to hear this. From what he had seen, Charlie and Pez never came up for air when they were together. She'd jump on him and they'd be attached for the rest of his visit. So, did that mean Pez had had sex? The idea of Pez having sex made Parker feel like he should fight to get the family honor back or something.

Pez had turned a light shade of red. "Well, I guess that depends on how you define sex." She muttered.

Parker rolled his eyes. "You're not Bill Clinton. It's a simple yes or no. Have you and Charlie had sex yet?"

"No." Both Parker and Holder looked relived at that. "But," Pez quickly went on. "Charlie has been under my shirt and we both-" She leaned over and whispered something into Parker's ear and then into Holder's.

The store was silent for a bit.

Parker suddenly cleared his throat. "Wow, Pez, that's….that's really dirty." He moved his chair farther from the couch.

Holder suddenly stood up. "Man." He whispered. "Man, oh, man." He looked stunned. "I…wow."

Pez shrugged, not really understanding what the big deal is. "You know, Holder, you could ask Emma to do that. It's not really real sex."

Holder chewed on his lower lip for a moment. Would Emma….no, no she wouldn't.

Parker stood up. "Ok, so, I'm officially freaked out. I think we all need to relax. Back room?" The other two nodded and followed him into the back of the store.

February 12th, 2004

Point Place, Wisconsin

8:16 p.m.

Vista's Bedroom

Doing homework always relaxed Vista. And after that B+ and the day she had had, Vista really needed to get relaxed. First she had gotten the worse grade, then her father and his best friend had walked in on her kissing Jon, after that had been that embarrassing kitchen talk, followed by her mother trying to give her a sex talk that had ended in tears and Donna asking if Vista had had sex yet. It was just so…so completely and totally embarrassing.

Vista opened her math book to page 367 and began doing some problems when she heard a knocking at her window. Her brown eyes widened and she briefly wondered if robbers and kidnappers ever knocked. Taking a deep breath, Vista grabbed her binder and went to the window.

She was not greeted with a robber or a kidnapper, but rather with Jon Hyde, hanging from her window. Vista let out a little gasp, threw her binder on the ground, and quickly opened the window. She pulled Jon into her room and he fell to the floor with a thud.

"That always seemed easier on tv." Jon muttered as he stood and cleaned himself up. He watched Vista nervously close and lock her bedroom door. Clearly she was scared they'd be found and subject to more awful talks in the Forman kitchen. "Don't be paranoid, your parents are at my house." Jon explained as Vista sat down in her computer chair. "They want to talk about us."

"Oh." Vista nodded to herself and watched Jon sit on the edge of her bed. "My mom gave me a sex talk. Then she cried. It's hormones." She looked slightly uneasy about that. "It was kind of freaky, you know?" Jon just gave her a 'yeah, sure' look. Vista cleared her throat. "Anyway, how'd it go with your mom?"

Jon let out a laugh. "My mom couldn't be happier. She says she's known something was up with us since we were like ten and eight." He shrugged. "Whatever, right?"

Vista returned the shrug, not really sure what was going on. After all, Jon hadn't climbed (or rather fell) through her window just to tell her that. "So, we should tell Parker and the others that we're, uh, you know."

Jon watched Vista move her chair left to right. "Yeah." He paused and ran a hand through his messy hair. "I, uh, I'm not sure what to…do…cause we both hate the bf and gf words. And you have that whole hate thing going with the c-o-u-p-l-e world."

"Jon!" Vista stopped moving her chair. "Hate's a strong word. I just don't like the term. It-"

"Yeah, yeah." Jon waved a hand, dismissing the whole thing. He knew how they both felt about, well, about commitment. Sure they were hiding it with stupid things and saying that they didn't like 'couple' or 'boyfriend' or 'girlfriend', but the truth was they just weren't mature enough or ready for full on commitment like Parker and Chase. "But when we tell Parker and Chase and Pez and Holder, we have to say something."

"Yeah." She nodded to herself and turned her chair to her desk. Opening up a notebook, Vista began writing. Jon stood and walked over to her. He stood over her and watched as wrote words into the notebook. Words like 'together' and 'lady friend' and 'another level of our relationship'.

"Vista, what in the hell are you doing?" Jon turned Vista's chair around and moved his body, so his legs were on either side of Vista's. He could almost sit on her if he wanted. To him it was an easy way of asking her if she wanted to make out., Vista didn't seem to notice. Jon recovered quickly. "Are you seriously writing what I think you are? I am not calling you my 'lady friend', because I'm not fifty and introducing you to my kids at their college graduation."

Vista rolled her eyes. "Fine. Well, can we agree that we're together?" She gave him a little smile and took his hands into hers.

Jon looked down at their hands for a second. "I would have to agree with that logic." He told her in a voice that was lower then his own. Vista, he noticed, blushed. "But, if we aren't using the g-word, what do I call you?"

"Vista." Vista told him simply. "Same as always."

"Yeah," Jon started. He looked at her and sighed inwardly. God, this is my mom, isn't it? The mom in me wants labels. The dad in me could care less and just wants to kiss Vista. "but if we were at a party or if I would introduce you to someone you didn't know, what would I call you?"

"Vista." She smiled at him again. "You would say: 'This is Vista.'"

Jon rolled his eyes. "Okay, but what if someone was coming onto you and I had to stop them."

"Uh," Vista's brow became knitted in deep thought. "you'd….say….um, okay, let's try this…" she let go of his hands and made a movement to let him know she needed him to move. Vista got up and cleared her throat, lowed her voice and said: "Hey, Jon, Vista, that young and super intelligent girl, is very attractive. I'm going to come on to her." She cleared her throat again and smiled brightly. "Okay, now you say…" she made a little 'go on' movement with her left hand.

Jon smirked and shook his head, trying to hold back a laugh. "I'd say…I'd punch him. He'd be coming onto my girl, my baby doll." Vista smiled shyly and blushed. Something seemed to come over him at that moment. "Uh, yeah, so there we go. And you would call me, what?"

"Jon." He just stared at her. "Oh, but I would say it in such a warm and affectionate manner that people would know we're together."

Jon seemed to approve of that. He flopped back down on Vista's bed and Vista joined him. "Cool."

Vista nodded. "Alright." They were silent for a beat. "We should tell the others tonight, okay?" Jon simply nodded.

February 12th, 2004

Point Place, Wisconsin

8:26 p.m.

Forman Basement

(Punk Rock Princess- Something Corporate)

Parker and Chase were on the couch. Her head were in his lap and they were half heartily watching some show about some stupid and way to skinny people. Parker softly stroked her hair.

As a commercial came on, Parker spoke: "Hey, Chase, we've been dating a little over six months and I was just wondering what your thoughts are on sex."

"What?" Chase quickly sat up and squeezed herself into the corner of the couch. "Sex?" She swallowed hard. "Parker, sex? Have you been talking to Holder?"

"No…yes." Parker sighed. "Okay, I was just asking about your views on sex to compare them with Holder and Pez's views."

Chase's jaw dropped. "Did you talk to them about our sex life?"

"No!" Parker was quick to say. "Muffin, Holder and Pez were talking about their sex lives and it got me to thinking about ours or the lack of one."

"Well," Chase swallowed. "you can understand why I'd be wary of sex. My mom got pregnant with me when she was really young. And that led to tons of problems. God, it was like Gilmore Girls only with lots more cursing, drugs, and lots of stepfathers. Oh yeah, and my dad never even, well, there were no cards or calls."

"Oh," A look of sorrow pasted over Parker's face. "Chase I would never get you pregnant and leave. I love you." He reached out and took one of his hands in hers. "Look, if you and I ever have sex, I promise that things wouldn't get strange afterward and I promise not to leave you."

Chase smiled. "I really love you, Parker. And I think we could have sex, if you want to."

"Yeah, yes." Parker hoped he didn't sound too eager. But, the truth was he had been thinking about having sex with Chase since last summer. And he really did love her. "I want to have sex with you." He returned her smile. "We-we aren't going to do it now are we?"

Chase laughed and gently pushed him. "No, I'm not losing my virginity in your basement." She chewed on her lower lip for a moment. "How about this weekend? On Valentine's? We could get a hotel room or some other crappy cliché. And we could spend the night together."

"That, yeah. I like that. Okay, so, you and I are having the sex this weekend." Parker paused as something dawned on him. "I'm going to have to buy boxers without cartoon characters on them."

She was about to laugh and say something, like how he could wear his Star Wars boxers, when Holder and Pez came walking in the side door. Holder grabbed the lawn chair while Pez sat between Chase and Parker.

"Dude, Chase," Holder started without missing a beat. "guess what totally dirty thing Pezzy does with that boyfriend of hers."

Chase glanced over at Pez, who simply shrugged and stared ahead at the television.

"Uh, I think I know." Chase told Holder with a little shutter. "I made Pez promise to never bring it up around me again. The thought of Pez and Charlie and the hands and the," Chase shivered. "it's just unnerving beyond all reason."

Holder laughed, but Parker couldn't help but notice that Holder seemed sad about the thought of Pez being really romantic with a guy. "Yeah, man. So," he lazily moved into the lawn chair and sighed. "what are you guys doing?"

"Oh," Parker just knew he was blushing and that he'd blow it. "N-nothing. Just hanging out."

Holder snorted. "You two are so boring. God, nothing exciting happens around here. Nothing out from left field. Nothing unexpected. Sucks."

The others nodded in utter agreement.

And maybe because they all nodded in utter agreement, maybe that was the reason that Jon and Vista chose that moment to come walking down the basement stairs. Jon walked straight to his usual seat and sat down. Vista stood between him and the tiny table by the couch. No one paid much attention to this, until Jon put his arm around Vista's waist and pulled her closer to him.

Suddenly everyone's eyes were locked on Jon's arm and Vista's waist. Chase actually moved closer to Pez, who moved closer to Parker. Holder jumped out of his seat and let out a loud: "Whoa!" Parker let out a little shirk and then yelled: "Don't touch my sister!"

Vista glanced down at Jon, who was smirking up at her. "I told you we should have said something before you started touching me."

"Vista, Vista, Vista, actions speak louder then words." Jon glanced at the others. "Oh, come on. Pez, man, you knew I liked Vista."

At that Pez had to grin. "Yes, I was the first in the lope on that one. I was very proud of myself."

Holder lowered himself back into the lawn chair. "Jon and Vista?" He quickly said.

Chase seemed to mull that over. "Are dating?"

Parker slowly calmed himself. "I still want you to stop smirking at her." Vista shot him a look. "Okay, okay, so you two are dating now? God, you do one circle at the record store and you miss everything."

"Actually, we prefer to think of us as being together. Not dating." Vista told her older brother.

"Yeah," Jon agreed. "dating makes it sound like we're tools." Parker, Pez, Chase, and Holder all shot Jon a look. They were, after all, all dating people. "Whatever. We're together and we aren't using those stupid b-f and g-f words."

Holder seemed confused by that, so Pez filled him in. "Boyfriend and girlfriend. They aren't referring to one another by those words." Holder let out a little 'Oh' and nodded.

"So, uh, for future reference, what are you calling my little sister?" Parker asked, maybe a bit ruder then he had to.

"Vista." Jon stated. "Yeah man, she's just my girl." He moved Vista onto his lap and she seemed to fit there perfectly and comfortably. The others just looked at them. "It's no big deal, guys."

"We're simply entering a new and romantic stage of our relationship." Vista informed the others. "Everything is still the same."

"Only now I'll be kissing Vista." Jon added with a classic Hyde family grin. Vista reached back and hit him on the stomach.

Pez let out a little giggle. Parker shot her a look. "Oh, shush." She told him. "It's kind of cute. Besides, nothing's changed. Expect, there is no more room on the couch." She stretched out a little. "Yes, this is nice."

Parker mulled over that for a second. "It is better that she's "together"" he used air quotes. "with my best friend then with some stupid guy."

"That's the spirit." Pez told him with a smile.

"Right," Parker pointed at his sister and best friend. "just don't make out in front of me for a while, okay?"

"Deal." Jon agreed. "As long as Holder doesn't talk about him having sex anymore."

"Oh, there's no problem there." Pez was all too happy to share the gossip. "Emma's cut him off till next October!"

Jon couldn't help but laugh at that one. "That's what he gets for dating her."

"Hey!" Holder whined.

The others were to busy laughing to hear him. Suddenly, a loud blast came from the television and they all turned to look at it.

"Oh, now you see they wouldn't have survived that. I mean, the explosion alone would have done much more damage then that." Vista commented.

Jon sighed. "Vista, it's a show."

"They could still have some reality in there." She told him.

And suddenly, everything was normal again. Jon and Vista went on about the television show. Though she was sitting on his lap and he'd call her 'baby' every once in a while. Pez switched places with Parker and he was all to happy when Chase put her head on his shoulder. Parker stroked his girlfriend's blond hair and smiled to himself. Pez and Holder both put their feet up on the coffee table and soon after they started giggling and whispering about something. It was all totally normal and everything just fit.

February 13th, 2004

Point Place, Wisconsin

6: 14 a.m.

Emma's Bedroom

Holder sat at Emma's vanity mirror and felt really stupid in the tiny pink chair. However, he had a mission. If Emma was cutting him off for seven months, he figured he could try and get her to do another things with him. That was why he had shown up at her house ten minutes before, to explain what Pez had told him about.

"And that is what we could do for seven months." Holder finished with a charming smile.

Emma stood there, arms crossed over her chest, and looking partly shocked and partly pissed. "Wesley Michael Holder-Kelso, that is just dirty and wrong." She made a face and flipped her red hair. "Out, out, out!"

Holder scrambled out of the room and into the hallway. He was not at all shocked when the bedroom door slammed shut in his face a moment later. Holder shrugged. "So, you'll think about it!"

He was met with Emma yelling at him through the door. "No! God!"

Holder shrugged again and made his way down the stairs.

Coming Soon:

2.7 She's Got A Way: Parker and Chase decide to have a night of romance. When Pez becomes worried that she won't be able to see Charlie on Valentine's Day, Jon and Vista agree to drive her. Little do they know that Holder's tagging along, as he's hiding out from Emma.

2.8 River of Dreams: After their night together, both Parker and Chase have very different views on how things went. Holder becomes freaked when he begins having dirty dreams about some of his friends.