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(Jackie's POV)
I've been tossing and turning all night, sweat dripping down my face. I'm no doctor but I'm pretty sure that's not normal, especially in December in a place like Wisconsin. Over the past few months I've grown accustomed to it though. But tonight was different. My mind kept replaying the words from the letter over and over again. And the more I tried to forget about it, the more I actually thought about it. Seven words. These seven little words were driving me insane. Or whatever sanity I have left, that is. I needed to talk to him. I looked over at the clock on my tiny little nightstand; 4:36am. I can't wait a couple more hours. I need to talk to him. Now.

I've never been able to read Steven's face expressions to figure out his thoughts. Even without his aviators on I still didn't even have a single clue on what he was thinking about. His face was just blank. I always thought it was sexy. You know the whole unpredictable – mysterious type thing. But right now I wish he was like Eric, an open book.

"I told you not to say anything!" he spat. Finally some emotion. Not exactly what I was hoping for, but it's better than nothing.

"I didn't!" I defended myself.

"Then how do you explain this?" he shoved the letter in my face.

"I don't know! I just as surprised as you are!" a tear sneakily slipped down my cheek.

He slumped back in his seat, "Shit Jackie."

"I didn't – I promise – I promised – I wouldn't," I stuttered.

He didn't say anything. He just reached over the table and grabbed my hand. He looked like he was about to say something, his mouth was even slightly open, but nothing came out.

I sniffled a little to hold back the tears. How did my life become such a mess? A year ago my life was perfect. Wait no two years ago. A year ago he married that slutty blonde stripper Sam. Whatever. The point is, I would have never, not in a million years, ever think that I would ever be in this situation. Ever.

He slipped the now crumpled piece of paper out of my hand and spread it out on the table, words facing the table so all that is seen is a blank piece of paper. I closed my eyes and the image of the bloody lifeless body filled my head.

*Flashback* (Jackie's POV)
August 20, 1980

I nearly choked on my own saliva when I saw the .32 Revolver pointing at Steven – my Steven.

Steven was facing me, though I don't think he knows I'm here. By the look of fear on his face it was obvious that he had much more important things on his mind. In all my life, well for as long as I've known him, I have never seen Steven fear anything. I didn't even know fear was present in him. The cool calm and collected Steven that I've grown to love was now completely vulnerable and defenseless.

The gunman was talking some mumbo jumbo stuff that I wasn't paying attention to. I was scared shitless. If I was this scared, I can't even begin to imagine what Steven is feeling. But then again, I'll never find out. He'll just pretend he wasn't scared, he'll tell everyone how he didn't even have a care in the world. If he died, oh well. That's what he would say, he would never admit that he was scared. They would all believe him too. Maybe not Donna, but she wouldn't question it. But that's cause' they've never seen him scared. They've never seen this look on his face that I see right now. He was really scared. He was scared of death. He was scared that he would die at such a young age. He would die full of regret. He would die – then it finally hit me. My blood began to boil and my vision got blurry. All of a sudden I grew balls the size of Texas, and silently stepped backwards and picked up a cinderblock that was broken off the cement patio. Which by the way is much heavier than it looks.

Without hesitation I charged straight at the unknown gunman and before she could turn around or have time to react the cinderblock had already met her skull at full force, but a gunshot rang through the air not even a second later. My breathing was heavy at this point but it instantly stopped when I realized who the dead body belonged to…

*End of Flashback* (To be continued)

"Michael this, Michael that. I can't take it anymore!" Michael imitated Brooke's voice.

Brooke was such a nice girl. It's not her fault that she's so hormonal, that's what pregnant people do.

As if Eric read my mind he blurted out my same exact thoughts, "Kelso, you're the one who made her so hormonal."

"Yeah Kelso, it takes two to tango," Donna commented.

"Ooooh! I want to tango!" Fez shot his arm in the air and jumped out of the lawn chair.

"Fez, they're not talking about the dance," I put my hand on his shoulder.

"I'm not talking about that silly goose, I'm talking about a three som –"

"No!" Michael snapped, almost like he was scared. He probably was. He always thought that Fez had a man crush on him. I thought it was just Michael's cockiness talking because he thinks that everyone likes him, but I'm starting to think that Fez has a little fetish for Michael.

It's nice to be in the basement with the gang again, and truly be happy. Usually I just fake a smile as time decides to go by super slow but I'm really having fun. It feels like the old days. Well minus one person.

"Jackie? Hello Earth to Jackie!" Donna snapped in my face.

"Huh?" I completely zoned out.

"How's Fatsoburger bee treating you?" she tries to keep a straight face but is failing terribly.

"Shit!" I hopped off the couch and ran out the door without saying bye to anyone. With this whole letter thing, work has never even crossed my mind.

(Donna's POV)

"HA I knew Jackie wouldn't last long working!" Eric chuckled to himself.

A piece of paper caught the corner of my eye.

"I'm gonna head home," I picked up the piece of paper.

I shut the basement door behind me eagerly. Curiosity was quickly creeping through my body. I'm not know to be a snooper but Jackie has been acting strange lately. I slowly unfolded the crumpled piece of paper.

'I know what you did this summer.'

AN: So what do you guys think? Likey? :B Loll I got the idea of ' I know what you did this summer' from the movie I know what you did last summer. But theres no relation to it. The only similar thing is the letter. So its not gonna be scary xD loll & i know this chapters really short but i wanted to update (:: Reviews are always welcome (: