So here we go. The first reason. I still haven't decided if I will be going in order or not. Hope you enjoy, and remember, reviews encourage me to write.
She was crying again, her head buried in the corner of the ratty couch, her tiny feet barley touching the other armrest on the opposite side.
She was so small.
That was the first thought that popped into Hyde's mind as he spotted Jackie lying on the couch when he reached the basement.
She was being so quite he swore she was asleep, until he got closer, he was able hear her small sobs, and he could see he body shake each time she let out a puff of air.
Worry filled his mind, and he couldn't quite shake the feeling.
She must have found out about Kelso and that girl from the party, what was her name, Jenny.
Hyde couldn't help but think that Kelso didn't deserve her; she deserved someone who would not cheat on her, who actually cared, someone like him.
He shut the thought away they second it formed.
He didn't care about her.
But if he didn't care why was he worried now? It's not like things like this hadn't happened before.
Maybe he did care about her, she was his friend after all, but still there was no way he cared bout her like that.
"Jackie" He caught himself saying before he could stop it.
"Hi" it came out as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Um," he was confused now; he really had no idea how to comfort people, especially crying people, "Are you okay Jacks"
Jacks? Where had that come from?
He took a seat in the lawn chair, pulling it slightly closer to her.
"Steven," she rolled over onto her back, her eyes still tightly shut. She was waiting for a reply; it was almost as if she didn't know if he had suddenly left.
"Yeah?" He said softly in a tone she had never heard before coming from him, she rather liked it.
"What color are my eyes?" Her tone was serious, and a new set of tears began to spill slowly out of her closed eyes.
"Huh?" Hyde hummed, puzzled.
"Do you know what color my eyes are?" She said harshly.
He could tell she was determined to get an answer.
"Of course, that's easy; anyone would know that if they've ever talked to you." He was so confident about his answer Jackie had no idea if she should be happy about it or not, considering the circumstances.
"There mismatched, blue and green." At his answer a violent sob shook her body. She seemed upset by it. He figured it was probably a bad idea to mention how trippy he always thought they were, or how pretty.
"Why Jackie?" he cooed, concern still laced tightly in his voice.
Slowly she swung her legs off the couch, sitting her tiny frame up.
"And how many times have you looked into my eyes right before you kissed me, only two inches away, or how many countless hours have we spent just you and me." She fumed, her eyes were locked on his, for once unmasked by the tinted plastic that lay on the table in front of them, he couldn't pull away, even if he wanted to, which he didn't.
He knew exactly where this was going now.
"Kelso didn't know what color you're eyes were, did he Jackie?"
"No" She broke her eyes away from his, and his heart dropped, slowly he reached for the glasses and slid them on.
"Well, he isn't exactly the most observant person is he?"
Why was he sticking up for Kelso?
"He thought they were brown. Brown, he didn't even get one of them right." He almost smiled at her, but he knew he shouldn't, couldn't. "He should know Steven, he of all people should know."
"Yeah, he should." He replied giving in to her, but only because he knew she was right.
"You know what's even funnier Steven, Eric and Fez didn't know when I asked them either."
She paused; slowly she reached out and took off the glasses that framed his face. She wanted to look into his eyes again, his gorgeous blue eyes.
"…only you Steven, only you."