Chapter 5:
"What the hell is this?" Jackie demanded as she walked out of Donna's bathroom in her white and green cheerleading uniform from way back when. She couldn't believe they were making her wear it again, it was so…70s. What was even harder to believe was that all her friends were gathered in a circle dressed in their high school clothes around a glass coke bottle. The sight made her double take at first before she asked the question that was the only thing on her mind at the moment.
"Well," Donna said excitedly "We're going to act like teenagers again tonight, as if we were kids in high school again."
Jackie put a hand on her hip and cocked her left eyebrow up at her, "That's so stupid," she said monotonously.
"Come on," Kelso urged while fastening the 'Stupid helmet' on his head, "It'll be fun."
"Come sit beside me!" Fez called, and when she saw him she couldn't help, but feel a weight being lifted off her shoulders as she kissed him and ran her arm down his silky patterned shirt to link her arm beside his and rest her head on his shoulder.
"Okay, so first we go paint the water tower because they've repainted over it, then we get beer, then we come back here for a smoke circle, and then, the classic game of spin the bottle," Donna stated evidently proud of her self-seeming excellent event planning.
"Jackie's right," Steven muttered, "This is stupid." He was gifted with one of Donna and Eric's throw pillows thrown in his face, and since it was able to hit Hyde it was evidently Donna who threw it… which meant it hurt, too.
"I'm not going out like this, Donna," Jackie informed her, "Even though I obviously still have the figure for it, and it made me look cute in the 70s, it's not the 70s anymore, and we all look ridiculous."
After and excessive amount of yelling, scratching, and hair pulling mostly on Donna's part; Jackie, Eric and Hyde all agreed to go, so there they stood watching as Kelso attempted to perfect the only type of greenery he cared about, weed, hoping this time the leaf wouldn't end up looking like it's giving all of them the finger.
Everyone there felt their stomachs flip and their hearts stop as Kelso fell off the water tower once again, they knew they didn't have to ask, but just as a precaution Eric called down to Michael, "Hey Kelso, you okay, man?"
"Yeah," Kelso replied chuckling, "Man, I have got to stop doing that! Damn it, it looks like it's giving me the finger this time, too!"
"Can we go now?" Jackie whined, and unable to await the response she started off the water tower, "Whatever, I'm leaving."
"I'm with the cheerleader," Hyde said in pursuit of Jackie's trail.
"Me too!" Fez agreed eagerly, "I'm with my fiancé," he cooed.
After almost everybody refusing to get high instead of Michael and Steven they decided to play spin the bottle (well, Donna decided) on the floor of the basement.
"Okay, who wants to go first?" asked Donna anticipating everyone to volunteer; the opposite happened. "Okay! I guess I'm going first."
The bottle landed towards Jackie, they giggled and pecked each other on the lips.
Kelso threw up his hands, "Oh come on girls, that's it?"
Jackie spun the bottle and it landed facing Hyde. She gulped, and pecked him sweetly on the lips, as if she had absolutely no emotional attachment to him.
Hyde hated this game. He's checked the time about thirty times this night alone, that's how agonizing it was to get through it. He didn't want to live in the past, he didn't like the past, so why did he have to sit here, and endure the reminder of high school when it was hell? He swallowed his pride, and spun the bottle...it landed towards Jackie. Come on! It was hard enough to have to do it the first time without punching her in the face. He still didn't know all too well why he was angry with her, but there was no denying there was rage. To top it off Kelso wouldn't stop exclaiming in his ear that this time it had to be a real kiss, not just a peck. "Shut up, Kelso; I know how the game works." Everything was slow motion as he leaned in watching her eyes close as they got closer; one was green and the other blue, and it was probably the thing he liked the most about her. The kiss was supposed to be nothing, unemotional, and meaningless, but why did he indulge in her scent and the taste of her lips? Why did he not want to pull back?
Please not Steven again, please not Steven again. Jackie couldn't stand the thought of having Fez have to watch her and Hyde make out, so she let out a sigh of relief when she got to kiss her fiancé.
The game was going considerably well until she had to kiss Hyde again. This time it would be nothing, and meaningless and just horrible. Just imagine he was lizard lips, she told herself, but when their lips touched again, it was like going back in time. Back to when they were together; back to when she wanted to marry him. The make out was not quick and boring; on the contrary, it was slow and hungry. She delicately placed her hand on the small of his neck, while he reached up to put his fingers in her hair. Jackie could sense Fez shift uncomfortably beside her. Oh God, what in the world was I doing? She immediately pulled back, and grabbed Fez's hand, squeezed it, and held on for dear life. She spun the bottle, and it landed on Michael. Whatever, it's not like she hadn't kissed him before.
Michael spun it again, hoping it would land on Jackie, but it didn't...it landed on Fez, who made a whiny noise in the back of his throat. Michael reached for the bottle in hopes of a redo, but Donna grabbed hold of his arm, "No redo Kelso, you have to kiss him."
Michael shook Donna's hold on him off, "No, I'm not going to kiss him. I'm done playing anyways, this game is stupid!"
"No it's not," replied Donna, "Everyone is having fun, right guys?"
"No, Donna, I'm done playing this, too," said Eric, and everyone agreed loudly and expressively in a way that was only making Donna fantasize punching them all in the face.
"That settles it," announced Michael, "The game is done, everyone can go home."
Everyone was getting up to leave when Fez hugged Jackie fiercely, "What's wrong?" she asked worriedly.
"I was so scared to kiss Kelso," he admitted.
"Hey, what's wrong with kissing me?" Michael Kelso asked defensively.
"What isn't?" countered Hyde about to step out the door; the highlight of his night.
Immensely irked by her friends' lack of appreciation, Donna slammed her fist down on the floor of her basement, and exclaimed, "Nobody is going anywhere! I planned a perfectly fun and exciting time tonight, and we are all going to enjoy it, or I'll kick all your asses!"
It didn't take a genius to know not to mess with Donna, so even Kelso sat right back down and continued the game of spin the bottle.
"Maybe we should actually do a circle," muttered Hyde into his beer bottle, "Obviously Donna could actually use some since she's so crabby."
"I heard that!" She was about to go over and punch him so hard in the gut that he threw up his stomach before Eric sat her back down and made her relax. "I'm sorry!" she spat, "But, I'm just so sick of everyone complaining! This is a special time in everyone's life right now, and it's just nice that we're all together."
"Actually, Brook and I are getting a divorce, so it's not that special of a time in my life," mumbled Kelso, and Donna could have sworn she saw a tear fall down his cheek.
"I'm still poor!" added Steven, "So, my life is as far from special as it can get right now."
"Only Jackie and Fez have something really special right now, I mean we're happy for them and everything, but it's special in their life," said Kelso.
Donna frustrated, pushed her hair out of her eyes, "Well, it's not just Jackie and Fez who have something special in their lives."
Eric laughed, and put his arm around Donna, "Listen, Baby..."
"I said don't call me that."
"I know," he murmured quickly. "I don't...hate your parents, but visiting them next week won't exactly be special."
"It's not that."
"Then what is it?" Eric asked curiously.
Donna looked her husband right in the eye, and said clearly and loudly, so there was not any miscommunication, "I'm pregnant."
Just then Jackie screeched as if she had just witnessed murder. "Now my maid of honour will look like a pumpkin, how are we going to find a bridesmaid dress that will fit?"