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Author's Note: Hi everyone! Well here's chapter 2 and on December 2! So far so good lo. Big thanks to all of you who have reviewed, it really enorages me to work on the story and post the chapters ASAP. Hope you like this chapter! It's kinda short but don't worry tomorrow bring another chapter! Maybe even two…I'm not sure. Anywoo thanks for the reviews you guys are great! Enjoy!

Donna Pinciotti's feet crunched against the white, snowy field. With her knitted hat on her head and her hands shoved inside the pockets of the big jacket she was wearing, she walked over to her boyfriend's parent's house. Her plan was to hang out with her friends down in the basement, just like old times, and then maybe have some alone time with Eric under the mistletoe.

As she crossed the driveway between the two houses, her eyes wandered over to the Forman's mailbox where a medium sized lump seemed to be sitting in a lawn chair. Either Red had finally had had enough and thrown everything from the basement into a trash bag and onto the curb or someone was sitting, waiting for the mail to come.

Donna neared the object and soon she was able to identify it. It was indeed a person, but she wasn't sure who as she couldn't tell. Her brow furrowed with confusion as she saw, from under the blue robe the person was wearing, a pair of Star Wars slippers.

"Eric?"

Hearing his name, Eric turned to see the tall redhead walking over to him.

"Oh, hey Donna." Eric greeted quickly, trying to keep himself warm.

Donna fought back a laugh, but let her smile appear, "What are you doing?"

"Not waiting for the mailman to come, so I can make sure he sent off my letter to Santa; if that's what you mean." Eric said trying to sound convincing.

Donna laughed some, "Aren't you cold?"

"No." Eric answered with his teeth chattering away.

Donna shook her head before reaching down and grabbing Eric's skinny arm and pulling him onto his feet. "Come on let's go inside…"

"No, Donna I can't." Eric argued as he managed to get out of Donna's grasp.

"Eric, come on you're gonna get sick." Donna began, "I'm sure Santa got your letter."

"Ok, first of all Donna, of course he got my letter. I sent it off in July." Eric seriously shared, "Second, I can't leave because I'm waiting for my grades to come in."

"You haven't gotten your grades yet?" Donna asked frowning slightly.

"You have?"

"Yeah." Donna nodded, "I got them a couple of days ago."

"A couple of days ago?" Eric quickly asked as he began to panic and think the worse, "What's a couple of days?"

Donna shrugged, "I don't know…two or three."

Eric's eyes became wide as he heard his girlfriend's words. This was not good.

"Which was it Donna? Two or three?" he asked in his squeaky-panicky voice.

"I don't know." Donna said with a roll of her eyes before digging into her coat pocket and retrieving a white piece of paper, "Here. Look for yourself."

Eric frowned at her while taking the paper into his own hands, "You carry around your grades in your jacket?"

Donna smiled a big, happy smile and eagerly nodded her head, "Yeah, I did really good." she pointed to something on the paper, "See?"

Eric scanned his eyes across the report card, "Uh huh. 'A' 'A' 'B' 'A' yeah, yeah. Where's the date on this thing."

"Gee thanks for the praise, Eric." she said deep in sarcasm as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Oh right. Great job, Babe." Eric told Donna before kissing the air towards Donna; his eyes never left the report.

Donna rolled her eyes at Eric. She decided not to say anything, mostly because she knew it would only be ignored. Instead she decided to name the things she loved about him, in her head. The reasons why she was with him. She got up to two before Eric brought her back to the mailbox.

"December 21st. Donna this was sent out December 21st, which means you got it the next day, the 22nd. That's two days ago!" Eric practically shouted, "Donna you got your grades two days ago! Why haven't I?"

"Maybe…" Donna began to suggest, but Eric wasn't through.

"I mean two days is a long time. If I sent myself a cheese log it would probably go bad if it was delivered two days late."

"Why would you send yourself a cheese log?" Donna asked looking at Eric like he had grown another head.

"Why aren't my grades here?!" Eric screeched out.

Donna shook her head, "Eric, I'm sure you're just overreacting. You'll get your grades soon. They probably just got lost in all the Christmas cards and fruitcakes. An envelop marked 'Eric Forman' is probably just waiting to be sent off."

"Yeah, I guess you're right Donna." Eric agreed as he began to calm down only to get worked up again when another idea entered his mind.

"Wait! What if it's in the mailbox from yesterdays mail?!" He asked loudly, "An envelop marked 'Eric Forman' is probably just waiting to be found by an Eric Forman!"

Before Donna could say or do anything Eric practically jumped onto the mailbox and opened the small door. He then rammed his hand into the box in search of his much desired grades. His trip however, was cut short when he hand collided with the metal back of the mailbox.

"Ow!"

Swiftly Eric—with a look of pain carved onto his face—pulled his injured hand out of the mailbox. The cold air made the pain even worse. He looked over at Donna hoping she could help.

"I don't think it's there!" he exclaimed as he clutched his reddening hand causing Donna to laugh.

Author's Note: There you go, Chapter 2 of "Stuck with You" Hope you liked!

This song was picked as the tile title in hopes that it would snow here where I am. Those of you who get snow every winter, enjoy that snow! I know lots of people who would go crazy if it snowed here…mostly because they'd skip school but the snow would be part of it lol.

Anywoo thanks for reading, hope you liked, please review and lemme know what you think, see you next time, take care. have a nice day and remember only 23 more days till Christmas!