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Author's Note: Hello All! Sorry, I know I'm a bit late. Got a little busy working on some cookies and wrapping presents. Now I'm going to try my best to update in a few hours, ok several hours, but before tomorrow. Or today…ok I'm just really tired right now, it's almost three in the morning, I'm already in my pjs and my Kitty Forman curlers (lol not kidding) But I wanted to post this so you guys could have something to read in the morning. Thanks for taking time to leave reviews and add this to your story alerts you guys! Enjoy!

The old fruitcake was practically gone, but the individuals who were eating it were still hungry. In attempt to keep their minds away from their hunger, one of them decided to strike up a conversation.

"So Jackie," Fez began as he turned to the tiny brunette, "Are we still on for the day after Christmas?"

Hyde turned his head to Fez and frowned at him; what did he and Jackie have planned for the day after Christmas? He looked over at Jackie and was surprised to see that she was actually smiling at Fez. Like she was looking forward to...doing what ever they had planned. What was going on?"

"On for what?" Hyde asked, trying to sound casual.

Fez noticed the hint of jealousy in his friends voice, he smiled, "On for our hot date."

"Fez!" Jackie scolded as she slapped his arm. She then looked over at Hyde, "It's nothing. Fez and I just have this thing, that we spend the day at the mall together the day after Christmas."

"Why?"

Jackie didn't want to tell him the real reason, but before she could come up with a better excuse Fez jumped in with an answer.

"To return all our crummy gifts."

"What?" Hyde asked with a frown, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sure he knew Jackie could be shallow but he didn't think she was that shallow, "You return all of your gifts?"

"No." Jackie shook her head, "Only the ones that are boring. Or ugly. Or useless. Or cheap. I just return the ones I didn't ask for."

Hyde shook his head, "I can't believe this."

Kelso laughed at Hyde's reaction as he continued to eat the old cake, "I can't believe you didn't know this already."

"You knew?" Hyde asked, now starting to feel like an idiot.

"Yeah." Kelso nodded before swallowing another mouthful of fruitcake, "That's why I always give Jackie cash for Christmas."

Jackie rolled her eyes, "A penny is not cash, Michael."

"Hey! It was a nickel!" Kelso protested as if that would make anything better.

Jackie just shook her head and closed her eyes. How had she dated him? How was she going to be stuck up here with him for who knows how much longer? Her eyes flew open when she heard Hyde ask her a question.

"Did you ever return anything I gave you?"

Jackie watched Hyde, trying to see beneath his sunglasses, trying to read his eyes. But today for some reason, it was too hard.

"No." she answered in a soft voice.

"Except for that sliver locket one year" Fez added for Jackie as he continued to help Kelso finish the cake.

Jackie closed her eyes again. Why did Fez have to say that? Why did he have to remember that? Why did he have to be up here? She didn't want Steven to know about the locket, even if they hadn't been together for almost three years.

"You returned the locket?" Hyde asked, causing Jackie to reopen her eyes so she could see his deep scowl, "I saved up a lot of money to get you that."

It was Jackie's turn to frown; she knew he hadn't spent a large amount of money on that necklace. And she sure wasn't going to let him make her feel guilty by telling her that he did.

"Really?" she titled her head, "Because it turned my neck green!"

Hyde's frown dropped as Jackie gave him a knowing look with crossed arms. Meanwhile their audience laughed and pointed, while still enjoying their snack.

"Alright fine." Hyde shrugged, "Maybe I didn't spend a lot of money on that necklace, but there was a lot of thought in that gift. And it's the thought that counts, Jackie."

"Steven, please." Jackie scoffed, "That's just something poor people made up because they don't have any money to spend on good gifts."

Hyde became more upset with her words, "And returning gifts is something rich snooty people do, right?"

"Sometimes."

"What did you return it for?"

Jackie looked at Hyde confused, "What?"

"What did you get when you returned the locket?" Hyde asked, making his question clearer.

"I…" she shook her head, "I don't remember."

"I do!" Fez called out, "She got some boots. But then she changed her mind so she returned those for store credit."

Jackie cautiously looked at Hyde again. She was afraid of what kind of look she's be met with. When she did see his expression it was even worse than she thought. He looked the most Zen than he had ever seen him.

"Steven, I'm…"

"Whatever." Hyde said shaking his head slightly, "I'll make sure this year I don't waste my time thinking about you and get you some gift card certificate or something."

Jackie's guilty feeling washed away as she listened to the rough upset voice Hyde used to talk to her. She didn't know why he was getting so upset, it's not like she was the only one who returned gifts.

"Fine." She said going into her own Zen mode for a few seconds, "And I'll make sure I get you something that turns your neck green!"

Hyde pretended not to hear her and stood up from his seat. He then walked a few feet away from the others and sat on the old chest from before. Jackie watched him walk off, as Kelso and Fez continued to watch the show.

"I had to wear turtlenecks for two days Steven!"

With a huff, Jackie turned back around to face the other two boys. Kelso looked back and forth, wondering who was going to speak up first. And Fez cleared his throat, clearly showing his nervousness.

"So was that a yes or a no?"

******

"Kitty." Red called as he entered the kitchen

Kitty was standing at the stove dropping spoonfuls of uncooked batter onto a baking sheet. Red smiled as he walked behind her and kissed the top of her head. Kitty whipped around to face him, not showing him the smile he had expected to see.

"Well," she began as she crossed her arms over her chest, "if it isn't Ebenezer."

Red sighed, "I guess I deserve that."

"No, you don't." Kitty shook her head, "Ebenezer helped Tiny Tim at the end of the story, you'd probably take his walking stick away from him!"

Red sighed once gain before trying to defend himself, "Kitty…"

"No it's true, Red. They're going to have to come up with a whole new Christmas story to describe you!" Kitty rambled on, never noticing Red move his right arm above her head, "It'll be about a grumpy old man who has no Christmas spirit no matter how much his loving wife…"

"For God's sake, Kitty." Red grumbled, "Would you just look up?"

Kitty's upset frown turned into a suspicious one. She watched her husband for a few more seconds before looking up above her. There she saw Red's hand above her, holding a few green leafs. She looked back at Red, her frown still in place.

"That is parsley, Red Forman." She informed him.

Red smirked, "I think it works just as well."

"No it doesn't." Kitty shook her head, "It…"

Before Kitty could finish her sentence, Red moved his arm back down only to wrap both his arms around Kitty and then pulling her into a very loving kiss. After quite a few seconds, Red pulled away from a now breathless, dreamy-eyed Kitty.

"Okay," Kitty quickly nodded her head, "it works just the same."

Red chuckled at his wife's reaction and then began to explain his actions.

"Kitty, I'm sorry for the way I've been acting." He told her sincerely, "You deserve a husband who can be in a better, happier mood; especially during the holidays. Which is why I'm going to pretend that I'm in that sort of mood."

"Oh Red." Kitty giggled one her famous laughs and lifted herself up on her toes to kiss her husband's cheek, "You are so sweet. I think somebody's gonna get their Christmas goodies early this year."

"Oh?" Red asked as he wriggled his eyebrows.

Kitty laughed again as she nodded her head. Red grinned before pulling her back into his arms and into another kiss.

Meanwhile a few feet away, two young adults sat at the round table oblivious by the two love birds. Donna couldn't help but smile a weak smile at the older couple; however the same couldn't be said for her boyfriend. Eric sat with a crunched up disgusted face as he watched his parents act like two teenagers.

"You see, Donna?" he asked turning to the redhead, "I'm invisible!"

Eric's voice was loud enough to break the Formans away from each other. The married couple looked over to their kitchen table to find Donna trying to comfort their son who was banging his head against the round surface.

Kitty pulled out of her husbands' arms and walked over to her baby boy, concern written on her face.

"Oh Eric, honey, don't bang your head on the table."

"Why not?" Red asked her and then looked over at Eric "It's not like there can be anymore damage done to that brain of his."

"Red." Kitty warned, before taking a seat next to Eric, "What's wrong honey? Did your letter not get sent out to Santa on time? It's ok, I'm sure he knows what you want."

Donna held back her laugh as she rubbed Eric's back, "It's not that Mrs. Forman. Eric hasn't gotten grades yet."

"Oh is that all?" Kitty asked with a smile before placing her own hand on Eric's back, "That's…"

"Terrible!" Red finished for her, "What the hell do you mean you haven't gotten your grades yet? Donna did you get yours?"

"Well yeah, but…"

"See, Donna got hers already. Why haven't you?" Red asked pointing at his son who had finally stopped pounding his head against the table, "'Forman' comes 'Pinciotti.' What in hell did you do to not get your grades?"

"I don't know!" Eric cried before slamming his head back down.

Donna and Kitty exchanged worried looks as Red shook his head and turned his attention to some Christmas cookies resting on a nearby plate.

"Eric, honey I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for you not getting your grades just yet." Kitty said in a comforting voice.

"Mrs. Forman," Donna began to say, "I already tried…"

Suddenly Eric's face popped back up and he looked up at his mother with hopeful eyes, "Really Mom, you think so?"

"I know so." Kitty said with a nod and a smile, "Now how about some milk and cookies while you wait?"

A smile sprung to Eric's face as he sat himself straight up, "Okay!"

Kitty laughed again before going over to the counter to fix a plate for Eric. Eric continued to smile like a fool as he waited for his cookies, the location of his grades were far from his mind. At the same time, Donna watched him with a scowl that continued to get deeper and deeper.

"Eric, what the hell?!"

"What?" he asked, truly not knowing what Donna was talking about.

"I just said the same thing to you a few minutes ago!" Donna reminded in an upset tone.

"No you didn't.' Eric shook his head, "You didn't offer me any cookies."

Donna gave the young man a shocked and at the same time angry expression as she threw her hands up in the air. Her actions went unnoticed by everyone in the room. Kitty walked over to the table with a plate of cookies in her hands.

"Eric, sweetie, before I forget." Kitty said as she placed the plate on the table, "Would you go up in the attic and get down a few Christmas decorations we still have up there?"

Eric looked at his mother with a confused frown, "We have an attic?"

"Oh and Donna would you with him?" Kitty asked, "I don't want to spend Christmas in the emergency room."

Donna nodded in agreement but Eric seemed to need a little more convincing.

"Wait, why can't Dad do it?" he asked as he gestured towards the man who was helping himself to as many cookies as could, before his wife caught him.

"Well just look at him, Eric." Kitty said after taking a look at her husband and rolling his eyes, "He's grumpy old man with heart problems, that he is only making worse by eating those cookies."

"Your mother's right." Red said before clearing his throat and placing the cookie in his hand back on his plate. That small sugar treat could keep him away from his Christmas goodies later.

"Now. Get to it." Red firmly told Eric as he pointed his index finger at him, "Or all you'll be getting for Christmas is a lump of my foot in your ass."

Reluctantly Eric stood up from the chair, leaving his plate of cookies untouched as he walked over to the swinging door. Donna walked right behind him.

"I miss being invisible." He mumbled to Donna as they exited the kitchen and entered the living room.

Author's Note: And that was Chapter 15 of "Stuck with You" Hope you liked!

The title for today's chapter was chosen because out of all the Christmas songs I heard today this one was the one I found myself singing along to a bit more than the others.

Until next time, thanks for reading, please review and lemme know what you think, Stay tuned, take care, have a nice day, and remember only two more days ill Christmas!