Hey! :') I know it's been literal ages since I last updated but it's also been literal ages since I've felt really satisfied with my writing. But I'm happy with this chapter so I'm putting it up. And I will keep writing and hopefully be able to update regularly again but I make no promises. Mainly it's because I'm in my final semester of college and it takes up pretty much all of my time. But also because, as I have said before, writing missing moments is super fun but not as creatively fulfilling, so I may or may not be working on something that I've been asked about a LOT. Maybe. Not sure yet. Either way, here is the next chapter of Devil's in the Details. I hope you like it :)

Hyde was beginning to accept that there probably wouldn't be many days that go by when he and Jackie didn't get into some type of argument. At least once a day he asked himself how he ended up so caught up in a 95 pound death-trap.

Today it was the whole if-you-can't-put-a-price-tag-on-love thing. If that wasn't a slap to his face - a reminder of how completely opposite he and Jackie were from each other - he didn't know what was. He couldn't begin to envision a future where he had enough money to buy her all the crap she wanted. Or any of it really. More than half of his laughable paycheck went to the Formans, and what was left - well, a man had to live.

And why should he have to buy her all that stuff anyway? None of it meant anything. How many times had Kelso succumbed and 'surprised' Jackie with gifts (usually using her own damn money)? And she had showered him with everything under the sun, spoiling him to no end, and look how great that turned out. If that was love, Hyde wanted no part in it.

But he wasn't a total monster. He knew being her boyfriend meant doing nice things for her. Takin' her on dates and all that crap. And he did, whenever he scraped up the extra cash. But that wasn't very often, and, man, he liked it when she was happy.

She seemed happy enough right now. Now that their fight was over. With him and his offer to buy her a cheeseburger. They were walking to the Hub, their hands swinging between them, and Jackie was babbling on about something or the other.

"Steven?" she asked, and he snapped his head down in her direction, aware that she'd been going on about the best presents her dad had ever gotten her. He hoped she wasn't about to quiz him, cause he wouldn't be able to answer, and it would land him in their second argument for the day. "You know what makes me happier than presents?"

"What's that?" he asked with a small sigh, raising an eyebrow curiously.

She shrugged almost shyly and slid her fingers between his. "When we do stuff like this. When you hold my hand out in public like this."

Hyde felt like his heart almost stopped. Was he that bad of a boyfriend? Had he really been giving her so little that holding her hand in public was a big deal to her? Jackie smiled up at him, completely unaware of how totally shitty he now felt.

"You make me really happy, Puddin,'" she teased with shining eyes.

Goddammit she was an idiot for being with him.

They were nearly to the Hub by now, the glowing sign visible at the end of the street, and they could vaguely hear the music from where they stood. But before they took another step Hyde stopped walking and tugged on her hand, suddenly enough that he startled her and she almost tripped as she turned into his arms. He smiled softly. Jackie was so confident that most people didn't notice how clumsy she could be.

She furrowed her brows and looked up at him with a question, but he swallowed it with his lips before she could ask it, bending down and curling one hand around her neck while the other stayed wrapped around hers.

He kissed her softly and easily, just barely letting his tongue slide between her lips before he pulled away, his smile widening at the shock and openness of her expression.

"What was that for?"

You make me happy too.

"Felt like."

"I thought you hated PDA," she mocked, deepening her voice at the end of the sentence in a terrible impression of him.

"I do," he said truthfully.

She was quiet for a second. Then, with a smile in her voice, finished, "But you like me." It was one of the best parts about dating her. She knew how to read all the sappy crap running through his head, and he didn't have to figure out how to put it into words.

He rolled his eyes in her direction. "Yup."

They walked in silence for all of a minute, Jackie revelling in his (or her) tiny admission, before he cleared his throat. "So," he began, slightly awkwardly. "Should I be preparin' myself for any of those stupid family events you were talkin' about earlier?"

Jackie gave him a weird look but answered simply, "No. My mom just went on vacation and she's the one who usually organizes them. With my help of course."

He nodded slowly. "So, uh, did they like Kelso? Your family?"

His heart was starting to pick up unnecessary speed and he willed it to calm down before she figured it out.

Jackie shrugged. "I guess some of them did. My grandmother didn't - after the whole water gun incident. My slutty cousins loved him. He flirted with them all the time," she scoffed. "My mom loved the attention and compliments too. My dad not so much."

He nodded again, then opted for a joke. "Guess you couldn't take me around them, huh?"

"Steven," she replied sternly. "Of course I would. As long as you promised not to flirt with my slutty cousins."

Hyde felt his face flush, and was thankful for the beard and the darkening sky for hiding it from Jackie's view. "Thought you couldn't be seen with scruffy guys."

"You could always shave."

"Not gonna happen."

"Well then it's a good thing my scruffy guy is good looking at least."

She squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back.

Goddammit, he thought to himself again as they approached the Hub, Jackie shouldering her way through the door. He was so unbelievably whipped.

Jackie liked all that cheesy, corny crap that Hyde would never admit to doing for her. He had a reputation to uphold and being with Jackie wasn't gonna change that. But the Hub was relatively empty and it was only him and Jackie at the table and she was munching happily on that burger he'd bought her and the used piece of tin foil was right there. Besides, he could always play it off as some sort of sick joke.

He was busy folding the piece of foil over when Jackie, after chewing and swallowing and wiping her mouth with a napkin, asked if he wanted a bite.

He smiled at her. She still had a bit of mustard smeared on the side of her mouth. "Nah, it's cool, you eat," he said, and plopped a fry in his mouth. Jackie shrugged and took another bite of her burger.

"It's good," she informed him after swallowing, reaching over to grab the cup of pop he had on the table.

He smirked again but didn't answer, ripping off a piece of the foil to make it smaller.

She didn't ask what he was doing, thank God, and didn't complain once about the silence. It was like this sometimes. They would sit down and just not have much to say, so they'd sit in each other's presence and just carry on doing whatever they were doing.

The first time it happened he'd thought it was weird. He'd been getting homework done (not that he cared about school, but he wasn't gonna slack off so much that he started failing and would have to repeat a year) and she'd strolled into his room, mouth going fifty miles a minute.

"Not now, Jackie, I'm busy," he had mumbled without looking up.

"Oh," she'd answered, stopping short and peering over his shoulder. "What are you doing?"

"This thing for class," he had said, looking up at her finally - then regretting it because she'd looked really pretty and was in her cheerleader uniform and he really didn't want to focus on school right then.

Jackie had bent down, kissed him quickly, then said, "Okay," and sat across from him, pulling her schoolbag over her lap and pulling out her own books.

He'd watched her weirdly for a second, but she said nothing else. She'd kept quiet, just as he had asked, and they sat together and did homework.

Sitting in silence didn't feel so weird after that. It was nice, actually. Getting to just be with her. Hyde shook his head to himself. Whipped. He was as bad as Forman by now. Maybe worse.

"So what if I got pregnant?"

Hyde choked as if he were the one eating. He looked up from what he was doing and glared at her.

"What? Take that back. Right now."

"Well earlier you said that's the only way you should get married. If your back's against the wall, remember?"

He blinked at her. "Quit talkin' like this before I have you committed."

"So you're saying if I got pregnant you wouldn't marry me?"

Hyde was sure that one, maybe both, of them had gone insane. No way was he sitting at a table listening to his girlfriend talk about pregnancy and marriage. How the hell did this happen to him?

"Jackie."

"Stop freaking out! I'm just curious, that's all."

"You know," he said after a long moment. "For the first time in months, I'm sitting right next to you, and I have no desire at all to screw you."

"Don't be crude," she scolded, scrunching up her face and taking another sip of their pop as if she didn't just say the two most cursed words in the English vocabulary within two minutes of each other.

"Don't talk about pregnancy and marriage," he countered.

"I think this is a healthy discussion."

Of course she did. "I think you're insane."

"Steven, come on," she pleaded.

"You wanna know the truth?" he asked, turning to his side and looking at her directly. "If you got pregnant right now, I'd marry ya. Cause I have to. Probably drop out of school. Then I'd resent you for it, you'd start hating me too. We'd just barely get by. You'd have to move into the basement with me and we'd never get any sleep cause the damn baby won't shut up; I'd start comin' home late, you'll start yellin' at me for it, and-"

"Okay, okay!" Jackie interrupted, holding up her hands. "I get it."

"Sounds miserable, doesn't it?" answered Hyde, smug and satisfied that he'd scared whatever it was that possessed her to bring this up.

"I hate you," she promised.

Hyde leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "Exactly."

"Here," he added as an afterthought, figuring now was as good a time as any to hand her the worthless 'ring' he'd fashioned out of her tinfoil. He warned, "Don't get excited, it's not a proposal. But, you know, since you like presents and things that shine."

Jackie stared at it for a second then burst out laughing. "Steven," she glowed. "Did you make me a ring out of greasy tinfoil?"

"You said you like to get stuff."

Jackie sighed dramatically and curved her hand around his cheek. "How do you make being cheap so cute?"

He shrugged her hand off with his shoulder. He hated being called cute. Or he was supposed to hate it, and hated the fact that he didn't hate it.

"See - I'm not so inconsiderate all the time," he pointed out.

Jackie frowned. "I called you cheap, not inconsiderate."

He raised an eyebrow at her, remembering his conversation with the guys earlier. I can't disappoint her cause I'm always disappointing her. He liked it that way - never giving too much so she didn't expect even more.

"You don't think I'm inconsiderate?" he asked disbelievingly.

"I think you pretend to be," she said simply. "So you have a reason to be a jerk sometimes." She patted his hand and gave him a placating smile. "But I know the truth, honey." Her smile faded. "So if you think you can get away with that, think again."

Hyde stared at her. She saw right through him as if it were easy, as if he wasn't just bragging to the guys about this brilliant strategy.

She was terrifying. And he was screwed.