Author's Note: Looking back on the last one... that one was kinda, boring. /: Well, I say, thank goodness for getting that off my chest, upcoming chapters really need an explanation. Uploaded for those who still read this.

PS: Sorry it took me so long. Well, ages. (x_x) Fez was actually more of a challenge to write than I thought. :( I should of introduced Big Rhonda and Caroline by now, I am so sooo behind.

Oh yeah, and no music in this chapter. Sorry. Couldn't find any special events for it... um yeah.

PSS: If Eric could find time to date that 'slurpie slut' while Donna was with Casey, then I think the chances of Jackie and Fez having an on-and-off fling is more than likely.

Also... Spelling errors, grammars.

Sorry, it's been 3 months since the last update. I think I owe it to you guys. I'll fix it.

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"Coming Down Again"

Part lV

Fez's POV

It's only okay if she goes first.

Well, at least when we're outside her bedroom, or away from the guys... that is what she told me. I try to kiss her when we're surrounded by people, she shoves me away. I try to hold her hand at the mall, she rejects me.

Since the beginning of it all, it's always been this way.

When I told Kelso his girlfriend gets me in the pants, I didn't think it would be that soon.

Her presence around me to this very day still makes me feel very ill.

No matter how many times I wish could go back and undo everything, there was always this invisible rope pulling at my leg.

Yeah sure, it was a little bumpy in the beginning, but I liked it. It felt natural.

Ay, it all started at the freakin' disco, where I've truly fallen for her. Oh back then, how I hated Kelso and for a temporary amount of time, he was the center of my envy. Always kissing her, wrapping his arms around her, touching her... when Pam Macy and Eric's sister was just around the corner.

For the sake of my friendship and my insanity, I have mastered faking the emotion known as 'joy', so I won't jeopardize all that I've built with the guys.

'Oh Jackie, you and Hyde are like two peas in a pod.' 'Oh Hyde, you are hiding your feelings, because you love her.' '...Jackie and Hyde sitting in a tree...'

Oh god, that's disgusting!

I couldn't take it!

I hated it.

That absolutely made me sick...

I did not come all the way to this country to be brought down by my surroundings and I definitely didn't agree to pursue a taboo relationship, to get one-upped in love by a friend.

Especially my best friend.

Each time more repulsing than the last, I would sit there watching them suck face like two stupid monkeys, barging in on them constantly, purposely... so they would be sickened enough by my presence, not try it again. The thought of her dipping her tongue inside of someone else's mouth, made me resent everything to do with her to the core.

Hidden emotions resurfacing, I never got how she could move on fast, after all we've been through. Yes, I might have gotten upset that she picked Kelso over me, and I might of stormed off, because her indecisiveness, but crap— it was her fault.

What else could I have done?

I've already lost the first time, trying to compete for her heart, and no thanks.

I didn't want to get into that again.

The only part of Jackie that I'm allowed to carry with me, would be our little 'roller disco' escapades.

Believe it or not, that night also belongs to my wide collection of bad memories. One of my deepest regrets being, not kissing her. Oh, how I would of taken her hard. At least if I told that story about that night to the guys, they would of believed me.

Well, I guess I could blame myself on that one. More than weeks after that rainbow filled fiasco, I developed a habit of telling lies about 'loss of virginity', which made them lose interest in my stories. Not to mention, I blurt out things every now and then. My deepest darkest secret, occasionally spilled— well, mostly Jackie's... me doing it with her.

Dilemma often overlooked with hysteria, they didn't know if they actually took the time to connect the dots, what we had in our little posse would be no laughing matter.

And getting punched in the nads and losing the ones who are closest to me forever, isn't a very good look on me right now.

Going back to that one summer, after I found out about Hyde from Eric, the way that he was on top of Jackie like that... It nearly killed me.

I couldn't sleep...

...and when I did sleep, I wish I would never wake up, because of the pain and trouble she's brought me.

Stupid me, I should of stopped her right there, when she avoided saying that she loved me the week I fell for her again after graduation.

Or boobs.

Yes.

Maybe, just at boobs.

How much of an idiot, was I... Lending her a hand, right after she's screwed me over that many times.

Never an important piece for the role, always at the sidelines watching them play.

Like cat and mouse, Kelso and Hyde would go at it, fighting hard for love they didn't deserve, but what they didn't count on, was a snake.

As much as I hate to call myself something like that, if I remembered clearly, it was no other than me who made love to Jackie Burkhart behind the garage and in Donna's room. It was neither Kelso or Hyde.

Jackie practically had me on my hands and knees, bending to her every whim, just from a few words and provoking kitchen encounters.

By the way, I would like to thank the Bonneville company for making my life good and partially a living hell. On frequent, lonely nights, my mouth would still linger for the taste of those pastry sweet lips and candy-coated kisses.

Just lying alone would get me so hot. On and off thoughts would flicker. The way her wet, naked body would slap against mines in my host parents' shower while I plowed that sweet ass, would get me off so fast. That cute tailbone of hers would be the first place I had the honor of taking the virginity of anything.

Even something as simple as an article of clothing that belonged to Jackie or that napkin she used to wipe that painted tattoo away from that creamy hip of hers— you'd be surprised, I've gotten off of than more than any porno I've ever succeeded watching.

It never crossed my mind how I got this way. I don't even know how I got stuck collecting silly things like that.

I couldn't let go.

That was the problem.

The Playboy images Kelso supplies me with more often now, they could never compare to the touch of a real woman.

I need to be loved. I want to feel someone's hands on me. Girls made out of paper and ink don't move the way Jackie do, and they definitely don't make those sounds.

Even when I was with Rhonda, even when I had Nina, none of those feelings never compared to the ones I had for that girl.

'Good riddance', I say to that.

Bah, I wasn't too into them, anyway.

Nina don't know what love is. She didn't even try. The only reason she introduced me to her colorblind parents in the first place, was because I begged her. Then, just as I begin to feel attached, she goes and dumps me. That Nina, the first two times we did it, I was already performing better than her.

Those other 35 times, screw it.

I was just horny— I was just looking to show off.

And, and, when it would feel good, I would feel horrible.

I don't know how Jackie can even go through with sleeping with Kelso and Hyde after ever being involved with me, but knowing that I was sleeping with some other woman besides my lady love, made me feel rotten to the core.

Nina, oh precious Nina...

In a way, I guess I shouldn't talk lowly of her. Before she went from part time ex-girlfriend into full-time bitch, working at the DMV was quite pleasant and did have its benefits.

Like, it did got me this car... and for a little while, I did get to see what it is like to be top dog. From an upperhand point-of-view, not so shabby. Other than what I already know, I was just her dildo. Just like Eric's sister and every other woman that I've been involved with.

Personality wise, they were equally, one and the same.

Ay, I couldn't even look at their faces when I was doing it.

Hating myself for stooping to such a low level.

All of that effort just to make Jackie Burkhart jealous. But did it work? Well, for a while, but she'll recover. Jackie will always get me back.

That non-stop talking about doing it, the constant bragging about me being enchanted about Caroline's smile or Nina's 'booty'— all of it, was just a ploy. Yes, I was physically attracted to them, that is true with most women, but none of them had made me half-crazy like Jackie did.

She says, I make her crazy, when it's actually the other way around!

I especially love how she takes it all back in the next half hour, after we go off and do our own thing. Those forfeits, she often calls 'wins'... It's almost guaranteed, she will always find a way to use it against me later. Those challenges. That non-stop battle for power, it was all her idea. So what, she knows my weaknesses? Big deal. Screw control, I didn't want control. Just for a few, I wish Jackie would just accept that, outside of coitus, I am not a mean person.

Another example of disappointment, Jackie said if I were more domineering, she would leave Hyde for me in a heartbeat— but that would be just stupid.

What kind of friend would I be, if I actually followed through?

Laughable in the least, I could say it's very funny how we're still sitting next to each other to this day. As far as the guys know, my affection for Jackie is nothing but a creepy 'come and go' crush... and I didn't lose my virginity during the last semester of school, it was actually the first where I got lucky in.

Maybe... I don't know...

I think Jackie is just mad, because no matter how bad she looks at it, I'm the only one who can fulfill those fantasies.

My self destruction, partly, I blame on our first sexual experience. That's how I found out how good she was, and also how much of a lunatic she is.

Last November, 1977 - (Regular POV)

Gentle nudge.

Nudge.

Whisper. "Hey, Fez."

Nudge. Nudge.

". . ."

"Fez..?" Echo.

"Lover, wake up... did we fall asleep?"

slid off of her mattress and slid the curtains open, streaming in the prismatic arctic light that was giving heat to the glass. Over closed eyelids, everything was redorange above him. Bony fingers slowly opening, the window's revealed light poured a white sheen on his face, giving off a crisp illumination that warmed their faces and bodies. Fez parted his dry lips to speak. "Oh, I guess we did."

Vision adjusting like a blurry camera's lens, he lunged over the messy sheets, taking a moment to adjust himself. Over his shoulder, Jackie was already closing the last button on her blouse. Hopes dashing rapidly, a sudden disappointment jabbed at him when he missed out on taking a glimpse of her chest.

What color was her bra?

He had already forgotten.

"You... you, called me lover." Fez breathed, lazily spinning at her side.

"...mhm."

"..and..." Two of his hands searched his face, then his chest and lap. "I'm still here?"

Inattentive nod.

"So this means..."

Her shoulder facing him for a second, Jackie grabbed her bubble bristled hairbrush from the small drawer and began grooming herself with it.

"Oh, happy day. I guess it wasn't a dream after all."

Plastic item falling to the ground with a small tap, a high pitched scream boomed from her diaphragm when she was playfully snatched by the hips and thrown into the mattress.

"Fez!"

Jackie freaked.

The poor girl balled up her fists to beat him off of him, but was quickly hushed by his lips brushing against hers.

He kissed her.

To much equal content, Jackie eagerly accepts and lets herself melt into another embrace.

Palms resting neatly on his shoulders, Jackie was on top of him again. They talked for a bit about their favorite things, their hobbies, where things would go between them if everything continues to work out like the first few minutes of success as it did... and of course, school.

"So, does this feel real?" Slender arms surrounding his neck, damp lips would press several kisses along side his jawline and other places. "...and... this?"

Reclined and soaked in blissed, the newly found couple twitched at the startled by footsteps in the hallway.

"What's that?" Fez asked, pulling himself up a little.

"Nobody, there isn't be anyone home. My dad should be on a business meeting and my mom—"

Shoulder first, like a front-line quarterback, Kelso sent himself plummeting through the door with a lamp shade ridiculously slanted over his head. Rested in his big hand was a semi-fresh bouquet of flowers and a few presents.

WHAM!

"SURPRISE!"

Hopping off of Fez's body at the same time the door slammed opened, Jackie knowing called out the intruder's name shakily. "Michael?"

Jackie and looked back at Fez, who was just as traumatized as her, then back at the brown haired guy who was trapped inside the ridged decorated article of furniture. Both hearts skipped a beat when the outline of his physical presence confirmed it was him. "...Jackie?"

"Oh my god, Michael!"

Bodies rigid like frozen ice-pops, they sat in complete utter silence at what was unraveled in front of them.

"Micheal." Scared and moderately disturbed, she called again out rather hastily. "Wha—what are you doing here?"

Clumsy from the lacking guidance in his steps, Kelso held himself in a cluster of panic for a short moment. "Guh— I thought I heard you scream so I came here as fast as I can, to see what's wrong."

Lampshade still on his strand covered dome, he carried on. "...and... d'I came here to see my favorite girl..."

'Oh, please' scowl marked on his face, Fez kept at a silent composure and pulls his body off of Jackie's mattress while holding onto his belt to prevent it from clinking.

Poised like a baby giraffe and blushing furiously under his nostril produced body heat, Kelso knotted his striped gym-socked ankles, stepping towards the girl in an awkward twist. "...got'cha these."

Revealed from his left hand, he pulled out a cotton-blue stuffed bunny and an orange foil stick-balloon.

"...y'know... Just to say, I'm sorry. Because, we belong together and... that's, what I gotta do."

"Oh, Michael..."

Hands resting above his knees, the foreigner hung himself there, playing with his fingers for only a few seconds and then leaning towards the floor.

Spellbound for only a second, Jackie declined, barely snapping out of it. "No, Michael. I don't want these. I told you already, I don't wanna see you."

"Aw, man. But, Jackie..." Kelso's voice suddenly became very small. "I ran all the way here..." Tone constructing regularity again. "And, Eric ditched me because of Donna, then I forgot my pants when I was changin' 'em. Then, I had to run back home to get this balloon, because my dog had it and I was chasin' it 'n stuff..."

Light bulb concealing item being held secure in place above him by Jackie, she waved with another hand at Fez and mouthed 'go' as a signal for his escape.

Thankful that it wasn't his shoulders Jackie's anger was piling on, he went through her front door as instructed. The sounds of their voices fading when he made it passed her living room and dashes out to her front lawn, sauntering towards the sidewalk.

Today was a good day...

Dazed and confused at the same time at what had just happened, Fez pumps his first brightly in mid-air and twists it like a key. Proudly, he marched his way out of the residence. A smile as bright as the stars held on his face, it stretches even wider when he zoned out at the possibilities of the things he might share with Jackie in the future.

Proud and accomplished, just from a few feet away, Fez could see Hyde in his Nissan denim jacket. He was already standing outside the large house in his wine colored aviators. Pale skin flushed from the low Fahrenheit, one of his hands were equipped with a short stick of nicotine, dimly lit. The other, was tucked in his tattered grass stained jeans pocket.

"Whoa... Fez."

He blurted. "Don't tell Kelso!"

"Huh, what?"

"Nothing..."

"'Nothing... Nothing? That's all you have to say?"

Fez didn't think Hyde noticed, but he almost sounded like a nagging parent. "Pull up your pants!" Loose finger pointing at his hanging, undone belt, shrieking at him in an almost high-pitched voice at the last word. "I told you, you've got to control those urges, man!"

"Ay..."

Just like that, Fez stopped shivering from the cold and latched his belt back into place, pulling his silver zipper upwards.

"So—wai— what are you doing here? I thought you had to see your probation officer."

Snow melting under the setting sun, they treaded more and more away from the Burkhart property.

"Nope, never was a probation officer, Fez." Taking a hit from his fading roll of tobacco and flicking the top of his lighter, Hyde kept a hardy stance. "Said that to avoid Jackie."

'More Than a Feeling' almost on full blast on his radio, a young Eric Forman pulled over in his Vista Cruiser with a triumphant grin spread over his slim face. He stuck his head out the window, his foot light on the peddle. Car rolling very slowly. "You guys have got to know what Donna just did today while we were studying. It's so... wow."

Fez lit up. "Oo, let me guess... You two did it, and it was magical."

"Eh..."

Exactly when Forman pulled his key away from the ignition, right at the guitar solo, the music stops with him.

He looked back at Hyde.

Hyde does the same, then looked back at Fez.

"Fez, we've been doin' some talking and..."

Eric added."Yeah... about that..."

"We can't tell you this stuff anymore." Cough.

"Aw, why not?"

"You can say, it's one of life's mysteries." Hyde smacks the back of his jacket and smoothed the edges of his shoulder with the back of his palm. "Well, for you, at least." Chuckle.

"I don't get it."

Rough pat.

"Exactly, my man. That's the problem. These stories of us doing it with hot chicks, you can't relate. So, I think it's best to say... when you're not a virgin anymore, Forman and I will maybe, later on... enlighten you on that..."

From the driver's wheel, the skinny fellow agreed. "Yup."

"And that, Fez, is a much finer art than zen." Sniff. "That my man, is the art of..."

"Smokin' hot sex, baby!"

Loud high-fives and wrinkle-nosed snickering.

Dejection undetected, Fez slouched a bit.

Pink cheeks puffed like miniature air balloons, Hyde tapped his index finger on the end of his cigarette and sprinkled the ashes to the gravel, then drops the tobacco to the ground, crushing the ice-mixed soot with the tip of his uncle's oxford boots. With the underside of his fingers, he tugged on the Vista Cruiser's unlocked door, opening it, the frosty air, overlapping the heater.

Attired in half-assed agility, the frizzy haired rebel hurled himself into Eric's passenger seat, raising his buttocks slightly in the air with his knees pointed to the ceiling, grabbing the seat-belt from under him.

"So, anyway... about Donna..."

Grunt, exhale. "y'Forman. Tell me more at the basement."

Dreams of current events in his brain while fixing the collar of his shirt, the tanned skin boy kept himself mute.

"Fez, buddy, aren't you gonna hop in?" Spirited blue eyes pointed at the empty seats that were offered in the back.

"Nah... That's okay... I..." Gripping an excuse. "...have to go..."

Eric and Hyde blinked observantly and traded peculiar glances at the foreigner.

Fez skimmed through his mind for similar words to 'abode'. Emphasizing his 'h'. "Home..."

Another short set of a few short blinks.

"...to do some things..."

Elation fading, 'masturbation' had to be it.

"Man, seriously, too much information there, Fez." Hyde gibed. "That's way too much to fathom in one day."

"Oh, sorry about that."

Fez resumed bidding his two friends farewell by walking backwards normally, then turning around the other direction and hurdling over a flat bush sideways like a giddy olympics track runner.

The Hub - (Two days later...)

"...and in the end, I was so relieved, because then I found out they were my mom's and..."

"Okay, okay, now— ew, Donna. You've already told me the panties story a million times. Let's change the subject and talk about something more interesting this time."

"Ohh... You mean, like you?"

"Oh my god!" Squeak. Clapping. "How'd you know?"

Knowing it would eventually come to that, Donna just nodded along and agreed with her.

Said very blandly. "I had a hunch."

Stack of homework being placed away to make room for her food, Donna gestured as she spoke. "Okay Jackie, let's talk about you, then."

Straightening up her long fur jacket with a long fixated stare, the brunette sat up straight-backed with a quirky smile, lifting her round cheekbones.

"You like Fez." Donna teased, getting ready to snicker.

"Oh, don't even start, you..."

"Hold on, hold on. Wait. I didn't finish yet."

Jackie crossed her arms over her chest.

"...and Chip and Hyde." Firm and collective while keeping serene, the redhead removed her hand from her paper tray containing the corn-dog she had just bit and a group of fries. "Are you listening?"

"Yes."

"Really, though. This is some real, serious stuff here. Like, in 3rd period, Chip asked me about you... that scared me."

Donna clung to her blazer-jacket shoulders, sampling chills. "And— I know it's like, none of my business, with the whole ' kissing experimenting' thing you've got there... but that makes four." Holding up a pale hand up with her thumb bent inside her palm. "Four guys, Jackie, that you have no intention in going out with. Or is that all I know..."

Cheeks tinged in a scarlet color in sheer embarrassment, the brunette sunk to her seat with a heavy sigh when her friend cornered her with a question.

"What are you going to do?"

"Donna, I already told you, I don't know. And the kissing part, you're wrong. I never kissed Chip, neither have I kissed Hyde."

Chewing on her french fry. "Hnh, what about Kelso?"

"You mean, Micheal?"

Much disgust was in her features during that reply. "Euch, what about Michael? Except, I did the best I could and I just might give up on him, completely. There is not a single romantic bone in his body! And after what he's done to me? No. No, he's the one that should feel guilty. He isn't even an option. "

Jackie shook her head, removing the straw and top from her cup of cola and sipping it.

"Well, glad you feel so strongly about that. I just wonder what you're going to do about all the..."

Watching the dainty girl give her the 'hairy eyeball' across the table, the redhead finished. "The attention, Jackie."

"Yeah, you're jealous because I'm popular. What else is there to know?"

"Seriously." Donna warned again. "You should really like, hurry up and just like— pick one, before the pressure catches up to you and, y'know, bites you in the ass in the end."

Basic and uncaring with delivered speech. Jackie flopped her hands and rests both on her laps and confessed. "I'm not being serious."

"Huh?"

"I'm not being serious with any of them." Halfway fizzy from her bottle of pop, she tittered. "Chip asked me on a date!"

Gaze recovering from dimming, her often called 'lumberjack' friend thought she was either being pyscho, or things weren't being heard right. Ginger eyelashes touched her eyelids and barely bulged out of their sockets at that exclamation. "Wait just a second, I'm lost. I thought—"

"Don't worry Donna, I don't 'like' him. I just going to see if Steven is capable of getting jealous. Plus, I've got plenty of time to pick the perfect boyfriend. I don't see what's the big deal."

"Hnh-heh. Yeah, you're right. Because it's totally your life and what you're doing is so not slutty, and doesn't go against the means of most women struggle."

"You see..." Pointed finger retracting back the fur slabs of her coat. "Wait, h'what?"

Exhale. "Nevermind."

"You're overreacting, Donna. Choices like these, they don't just drop in your lap. It takes time, patience... stamina." More giggling. "Well, I'm pretty, so that doesn't really count for me. Like this." Pulling her fingers into her palm and squeezing it. "You have ta grasp it, y'know?" Jackie bounced up from her cushion seat then sitting back down. "So what do you think?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask my crystal ball?" Boorish acrimony was marked in her arched brow expression.

That didn't come clear to Jackie at all. "...crystal ball? Huh?"

Indifferent from the lack of adherence, Donna didn't say anything.

"Oh! That reminds me! This will be the perfect opportunity to test out my number 8-ball!"

Getting ready to head out the exit door, Jackie snagged her long strappy purse away from the table and struts quickly away, until the flame haired tomboy reels her back in with a bothersome suggestion.

"Or, you could end this now, and pick Fez..."

Heels loosing it's 'click', the snobby girl twirled around slowly and retreated back to her seat with a gentle breeze that followed her settled movement.

"...Donna?"

"Hey, before you get pissed, I'll just say this..." Truth reserved in her alto windpipe, Donna carried on. "At the movies, it was dark there, but don't think because our backs were turned, no one saw the way you were freakin' touching him."

"Huh, what?"

"...and the way you were holding onto Fez when Kelso went off to get Snowcaps. You sneaky bitch, don't think I didn't see you." Kissy face. "Mwuh. Mwuh. Mwuh. And the way you basically shoved that poor girl asking for directions out of the way, while we were getting tickets. Didn't know you were so possessive."

Fuming irritation by the accurate note of bothersome analysis, Jackie dropped her purse and wrenched her arm across the food holding platform to shut her up with a pinch, but was blocked with a french-fried occupied hand. "Oh my god, look at you, you're as red as a tomato! You're bu-lushing!"

There was no explanation for what had been said. Ticked off practically, she had to corner her with a believable excuse. "You ever seem to think, Donna? That, maybe 'friends' hold onto each other tight when they're scared? She was in the way." Verbal attack slowly encroaching. "And really, how many times I have to tell you? I don't like Fez."

Not giving her a chance to speak when she saw her suck her lips in that tight, annoying smile.

Abrupt and repeated. "Donna, I don't like FEZ."

"Jackie, the way you two keep grabbing at each other in line and making those googly faces, I'd say it's pretty obvious that you two have this thin—"

"Donna, if you don't stop right now, I'm gonna hit you."

Backing off now, she watch her sigh through her nose and pull back her jeering, ongoing stride. "Okay, okay." She would mutter, taking a small gulp her classic cola. "Take it easy." Side slump. "I was only teasing, no need to get all defensive." Chortle.

Not missing when she pinched her that time. "Well, it's too late."

"Hh-hey, ow!" Titter. "Okay, you win. You win! God."

Slow chewing. "Wow, I've never seen you so serious before. Well, not since you thought Kelso got you, y'know... preg—"

Selective hearing used again, the brown haired girl changes the subject out of nowhere.

"Now, back to me." Deviating from the confrontation, Jackie thought it would be best to magnify her self-absorbed brilliance with small, senseless chatter.

"It just feels so good to have power over men, you know? I bet I could get any one of them and I don't even have to try."

"Okay, what ever happened to the Jackie Burkhart I know, and what have you done with her?"

"Because, you're not making any sense. You sound... weird." Light reddish eyelashes aligned in a diamond shaped squint. "Almost like, Laurie."

"Oho... Ohh, now you've really crossed the line." Verbally, Jackie gave Donna at least five passage on why she was wrong and why she was right. " and it's just a kissing. Just. Kissing. It's not like I'm sleeping with them or anything. And I can't help if you envy me, because I have more options than you!"

Icy on her deliverance, Jackie's glass cutting mouth was quiet enough for everyone nearby not to notice, but loud enough for Donna to hear.

"Okay first off, Chip is an ass, and second, do you mean the same guys at the basement?" Infuriated, upwards she rose. "The same guys that spy on me in the shower, try to cop a feel on me and go through my underwear drawer?"

"...Those ones?"

Silent, the wavy haired brunette stirred her open-lid drink in discontent with her straw.

"Ho, my god Jackie. Not only was that so self-centered, but that is the most immature thing I've heard all day."

"Well... if Eric's the best you can do..."

"No, this is way different. Eric's loves me. He's been there for me, for like, ever— and probably will. And I'm sorry, I'm not you... I don't need to make-out with like 50 guys to show that I'm sexy and popular."

Food being left on the table, Donna brought herself to full height, folds her books and binders closed and pulled them closest to her chest.

"...oh yeah, and one last thing."

It was now Jackie's turn to close her arms over her torso, she furrowed her brow at the tall girl. "And like, I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but you can just— You could just get bent!"

Gasp. "Aah!"

A/N: Aww, Donna and Jackie fight. :c Noooo.

Well, that pretty much sums up the next event, for now. Haha. If you noticed the change in the timing, it's Fall here now. Caught up with the eps. Yeahhh...

Anywhos, just wanted to apologize real fast for being so slow.

And also, sorry... nobody bones in this chapter.

Lol. I feel like Fez now in the 'Kiss of Death' episode. "No sex now."

If you guys want the story to get far enough, for those scenes...

Please review.

Stay clear of the next chapter, that might come sooner than you think.