Title: Deceitful Musings
Part: 2
Rating: umm... PG?
Author: Randa [email protected]
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I wouldn't have to write this annoying
disclaimer.
Dedication: To net-addiction. Without you, I would not be sleep-deprived enough to write this. Plus all the other writers on the Hyde-n-Jackie list. You really inspired me, guys... (sniff)
Rating: A whopping PG-13 for language.
Note: Pretty short, but I'll write more later. I'll have a little more action and a little less Hyde in denial in my next part. Maybe.
I just spent two hours going through my closet. Pathetic, huh? I, who own
three pairs of jeans and an assortment of rock-and-roll T-shirts, most of
which are stained or torn in some way, spent two hours going through my
closet for something to wear to the movies with JACKIE. Not that I care what
she thinks. I don't. I just...feel like dressing up. That's it. Dressing
up.
Finally I just got pissed and grabbed my newest Aerosmith shirt and
least-torn jeans. And then put them back and got my Led Zeppelin shirt. And
then grabbed the Aerosmith. And so on, and so on, for about thirty minutes.
Until I caught the Led Zeppelin shirt on the door of the closet and tore it
right down the center. Perfect. Now I've got to wear Aerosmith. I WANTED
Led Zeppelin! I think.
Looking up at the clock, I see that I've got about ten minutes until I have
to pick up Jackie. Muttering an assortment of curse words every bit as large
as my T-shirt collection, I run into the bathroom and start to clean myself
up.
First, I shaved. Because my three-day shadow is starting to annoy me. It
had absolutely NOTHING to do with the fact that I might kiss her and I don't
want to scratch her face, and if you think any different you're a damn fool!
Next, I brushed my teeth and flossed carefully, tossing a couple of
breathmints into my pocket for the simple reason that I like the way they
taste. It had nothing to do with the aforementioned kiss. Absolutely
nothing. Nadda. Zilch. Zero.
After that, I combed my hair. I did NOT preen! I don't preen. Who do I
look like? Kelso? I think not. All in all, I think it made for a pretty
nice picture. I look good. Much better than Kelso. Where did this sudden
rivalry with Kelso came from, anyway? I have no clue. Absolutely none.
What's so great about Kelso anyway? Okay, so he has that stupid football
player build. So what? If I wanted muscles like that, I'd get them. And
I'd do it much better than him. But I don't. So I won't. And I am NOT
wondering if Jackie likes guys with muscles. I was just ... what the Hell
does it matter what I was doing?
Damn! I've stood here theorizing for way too long. If I don't hurry and get
gone, I'm gonna be late. And I don't wanna be late because ... just because.
Okay. I'm in the car. I've got the radio turned up, jamming to Def Leppard.
This song rules! I wonder if Jackie's as good at dancing to rock as she is
to disco? Damn, she looks like she would be... Rock is a lot more fun to
dance to. Not that I have that much experience with dancing in any form.
All right, I have NO experience with dancing in any form. Unless you count
that whole disco disaster from my lusting-after-Donna faze. Which I don't.
What the Hell was I thinking back then, anyway? I mean, Donna's great, but
Jackie's... SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I refuse to think this!
Anyway...where was I? Oh yeah. Dancing. From what I've seen rock looks
like so much more of a... contact dance. I can just see it now... NO! I
cannot see it now! I do not WANT to see it now! And anyone who tells you
otherwise is a damn liar!
Great. I almost hit a tree. I almost hit a tree because I was NOT thinking
of dancing with Jackie. Oh yeah. Great start to the night. Maybe I should
just turn around and start back home. But I won't. Poor kid... Can't just
leave her hanging. That IS SO the reason! Just shut up. Okay? Shut up.
Eric's house is coming into view. The whole gang is sitting on the porch.
What are they -- Those bastards! I am SO going to kick Foreman's ass for
this. He's the only one with the brainpower to think of this. Well, except
for Donna. And Donna is usually only cruel when she's high.
Who the Hell do they think they are? They're gonna die! Every single one of
them! They WILL pay for this. And yet, as I drive the rest of the way to
Jackie's house, trying to ignore the fact that I'm speeding (mainly because I
really don't want to think about how I'm still on probation and if I get
pulled over I'll probably be arrested and I really don't mind chancing it all
that much because I can't wait to see her), I can't help a slight grin.
Doesn't mean I'm not gonna kick their asses. Of course I am! They hung a
freaking banner from the roof of Eric's house!
HYDE-N-JACKIE, SITTING IN A TREE!!
I mean, what are we? Nine? Bastards.
To be continued....
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