Disclaimer: I do not own That 70s Show.

A/N: Hey. So forewarning: this is probably not gonna be anything like Summer Lovin.' For starters, the chapters will be much shorter (no way I'm committing to 25ish chapters the same length as the ones in SL). They're probably only going to be literally one scene each that will fit in sometime during the episode. Though for some of the more episodes I'll probably elaborate on scenes that were actually in the show because I can't help myself, but I'll keep those limited because I don't want to bore people with reading what's already been written. This probably goes without saying, but just in case - the scenes also won't flow one right into the other because it's more of a compilation than a story with an actual plot. Since you already know the plot.

That being said, this WILL be Summer Lovin' compliant because I can't rewrite their history in my mind at this point. It's not super important and if you haven't that's fine, but if I make reference to something that's not in the show, it's probably because it's something I made up as canon in my head.

And also, because this doesn't have an actual plot (basically Through Their Eyes pt 2 lol) if you see me writing one-shots or short stories in between just let it happen. I get bored easily.

Lastly, just in case you were curious, all chapter titles are taken from the songs which the respective episodes are named after. Anyway. I very much hope you enjoy. Thank you for reading :)


There were plenty of things Kelso had been wrong about before. Most things, in fact, Kelso tended not to be right about. But he had never been more wrong than he was just now.

"Nothing ever changes around here."

If he only knew.

Course, at first glance you wouldn't be able to tell. The basement still had an old musty smell, tinged with the scent of weed that would never fully lift. Upstairs in the kitchen Mrs. Forman cooked, humming the same songs she always sang. The faint sounds of a dribbling basketball could be heard the moment you turned onto the street, coupled with loud laughs and complaints. And Point Place was as still and unmoving as it always was, growing chillier now that summer had shifted into fall.

To Kelso it may have seemed like nothing ever changed. But to Hyde, nothing was the same.

He now lived in a world where, moments after Kelso stormed out the door, he launched himself at Jackie, into her waiting arms, and let her pull him down onto her lips. He'd always liked kissing, but he liked it even more now, and did it more carefully and deliberately than he did before. Although lately they had been as rushed and desperate as they had when they first started making out.

"Steven, wait." He stopped kissing her as soon as she said it but didn't get very far - her hands wouldn't let him, tightening their grip on the back of his neck and holding his face close to hers. She'd been saying that a lot recently. Wait. As if she were nervous or scared of something. It was starting to make him nervous, and he hated being nervous.

"What is it?" he asked, forcing the same distant coldness in his tone he'd been using the last couple days.

It was getting increasingly harder, though, to pretend like she didn't make his pulse beat against the base of his throat. And he hated that she did. Hated that he was losing this battle and succumbing to her far faster than she was to him.

He was working on that, though. In due time and lots of practice he was sure he'd be able to numb down whatever the hell he felt for her into something so small he wouldn't even remember it existed. And until then he'd continue acting like he hated hearing her talk (which wasn't even that hard to pretend) and like he wasn't wondering just how much time they had left until this blew up in their faces.

He tried not to contemplate how this was just his luck – that of course the first girl he learned to tolerate for more than a week had to be the most complicated, complex, and frustrating one.

"Anyone can turn back around right now and catch us."

He raised an eyebrow. "Then I guess you better let me go so they don't catch us like this, huh?"

Color rose into her cheeks furiously and she unlinked her hands from around his neck and let them drop into her lap. He moved away from her and sat himself down on the couch too, his shoulder just barely brushing hers.

She cleared her throat awkwardly. Man. Since when did she start acting all awkward around him again? Well – he knew since when. And he wished she would quit it.

"So, um, you talked to Mrs. Forman, right?"

"Yup."

"And? What'd she say?"

Shrugging, he said, "Said she wouldn't tell anyone."

"That's it?"

"Other words were exchanged."

"Like?"

He sighed. "Doesn't matter, all right? I took care of it. I just told her it wasn't worth makin' a big deal outta cause we're just messing around."

"And she believed you?"

He glanced at her through the corner of his eyes. She was biting her bottom lip thoughtfully. He wondered what she was thinking.

"What's not to believe? It's the truth."

"Right. Well, we're going to have to be much more careful now. You know, now that Donna and Michael are back."

He turned his head to give her his most exasperated look. "No, really," he bit out sarcastically.

"Yes," she answered, ignoring the tone in his voice. "It's time you start practicing some self-control."

He laughed. "Yeah, okay."

"I'm serious."

He knew she was serious, which was the worst part. Jackie was dead-set on making sure no one – and especially not Kelso – find out what was happening. Theories and explanations for why were already overcrowding his mind. And they all had to do with him.

Hyde cleared his throat and tilted her face toward his. "I know all that. Would you relax? You're freakin' out's freakin' me out."

"I'm not freaking out!"

"Yeah, ya are."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am-"

He shut her up with another kiss, one that immediately became starved and all-encompassing. He kissed her till her body sank deeper into the couch and her fingers sank deeper into his hair. And the small sound that escaped her mouth was almost enough to arouse him, and then – "Steven, wait." Again.

He swallowed his impatience and frustration. She'd been like this since the day before Forman went to California – kissing him like the world depended on it then backing out the second it started to go any further. He had his suspicious as to why, of course, but they all pissed him off.

"What's wrong?" he asked her, leaving one hand on her face.

"Nothing. I just-"

"Jackie, listen," he said seriously. "If you're thinkin' about getting back together with Kelso that's fine and all, but at this point I think I deserve at least a fair warning before ya do." The accusation flew out him before he could realize how stupid and jealous it sounded.

"Michael?" she repeated. Hyde considered whether Jackie would ever stop calling Kelso Michael. "I haven't even thought about getting back together with him. I'm completely over him. When are you going to get that through your thick skull?"

Hyde ignored her use of his vocabulary and contemplated blurting out the answer that formed instantly in his head: as soon as you stop getting nervous every time I say his name. Even just now her breath had skipped and she'd dodged his eyes as she answered. He wasn't an idiot. He knew when he was being lied to, even if Jackie didn't realize she was doing the lying.

"Look, I don't care if you do or if you don't, all right? I just think I oughta know first."

Jackie looked thoroughly put off by that. "I know you don't care. I'm just answering your question." She folded her arms and huffed. Great.

"Look. It's been a long, nerve-wracking day. Why don't I just drop you home and I'll see ya tomorrow?"

"Fine," she grumbled.

"Good."

He stood up and held out a hand for her to help pull her up. She reached for it and stood, leaving her hand in his. They didn't move for several seconds, looking at each other studiously and cautiously at the same time. Hyde's eyes flicked momentarily down to their joined hands then back to her eyes.

He couldn't read what she was thinking, and the impossibility of their entire situation lit a fuse inside him. He drew her closer with the hand that was holding hers and lifted her chin softly with his fingers. When he bent his head to kiss her, her moved with purposeful slowness, not allowing the kiss to get hot and heated.

He kissed her the way he wanted to kiss her, not letting her take control, and letting his lips slide across hers gently and leisurely.

"Quit freakin' out," he said impassively.

"I'm not," she insisted again. But again her words didn't match her body language, and she dropped her hand from his before making her way to the door.


He slid the door shut and walked into the kitchen, nodding his head toward both Red and Mrs. Forman.

"Hey," he said by way of greeting, taking the seat opposite Red. It would be just the three of them tonight, seeing as Forman was taking dinner in his room to avoid talking to a still-pissed off Red.

"Steven," the man greeted, setting down the newspaper in his hand. "Back from dropping off your little girlfriend I see."

Hyde's head whipped in Kitty's direction and his eyes sent a disbelieving glare her way.

"Red!" she gasped, sounding as betrayed as he felt.

"She's not my girlfriend," Hyde answered immediately and dismissively, trying not to look shaken. He should've known once the drama of Forman running off to California died down that Mrs. Forman would direct her attention toward him. He'd just thought he'd convinced her not to say anything.

Red chuckled, glad to have information to hold over his head. "That's a deep hole you've dug for yourself there."

Hyde shrugged nonchalantly. "I know what I'm doing."

"You do, do you? Tweedle Dee's ex-girlfriend. Smart move. What was it - was it the beard?" Hyde pointedly ignored him. It was despite the beard actually. Jackie'd been getting on his nerves lately about shaving it all off. Which, of course, made him more determined to keep it.

"Now, Red," Kitty laughed nervously, sending apologetic glances toward Hyde. "Let's not get caught up in the teenage drama."

"What do you think, Kitty? Do you think once this all blows up we'll finally have less kids coming in and out of our house?"

Hyde scowled. Kitty grimaced.

"No one's gonna find out. Well, at least, not if no one else says anything." He shot Mrs. Forman another look. "There's not even anything to even find out. It doesn't mean anything."

"Do you know anything about women?"

Having had more than enough of this conversation, Hyde said, "You know what? I'm not hungry right now." He shoved the chair aside as he stood up, choosing not to focus on the amused and triumphant look on Red's face.

"Careful, son," he called as Hyde walked towards the stairs. "You sink too deep into that hole and there'll be no getting out."

Hyde didn't answer. He didn't have any further to sink. He'd already hit rock bottom, and for the life of him he couldn't see a way out.