Disclaimer: I do not own That 70s Show. This is written for fanfiction and entertainment purposes only.

Author's Note: So, this is a story when you don't like your brother's girlfriend, but you have to anyway. I'm sure you've been like me once and was in that situation before with your brother or sister lol. That's how Rachel Hyde feels. But will she eventually like Jackie? Read to find out. The beginning of this story just shows what Rachel and Steven's home life was like. Also, who do you want Rachel to be with? Eric, Kelso, or even Fez? I thought about Eric, but not sure because of Donna. What do you think? I hope you enjoy the story and please review! :)


Eric drove us around in his Vista Cruiser during one night. Sure, it was cool that dorky little Eric Forman got the Cruiser, but it lost its spark after we've just been driving around all the time. That's what we mostly do nowadays.

Also, I hate being cramped inside this thing in the back with the guys.

"Guys, can we do something else besides cruise?" Even my twin brother, Steven, was bored of it. "It's the third time tonight we've driven by that house!"

Huh? Really? I guess I didn't notice...

"You know what we could do..." Kelso trailed off being excited for his idea. Which could mean something good or something bad. And knowing Michael Kelso, well, he never thought of any good ideas. "We could go skinny dipping! Naked! That's the way God intended!"

"No way." Jackie Burkhart (or as I like to call her 'Barbie') refused. I have to actually agree with her on that which was rare for me to agree with her on anything.

"Why not? It'd be fun." Kelso insisted.

"I rather not see my little sister naked. Thanks." Steven said curtly. He sat in the passenger seat.

"There would be no way I'll see you naked either," I shared the same unpleasant sentiment. I was sitting in between Jackie and Fez, our foreign friend. "And what's up with the 'little sister' crap? We're twins incase if you haven't noticed!"

We're twins and we do look a lot alike except for the obvious fact of our different intimate body parts. We even have the same kind of hair; brown and curly, but his was more of an afro which I have no idea where the heck that came from, and mine was longer down to my waist.

"Yeah, but I'm five minutes older than you." Steven bragged and I could tell he had a smug smirk on his face.

I just rolled my eyes and shook my head. He's unbelievable.

Steven may act zen at all times, but only I could get some emotion out of him and be able to read him. We're siblings. We've been through a lot. Especially, because of our drunkard whore of a mother. We only have each other. Despite his rough edged attitude, he's been the best brother to me and was always there. And so I was for him, of course.

He was like a big brother to me even though we're twins. Very protective. Made sure I was off limits to the guys. Especially, to Michael Kelso. The guy who would hump everything that moved. If Kelso and I happened to sleep with each other, (and that's big fat if!) I'm a hundred percent sure Steven would beat him up. But I definitely knew better than to hop in bed with Kelso.

"You guys don't have to look at each other!" Kelso exclaimed. "That'll be incest if you do!"

No one bothered to correct his stupidity about that comment. We're just all so used to it.

As much as I didn't want to do it, he had a point. When was I ever going to get another chance to go skinny dipping again? With people who I'm actually comfortable with and that they're like family to me.

Yes, even Jackie.

"Well..." I considered it.

"What? Oh, come on, Rachel." Steven pleaded against it, craning his neck to look at me.

"It'll be fun!" I smiled at him, but then added being dead serious pointing my finger at him. "Just don't you dare look at me!"

"Same here." He settled and turned to the front.

"Well, sure, it's fun for you guys, cause you'd get to look at us, and that's a treat!" Jackie and I chuckled at that. "But we just get to look at you and that's nasty!" Donna said, making a gross face. She sat up at the front next to Eric.

"So, you don't wanna do it?" He asked her.

"Well, I don't care, I'll do it."

"Oh, okay, I'm in!" Eric was a bit surprised at first, but was also excited.

"Naked is dirty!" Fez grinned and then sang. "Dirty, dirty, dirty! Dirty, dirty, dirty!"

All of us joined in happily with him singing and dancing.

"Dirty, dirty, dirty! Dirty, dirty, dirty!"

Then later...it became not so fun anymore...

Sure, we had fun goofing off in the water, but when we got out to leave, our clothes got stolen.

Yes.

Our clothes. Got. Stolen.

You could only imagine how that fiasco went.

Now, all of us are sitting in Eric's Vista Cruiser being wet and naked. And miserable.

This turned out to be such a fun night...

Kelso and Steven were giggling and playfully rubbed their naked arms against each other. Kelso kept bumping into me and it was getting on my nerves.

"Will you two stop it?!" I hissed at them as if they're children.

Fortunately, they did, after my brother flicked at Kelso's arm a few times. I rolled my eyes at them. They can be such immature boys at times.

"This was such a great idea, Michael! This was so much fun!" Jackie said sarcastically. "Oh, wait, except for the part where our clothes got stolen, you idiot!"

I glared at Kelso and he was taken slightly aback by how fierce I looked. This was another one of his not so good ideas. My arms had to cover my chest just like how Donna and Jackie had to do.

"By the way, Fez, nice tattoo, man." Steven complimented.

"Thank you. It is the blessed Virgin of Jerbalinda," Fez explained. "Do you want to see her dance?"

"NO!" All of us shouted.

I shuddered at the thought of seeing...that.

"Look, guys, we need a plan," Eric said. "I am not about to drive up to the house with a car full of naked people. Red hates you guys when you're dressed."

"We can go to my house." Steven offered.

If we weren't naked and if I was sitting next to him, I could hug him right about now.

"Oh, yes! Please!" I begged with relief. "Let me put on my clothes!"

"Your Mom's used to having naked guys around." Kelso joked.

Steven and I glared at him. We see his stupid grin plastered on his face.

"She's not even home, you moron!" Steven angrily said and we both started punching Kelso's arms for saying that. Only Steven punched him more than I did. He deserved it.

"Put on the top forty." Fez stood up and leaned over from the backseat to change the radio, but I nearly screamed in horror that I was about to see his...you know what. I shielded my eyes. They've been through enough for today.

"Wow! Sit down, Fez! I see London, I see Besticle!" Steven stopped him and he sat back down.

"Well, what do you want me to do about it?" He rolled his eyes.

"I don't know, tuck it in!" Steven ordered, and I looked away from Fez while he was doing it.


No matter how shitty my home was, it's always good to be in it. I desperately wanted to take a shower right away, but I couldn't because I shouldn't use up all of the hot water.

Donna and Jackie was changing in my bedroom with me. Donna had on my clothing that I gave to her, but Jackie didn't want to wear any of mine or Edna's. She thought Edna's clothing was whore-y (which was true), and she didn't like any of mine. My clothes were in dark colors and I mostly have band shirts and Steven's old shirts that he gave to me. So, Jackie decided to act ungrateful and be rolled up in blanket.

It's really hard to be around her sometimes.

We eventually came out of my bedroom to the guys in the living room.

"Jackie, you couldn't find anything?" Steven asked her as he sat on the chair.

"Okay, no offense, Hyde, but all your mother's clothes are whore-y and your sister's clothes are ugly."

My brother gets called by 'Hyde' to everyone else, but for me as his sister, I always called him Steven. The others just called me Rachel and I was fine with that.

I raised an eyebrow at her for her remark.

"But they look great on you!" Jackie insisted, but I wasn't convinced.

"Thanks, Jackie." I muttered.

It's not that I became self conscious or insecure about what Barbie thought of my wardrobe, but did she really have to lie like that?

Steven tossed Donna and I a beer of our own. I opened mine and took a swig.

"Michael, can you please take me home?" Jackie walked over to him. "Look, I think I caught something at the reservoir."

"Like an eel?" He joked and the rest of the guys laughed.

"Not that, you idiot!" She slapped him on his shoulder. "I think I'm sick!"

"Oh, I caught an eel." Fez smiled proudly.

Steven looked at him and moved farther in his seat being disturbed. I didn't blame him.


We're at the Formans. Some place of normalcy. Even though Eric's father can be a hard ass. He came walking downstairs looking annoyed.

"Eric!" He approached his son. "I thought I told you to wash up for dinner. I know, it's difficult to hear with your head up your ass. Get a move on!"

Fez got up and walked to him. I knew this would be a bad mistake. Red didn't like any of us, but he mostly didn't like the foreign kid.

"Oh, Red," Fez put his arm around him. "You need to relax. Anger is bad for the soul." He pointed at his heart with a smile.

It's Fez, right?" Red asked.

"Yes."

"Get out!" He scowled.

"Okay!" Fez obeyed and rushed out of the Forman house.

"C'mon, wash up." Red told Eric.

"Hey, Dad, can I talk to you for a sec?" He asked and pulled his father aside as they talked close to the stairs.

It was just me and Steven while they talked. I really didn't bother with him to ask what's for dinner. We had to find scraps around the house and call it a meal. Just yesterday we had to have toast with butter for dinner. He had a lot on his mind. Since Edna left us, he's mostly been the main provider for me and I knew he was trying. I couldn't watch to see him struggle. I just have to find a job so he wouldn't have to do everything.

After Eric was done talking to his father, Red pointed at us.

"But you two have to fill up on bread! And the two of you are splitting a pork chop."

We both grinned.

Wow! Actual food this time.

"Thanks, man," Steven grinned to Eric.

"Yeah, thanks," I couldn't help to grin, too. "Pork is such a delicacy for us."

"Yeah, no problem." Eric said nonchalantly.

"You do know you're not getting any of that pork chop." Steven looked at me and I smirked sensing a challenge.

"Oh, really?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow.

Then we raced upstairs and Steven kept pushing and shoving Eric and I out of the way so he could win. Even if he did win, I could just get some of Eric's.


At home, Steven was arguing with our so-called mother. I talked to her first, but stopped after I called her a bitch for being selfish and a horrible mother to us. Then she called a me a stream of colorful words and that we've ruined her youth. Steven had to angrily rip the phone out of my hands and was yelling at her.

Why couldn't my life be normal? Have a normal family like Eric or Donna's?

I was trying hard not to cry at what Edna called me. I wish I could be like Steven and be zen, but I knew I couldn't do it. I was too emotional and I hated it when anyone can see me cry. It was weak.

"Yeah, I couldn't help noticing that you're not home yet...oh, is that right?" Steven asked angrily.

Then I saw Eric standing at the front of the screen door. I was surprised to see him and quickly wiped my tears away. None of the guys (except for Steven) have seen me cry before. Not about to ruin that reputation.

I opened the door for him as Steven talked with Edna and noticed that Eric brought two sandwiches.

"Hey, Eric." I didn't like how shaky and vulnerable my voice was after crying.

"Hey." He said softly and I couldn't help to think how cute he was.

But I knew Eric was off limits. He and Donna were together. Eric wasn't really my type anyway.

Too dorky.

"Okay, great, yeah! No, no, no, you know, whatever makes you happy!" Steven exclaimed and threw the phone across the room. I winced.

"We have company, Steven." I told him in a small voice.

"Hey, Forman." He finally noticed Eric.

"Hi."

"Make yourself at home! We're out of beer, but if you want, you can break something."

"Actually, I had my eye on the phone, so...hey, what's that?"

He pointed at our luxurious dinner.

"It's crackers with ketchup on for..."

"Zest." I filled in and took one to eat it.

"Right."

"Okay. Well, I'm just gonna guess that Edna's not coming back." Eric figured.

"No, man. She's just been delayed a little bit."

Steven knew that was delusional thinking at this point. He just didn't want to upset me any more by being disappointed in our 'mother'. As if I couldn't handle the truth.

"Oh, okay." Eric said, sitting down on the armchair. Then glanced in front of him. "Didn't there used to be a TV there?"

"Yeah, I pawned it."

Steven and I had a fight over that. I didn't think it was a good idea and that's when we argued.

"You pawned your Mom's TV?" Eric was shocked. "Hyde, she's not coming back."

"That's what I've been telling him." I crossed my arms as I sat on the couch with my brother.

"So, what are you - what are you gonna do?"

"Sell the house."

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.

"You rent!"

"I guess I'm in more trouble than I thought." He quipped and ate a cracker. I took another one.

"No, Hyde! I'm serious here! You need help, my friend!"

He stood up. "No, Forman! You would need help! We're fine!"

I tiredly sighed. It was obvious we weren't and my brother was on the verge of a meltdown. But in front of Eric, he was keeping his cool.

"I brought you guys these sandwiches." Eric handed them out to us and our greedy and starving eyes lit up at the sight of real food.

I hesitated to look at Steven if he'd take it first. I knew he hates any kind of charity for us like I do, but we're desperate when it came to food.

"Fine, we'll take your sandwiches."

He took one and so did I much to my relief. We were eating like animals, but that's only because we haven't eaten in days.

"After this, no more help." Steven said in between bites.


The next day, much to our surprise, Red and Kitty Forman were here.

"You, um..." Red paused awkwardly as if to find something for small talk. "You need a coffee table."

"Yeah, that'll really pull the room together." Steven remarked sarcastically and I chuckled.

I sat in the armchair and the guys just sat on the couch.

"Steven, Rachel...I was going to clean your kitchen for you, but, um...frankly, I'm afraid!" Kitty nervously confessed.

"Looks like they've got everything under control," Red said, getting up from his seat. "Kitty, I'll be in the car-"

"Red," His wife interrupted. Red sighed and turned around. She looked at us to offer. "Steven, Rachel, why don't you two go to your rooms and gather some clothes and I'll do a load of wash for the both of you at our house?"

Steven and I exchanged surprised glances at each other. Clean clothes. That sounds nice. Edna never done any small stuff like that for us before. It's been forever to have fresh laundry.

"Cool." We said being amazed and headed for our bedrooms.

We quickly gathered our clothing and stuffed them into bags.

"Is this actually happening?" I asked him as we walked out of our rooms. A part of me still wonders if this was a dream or not.

"I think so." Steven answered.

We both came out of our rooms to find Red yelling and swearing at us. I was actually afraid of seeing him like this. No wonder Eric would get scared of Red sometimes. I cowered behind Steven for protection.

Basically to keep it G rated, we're allowed to go live with them at their house.

Mine and Steven's eyes widened in fear for a moment and we exchanged looks at each other as if it was safe to go yet. When we realized it was, we hurriedly left to their car.

Looks like neither of us would have to see this shit hole anymore.


"You know, Red really yelled at us, Forman!" Steven was angrily pacing back and forth on the floor of the basement.

"Yeah, um, get used to that." Eric smirked.

"I thought I saw a vein on his forehead." I recalled. I was sitting next to him on the couch.

"This blows, man," Steven continued. "When we were living at home, we didn't have to listen to anybody."

"Except I had to listen to you." I pointed out with slight annoyance.

"That's because I was the man of the house, Rachel." He said in an obvious way.

I rolled my eyes even though it was true. He was a better parent to me than Edna was and I tried to show my motherly side for him. Even though I didn't have a good motherly figure to be an example.

"I made my own rules!" He pointed an accusing finger at Eric. "You screwed us, Forman! I told you this is none of your business!"

"Oh, stop it, Steven!" I looked at him being annoyed and tired of his tough attitude. "This is the best thing that ever happened to us! Just admit it!"

He was about to say something until Eric's mother came downstairs with a tray of something. Steven sat on his chair.

"Steven, Rachel, Eric," Kitty said happily. "Here's your cocoa."

She handed it to each of us. On the small plate, there were some cookies.

"Thanks, Mrs. Forman." Steven and I thanked her. I noticed how extra sweet Steven acted to her. Eric and I were smirking at that.

"Thanks, Mom."

Then she kissed us both on our heads before going upstairs.

"You're lucky I don't kick your ass!" Steven threatened once Kitty was out of earshot. He could talk big, but I know he would never do that to him. But then he looked Eric hopefully. "Are you gonna eat your cookies?"

Eric put his cookies in his saucer dish. I just shook my head at Steven. For everything that Eric have done for us, I gave him one of my cookies.

Eric looked at me appreciatively. "Thanks."

I tried really hard not to blush. "No problem."