❝ Why don't you ever say my name? ❞
❝ Because I'm terrified of the words that might come after it ❞
➪ Kara Pinciotti; she's a little sarcastic, a little rude, and just a bit clueless. That is, when she falls for Steven Hyde unexpectedly.
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EPISODE THREE Kara Pinciotti's bedroom 4:23pm
"Kara, Dylan Carver kissed you, and it wasn't just any kiss.. that was like totally hot," Jackie exasperates, sitting up against my headboard as she flips through a Cosmo magazine.
She isn't wrong— the kiss was magical, but something just didn't feel right about it when I woke up the next morning. I purse my lips, laying at the edge of the bed as my eyes scan the ceiling.
"I don't know. It was like a rainbow in my mouth, Jackie," I thought out loud, my gaze tracing the subtle lines stuck on the horizontal surface.
"You don't know?" Jackie's eyebrows deepen, her irises remaining on today's newest issue, "a rainbow sounds pretty freakin' awesome,"
My lips switch into a small smile. It's been a week since the truth or dare incident and everything seems to be back to normal with a few minor differences.
Hyde and I continued our little banters, Eric asked Donna to be his girlfriend, Kelso was still an idiot and Fez was spending a lot more time with Dylan Carver. And Jackie couldn't let go of the brief kiss I'd shared with him the night of the party.
I flip over onto my stomach, humming in acknowledgement. Sure a rainbow sounds nice, but it just isn't what I want.
"I don't know how to explain it. It's like.. a fairytale kiss is perfect, but it's too perfect you know?"
Jackie rips her eyes from the magazine, judging me harshly, "No, I don't know," I roll my eyes, racking my brain on how to get her to understand me.
"Okay so it's like.. rainbows are nice and pretty, but I want sparks. A kiss where I just want to rip someone's clothes off, and when Carver kissed me I didn't want to rip his clothes off," I shrug at the thought, feeling I had successfully explained it. The kiss just simply lacked passion.
Jackie groans, chucking the cosmo mag somewhere in my lilac sheets, "So you had the perfect kiss and it wasn't enough?" She gets up from my bed, pulling me up with her, "You're impossible,"
I shake my head knowingly, Of course she didn't get it. As much as I love Jackie, she's undeniably shallow and self centered. The extent of her concerns only reaching as far as her hair.
Yelling echos from the living room through the cracks of my bedroom door. My parents were arguing for the 3rd time today. It's been non stop since they got back from their trip. I'd be lying if I said them fighting all of the time wasn't starting to get to me, but like any normal teenager I shove it deep down.
