𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 ♚ s. hyde ✔

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𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔠 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔬𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞

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The boys and I sit in our normal Circle, although it's almost definitely too early for a meeting of that nature.

Kelso stares blankly at the table, his head resting on my shoulder. "God, I miss Jackie. I can't sleep. I can't think. I can still eat, but... I mean, my life has no meaning. I'm dead inside."

"Oh, so that's what smells," Fez remarks.

Hyde wrinkles his nose. "Yeah, Mr. Broken Heart. When was the last time you took a bath, anyway?"

"Man, I'm so glad Donna's not Jackie," Eric giggles, his lips stained purple from his pop. "But I'll tell you what... I'm even more glad I'm not you. No offense."

I scoff, "Leave him alone. He's going through a hard time, and he doesn't smell bad! But seriously, you have to try to get over her. This lifestyle is really unhealthy."

"No, I have to get her back. I got it! I'll write her a song!" Michael jumps.

"Maybe the other way to get over Jackie is by letting her date other people. Foreign exchange people," Fez suggests.

"No, man, I think a song is a really great idea," Hyde grins, knowing full well that it isn't. "How about this one? 'You don't love me anymore. You caught me cheatin' with a whore.' See? Because Laurie's the whore!"

I inch closer to Fez as tears start trailing down Kelso's cheeks.

"I don't think it's the best idea," I say hesitantly. "Not unless you're very musically and lyrically talented."

"I'm going to write Jackie a song," the sniffling boy finalizes. "I've got to win her back because I just can't stop the tears, man!"

I fully shift my seat to sit by Fez. "Look, Mike, you know I love you, but all of my shirts are soaked through."

"Kelso, we talked about this," Eric says cautiously. "No crying in the circle."

Once he calms down, I lean against Fez's shoulder. "Are you guys doing anything this weekend? I feel like we should go somewhere."

"Yeah, we're going to see a movie on Saturday."

I furrow my eyebrows. "I thought Donna was planning to go out with you that day."

"I told her she could come with us if she wants."

My lips purse. "And what did she say?"

"That it's fine."

"Eric," I sigh. "'Fine' in lady speak means 'not fine'. She's almost guaranteed to be pissed at you for dismissing her like that."

"I didn't mean to dismiss her!" he yelps.