A/N: Hey, friends, remember when I asked for suggestions and you gave them to me and I promised I'd use them? Well yes, I remember too! I'll use them eventually, after I resolve this conflict. Which will be…I don't know when. And I think I have loads of cute new ideas, so this may not be ending as soon as I thought. Yay, good news! My love for writing this story has recently been renewed, so that's good for you.

The group of high school kids sat around Eric Forman's basement, squabbling.

"Michael, let somebody else have the remote!" Jackie was, as usual, taking the lead in the conversation and earning Red's nickname for her, "the loud one."

Michael pouted at Jackie and whined, "why? I've been changing channels since I was, like, four!"

Fez joined in the couple's conversation from his place in the basement. "Yes, but whenever you are in charge, you just put on cartoons or topless girls…Jackie, maybe you should let Kelso do it."

"Fez, in case you haven't noticed, there are two girls here! I'm sure Eric doesn't want to watch that sort of thing with his own girlfriend here!" Her comment was directed more at Kelso than anyone else.

Eric sighed and snatched the remote to stop the bickering. It was his house after all, so he grabbed it and changed one channel higher.

It was Charlie's Angles.

He looked blankly at the screen. Hyde had figured out that he was practically censoring what they watched last night, hadn't he? It was hard to tell what Hyde thought sometimes. Forman flipped channels again.

Scooby Doo. Much better.

"Him!" Fez was soon pointing out to the television screen, which was rudely ignoring him. "It is always the old man!"

Kelso shook his head, floppy hair swaying. "No way, man, it's totally the hot chick in the skirt." Jackie looked a bit peeved.

"Oh my God," Donna chuckled, "you two still can't figure out Scooby Doo?"

Fez first looked offended, then mischievous. "Kelso, my friend, how about a little bet?" Kelso asked what he had in mind. "Five dollars to who ever guesses the correct villain."

"Deal! Oh, hey Hyde."

The rest of the gang, save for Forman, turned to look at the pint sized kid as he shuffled in from his room, tired looking.

"Hey. Watchin' Scooby?" Kelso nodded. "You guys place bets yet?"

"Yes," Fez interjected, "and this time I shall not lose!" He glanced doggedly at the tallest of the group.

Jackie groaned, irritated. "Ugh, you two are so immature! Please, it's like you're kindergarteners or something." Hyde wondered if she had meant to burn Hyde or something with that line. He was just waiting for her to continue by saying "like Hyde!" She didn't, though.

"Hyde-" Donna started, trying to get Hyde to reply so she could see if her eyes had just played tricks on her.

"What?" She watched his mouth as he briefly answered.

"Did you lose another tooth?"

He prodded his cheek with his tongue. "Yeah," he said, trying to play it off like he barely took notice.

"Awe!" She cooed, nearly provoking a "fuck you" from Hyde.

"You're lucky I like you, Pinciotti, or I'd tell you to get bent." Just as Hyde wondered if Jackie tried to single him out earlier, Forman was now wondering if Hyde had some subtext in there meant for him. Did that mean he didn't like Forman? Well, of course he didn't, at least not now. He called him a tool last night. It was probably safe to say that they weren't on good terms.

Jackie stood up. "I'm getting a drink, and you better not put on something stupid, Michael."

"Michael," Kelso mocked. Jackie glared at him. "What?"

"I'll get it," Hyde offered to Jackie, mainly to get away from Forman. "Kitty wanted me for something anyway." Kitty was on the phone, so he left her alone. He jogged into the kitchen and started to fill a cup with water, but he stopped at the top of the stairs, eavesdropping.

"Well no duh he called you a tool!"

"C'mon, somebody here has got to agree with me."

"Well…"

"See? So it's not just me!"

"Well, I think he's different. Though personally, I don't like him much either way."

"Jackie!"

"Hey, don't give me that look!"

"I do sort of miss the old Hyde."

"Hehe. Old Hyde. Get it? Cause Hyde-"

"Yeah, we get it Kelso."

Hyde stood up and backed away from the stairs. He pulled a chair back over and crawled onto the counter, dumping all the water that he had just filled. He got back down, grabbed something from the fridge, and started refilling the cup.

"Here you go, princess."

"Midget!" You could almost hear the joy in Jackie's voice at being able to turn a phrase she usually received on someone else. She brought the cup up to her lipstick-smothered mouth. "Ugh, what is this, some sports drink that only guys buy?" She crinkled her nose as if he had just served her a cup full of sweat.

Hyde shrugged and told her that he wasn't going to get her another drink, so she'd have to suck it up. Jackie sneered at him, but for once obliged.

A few minutes later, Kitty rushed into the basement, a huge smile attacking her face. "Kids! Kids, Red just called-" She paused for dramatic effect. "He got a job!"

This managed to make even Hyde elated.

A/N: How could I go this long without remembering that I had Red get fired? Hmm. Well, well, I have big plans in store! And lol, no, Jackie isn't being drugged. I'm not going to give away spoilers, but I have approximately 3 storylines coming up, but I'll still take suggestions for the future. I may have to modify them, though. And I want Brad to reappear. Maybe only because my BFF took me to see Colin Mochrie and Brad Sherwood (and therefore fulfilled one of my biggest dreams in life), but I'm in the mood to include some Brad. Even if he is totally different from Brad Sherwood…OK, I'm rambling. Reviews, please! Requests are fine too.