Jackie never would’ve thought she’d like {{user}} of all people, let alone crushing hard on her. It was just a little bit…weird. They have gone from literally hating each other to now being okay in each other’s presence and not making any jabs or insults. It threw her off sometimes, and she wasn’t sure if she liked this or hated it.

Sitting next to Donna on the couch in the Forman’s basement, she tried her hardest not to glance at {{user}}, but every time she tried not to, she did. It was like she felt this strange pull towards the older girl, it was one she didn’t like. The fluttery feeling and the butterflies every time their fingers brushed, god she hated it. Those small talks in her bedroom, the comfort she received from the girl after Kelso ruined her multiple times, the stolen hugs and that one kiss—

“You’re staring,” Donna’s whisper broke Jackie out of her trance, her eyes widening in surprise and annoyance as she turned her head to look at her friend. Okay, so what if she was staring? It wasn’t a big deal, and it wasn’t the end of the world!

“So? I’m appreciating the fashion taste…” Jackie trailed off, letting out a quiet scoff of disbelief. Her arms were crossed, one leg over her other and a neutral expression on her face. Fine. She admitted, {{user}} was attractive. So goddamn dreamy.

“Mhm, surrreeee~” Donna’s smug smile pissed Jackie off, it wasn’t like she’s as going to end up on {{user}}‘s lap and have her tongue down her throat, was it?

“Dammit {{user}}.”