over the bed of Hyde's El Camino parked in the middle of a field where the group of five sits stargazing and drinking. They barely fit; legs are scrunched up or laid on top of each other, but they make it work. Even with the cramped quarters, they're having a great time.

Hyde especially seems to be enjoying himself. Despite his reservations, he finds the night to be relaxing and enjoyable, even if he has to do so with all of his friends instead of with the only one he would really like to be with at the moment. He knows if he could, he would ditch the losers just to be alone with her again.

"So, you'll buy the beer," Eric says, chugging the last of the can clutched in his hand, "but you won't drink the beer. Yeah, makes sense."

"Don't question it," Steven says, giving the boy a harsh look. He thought he'd taught Eric better than that. You never look a beer-horse in the mouth; you just crack one open and toss it back it into your own. "We get free booze and there's more for us!"

Evangeline pushes Hyde's smirking head away from her and shrugs, leaning back against the dusty rear window. "Just not drinking right now. It's gotten me into some trouble in the past." Steven glances down at her over the rim of his can and raises his eyebrows as she laughs to herself and takes a sip of her bottle Coke.

"So, trouble, you say," Hyde drawls, staring Evie down with narrowed eyes. She doesn't say anything as she avoids his gaze, sipping on her coke quietly. His lazy smirk grows wider as he pinches her forearm. "You were a wild child, a bad girl, weren't you? That's why they sent you here, isn't it?"

Evangeline chuckles halfheartedly into her pop. "Something like that."

"So, what, did you do hard core drugs? Sleep with a bunch of guys? Flunk out of school?" Jackie opens up her second drink and runs her lips around the rim to suck up all the liquid that pools out as it pops.

"No, man, I didn't do any of that. I was just like you guys, okay? Normal—ish." Evangeline's eyes flicker between the four staring at her unbelieving. "My parents just don't get the whole free love thing."

Fez cheers and throws his hands up, causing a tiny fountain of beer to shoot out of his can. Eric hugs the side of the truck to barely avoid being soaked. "I knew you were a slut!"

"Yeah, she is," Steven says, waggling his eyebrows, that she can barely see behind the shades he continues to wear even at night. Evangeline rolls her eyes and chugs the rest of the pop and tossing the empty bottle in Hyde's lap. Hyde tosses it back at her but she ducks and it hits Jackie in the shoulder instead.

The raven-haired girl glares at Hyde and kicks at his boot-covered ankles. "Idiot."

"So, seriously, how's life, man? I haven't seen you since Hyde and I were chasing you around the park with a stick he'd covered in some kind of animal poop." Eric and Evangeline both shudder at the memory while Hyde simply smiles proudly and nods his head. It was gross, to say the least, but out of all the shenanigans that boy pulled when they were younger, that one barely made the top ten.

Evangeline turns to Hyde, her mouth slightly open as her mind runs through all the things Hyde did to her as a kid. "You know, I forgot how much of an ass you were to me. You did some terrible things."

"Yeah—oh! and remember when he cut off half your hair when you were like eight and your mom had to basically shave your head?" Eric slaps his thigh as he laughs, shaking his head in glee. He tosses back the last of his second beer and motions for Fez to throw him another. "Man, everyone called you E-man-geline forever!"

Hyde chuckles as Evie covers her face with her hands and shakes her head vehemently. "That was the worst year and a half of my life."

"Oh, c'mon, Evie, it wasn't that bad," Steven says. He lays a hand gently on her shoulder and comforts her in a there there style. "Could've had poop on your face!"

Evangeline looks at him with dead eyes and tells him he's "literally the worst" before grabbing another bottle, popping it open and muttering another curse directed at Steven under her breath. The others agree with her and Eric dives into another story of how they messed with the blonde girl and the group chimes in with another round of how Steven's an ass.

Except Jackie, who takes over the conversation then, announcing that she doesn't care about Evangeline's sob story or Steven's hoodlum background—which we're all familiar with—then launches into how her day was ruined by some bitch at the mall who stole the last pair of designer-leather heeled clogs.

One by one, they all tune her out and Evie sinks into Hyde's side. A grin big enough to see from space appears on the boy's face as he settles his arm around her shoulder and tugs her closer to his body. "How long do you figure 'til she realizes no one's listening to her?"

Evangeline hums and tilts her head to look up at Steven. "Even if she did notice, I still don't think she'd stop."

"In that case, want to slip into the cab and turn on the radio to drown out the sound of her voice?" The corner of Hyde's mouth pulls up into a smirk as he watches Fez leans in, captivated, towards Jackie who's still on the story about the shoe-stealer.

Hyde loves how Evie's mouth twists into a wicked smile. "Steven Hyde, you may be an ass, but you're a smart ass." Taking that as confirmation, Hyde vaults over the side of the truck and holds out his hand for Evie to take. When they're both safely in the dewy grass, he leads her to the driver's side and instructs her to slide in, following suit shortly after her. He removes his glasses and sets them on the dash as he switches on the radio.

The device picks up the signal for WFPP, the only station Hyde allows in his truck. An Eagles' song floats through the pleasant air between them as Hyde leans against his door and pulls Evie into his lap. The song is sweet, like a lullaby, and calms Evangeline's racing heart as she fits herself into the crook of his arm in the even tighter space. "Isn't it nice that we're getting along now?" Hyde asks, setting his chin on the top of her head and wrapping his arms around her torso.

"Yeah, we could've been getting along all our lives if you weren't insistent on pranking me or terrorizing me every chance you could." Evangeline rolls her eyes and turns the dial for the volume, realizing she can still hear the din of Jackie's voice through the window.

Hyde takes a deep breath as Evangeline grabs one of his hands and traces lines on his fingers, the brush of her skin driving his mind into overdrive. "That's just the way life is. Guys prank and tease to get a girl's attention and sometimes they go a little too far because they don't know how else to deal with their feelings." Steven's words are half-mumbled into her soft hair.

"Is that a confession?" Evangeline snickers, lacing their fingers together. Her cheek falls against his warm, Zeppelin tee-clad chest; she peers up through her eyelashes at his bearded visage.

Hyde scoffs and squeezes his arms around Evie's waist. "I don't admit anything." Hyde squirms under Evie's blue eyes boring into his and turns his head towards the windshield to avoid her gaze.

The corners of Evangeline's mouth quirk as she leans her head back to try and catch Steven's eye again. "C'mon, Steven, did you have a wittle crush on me?" She reaches up to pinch his cheek; he swats her hand away with a scowl.

"Of course not," he says vehemently, rolling his eyes and poking at her stomach. "Don't be daft, Evie. And you sound like a baby."

"Uh—that's the point," Evangeline says, giggling as Steven's scowl only deepens. "But it's okay, Steven, you can tell me."

A part of him wants to give in and say yes! while a greater part of him is too stubborn to tell her she's right and needs to be coaxed out of hiding before it can do or say anything. Hyde scratches the scruff of his beard against the top of her head, ruffling her windswept hair until it stands up on its own. "Get bent," he says gently, tapping his chin against the crown of her head.

"Steven," she whines, "I'll tell you who my first crush was."

"No."

"Steven."

Hyde groans, hitting his head against the window, and pulls his lips into his mouth to keep from smiling. "Fine. I liked you okay? You were the first girl I liked. Satisfied?" He reaches out to turn up the music to drown out his embarrassment, but Evie turns the volume right back down.

"Aw," Evangeline coos, sitting up as straight as she can while wedged between his legs and the confines of the cab, pulling one leg up to her chest. "See? Now was that too hard?" Steven flares his nostrils as his hand migrates to Evangeline's knee. "I'd say you were the first guy I liked, too, but that title has to go to Greg from the Brady Bunch. He was such a cutie." Evangeline giggles as Steven groans and buried his head in her hair.

"So, why don't you drink, or smoke, anymore?" Hyde asks, trying to switch the subject to anything but his feelings.

Evangeline deflects right back. "Why do you live with the Formans?"

"My parents are shitty and abandoned me. Now about that question I asked you?"

Just as Evangeline's about to answer, a knock behind Hyde's head scares them both out of their skin. The two shift positions so their legs hang over the bench and they're no longer touching. Hyde rolls down the window for Eric. "What d'you want?" Hyde grumbles, looking back at Evie with her lips pursed and arms crossed.

"Should we head back?" Eric asks. He checks his watch, which Evangeline gets he can barely see, and glances between the two with a hint of a smile on his lips. "It's late."

"It's only midnight," Hyde says.

Eric blanches and his eyes widen. "Midnight? Red's gonna make me now the lawn for a month."

"Your dad still enforces curfew on you?" Hyde laughs and shakes his head at Evie's incredulous tone. "Cruel."

"Let's go then. Jackie, Fez! We're leaving." Eric runs around the car and slides in the passenger side, forcing Evangeline to scoot into Steven's side. "Step on it!"

Jackie and Fez lie down in the back as Hyde speeds back into town. He drops them off with minimal damage and heads to the Forman's to leave an anxious Eric at his front door. They watch him scurry off into the house through the basement, hopeful to avoid the wrath of Red and live another day.

As Hyde pulls into Evie's grandmother's driveway, he turns off the headlamps and shuts the car off. Then he turns to the girl whose hand is still clasped in his. "Tonight was—good."

"Yeah, it was." Evangeline smiles and nudges his foot with hers. "Thanks for driving me home. I like you—in that jacket. You should wear it more often."

Hyde mocks her silently as she laughs to herself. "You're hilarious," Hyde deadpans, pulling his hand out of hers and starting the car again.

Evangeline pushes out her bottom lip and grabs his arm. "Hey, I'm just teasing," she says as the car roars to life under her. "I'll see you later?" She climbs out and shuts the door behind her, leaning on the open window frame with eyebrows raised expectantly.

Hyde's lips twitch as he turns to face her, slipping this glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. He knows he wants to see her again. "See you later."