morning, feeling the most rested she has been in a while, to the sounds of bickering in the next room. Evie pulls the blanket back over them, shifting her position slightly only to feel a hard presence edging into her back. Hyde's arms wrap around her tighter, unaware of the intruder into their little twosome.

The tiny blonde pulls out of his grasp and swings her still sock-clad feet, the only clothes she still wears, over the edge of the bed to rest on the floor. The sudden movement causes her vision to darken for a moment, a dizzy feeling overcoming her. She spots the discarded hoodie, now inside out and abandoned in a heap of their clothes on the floor. Evangeline wonders why she bothered with it; she had put it on just for it to be taken off again. Then she remembers why it had been taken off and decides it was completely worth it.

Evie quickly pulls on the same pair of Hyde's sweats she'd taken last time over her bare legs and pulls on the Led Zeppelin shirt she'd stripped off Steven's toned chest last night. Grabbing a hair tie from her bag, she pulls her hair up as she pads into the common area where Eric and Jackie are arguing over whose turn it is to pick the show they watch.

"It's my basement, Jackie, something you don't seem to remember. Ever." Eric turns the dial and swats Jackie's hand away as she reaches for it eagerly. Jackie whines as she shoves Eric's chest, effectively moving him out of the way as he stumbles back into the lawn chair. "Hey! No fair, I wasn't ready."

"You were born not-ready," Jackie says, flipping the station back to the Brady Bunch and hitting Eric's shoulder with her fist as she takes a seat on the sofa, this time taking up only one spot like a civilized person.

Eric furrows his brow and leans back into the chair. "Actually, I was born premature, so—"

"Good morning, friends," Evangeline says, her voice and mood chipper as ever. She falls over the arm of the couch next to Jackie, who curls her lip and not-so-subtly scoots towards Eric's chair.

Eric groans and covers his face with his hands. "You're still here." When Evangeline's face falls at the double meaning to his annoyed tone, he peeks at her through his fingers and quickly adds, "Not saying that 'cause I don't like you—I do!—it just means you spent the night." Eric drops his hands with a smack to his lap and shakes his head. "That's why I left."

"Good. We wouldn't have wanted you here anyway," a gruff voice groans from behind them. Evie twists her head around to see Hyde dressed in pajama pants and her hoodie. "Get out of my chair." He waves his hand for Eric to skedaddle, but he whines again about it being his house. Hyde says even if it is his house, he'll still kick Eric's ass. Eric quickly stands up, allowing Hyde to fall heavily into the chair.

Eric glances around the room. "Where am I supposed to sit now?"

"What about the other chair?" Jackie asks, glancing up from the TV, the earphone held delicately to the side of her head.

Eric sucks his teeth, scratching the side of his head as he glances up at the beams above their heads. "Uh, yeah, I might have broken that this morning."

Evie giggles at Eric's expression, setting a gently hand on his. "Now, how'd you do that?"

"Don't ask," he says plainly. "Get up. I'm gonna sit here."

Evie's jaw drops at his forwardness, unlike Eric's normal pushover-ness. "What?"

Hyde glares at the scrawny boy and reaches out to kick his shin. Eric jumps back just in time as Hyde says, "Don't talk to her like that."

"It's my house!" Eric throws up his hands with a dramatic groan.

Evangeline pops up and motions to the sunken cushion. "Be my guest, Eric. I'll just stand then." Eric takes a seat and spreads out, making it impossible for anyone else to fit, if Evie even felt like squeezing in between the two teens.

"No, you won't," Hyde says, grabbing hold of her fingers and pulling her into his lap for the second time. He sneakily places a kiss to her lips before their two friends could see a thing. "Good morning, Evie."

"Morning," she says, rolling her lips into her mouth as he nuzzles his face into her neck. The sensation of his beard against her neck is just one of the the things she likes the most, albeit a bit ticklish. "So, what are we doing today?"

Eric nods his chin towards the TV and crosses his legs. "You're looking at it."

Evie snorts and starts playing with Hyde's long, skillful fingers. "Wow, you guys really know how to live life to the fullest."

"Like you and Hyde last night," Eric retorts under his breath.

"Why're you two so touchy-feely?" Jackie suddenly inputs, glancing between their intertwined hands and Hyde's bearded face buried into the crook of her neck. "I mean, you're usually close, but I saw the kiss you gave her earlier, and the little whispers that aren't subtle at all."

"What are you talking about, Jackie?" Hyde groans as Jackie narrows her eyes suspiciously at the couple in the small chair. When they've both started to feel uncomfortable under her scrutiny, she gasps and shocks upright. "You guys totally did it! How gauche."

Eric scrunches up his face and gapes at Jackie. "Gauche?" he repeats, as she puts the earphone back to her ear with a nod.

"It's a word, Eric. Look it up."

"Jackie, you're delusional," Hyde says, wrapping his arms around Evangeline's torso as if that doesn't prove her point.

Jackie looks them both up and down, an expression that says I'm never wrong giving them both the shake down. "Your words say no, but the fact your wearing each other's clothes says yes. Why deny the obvious?" Hyde and Evie glance down at what they're both wearing, forgetting that they had in fact almost swapped outfits.

"I hate to agree with Jackie of all people," Eric says, shrugging his shoulder and throwing an arm over the back of the couch, "but she's right."

Evangeline glances back at Hyde, who shrugs and rolls his eyes in a silent I don't care. "Fine," Evie admits, throwing her hands up. "We admit it. Steven and I had sex, satisfied?"

Just as she's finishing her confession, Fez bursts into the basement panting and leaning onto the door know. "You had sex without me?" Fez sulks over to the couch and plops down onto it; Eric and Jackie shoot to opposite ends of the couch just in time to avoid being sat on. His breathing is still heavy, like he ran all the way here from his house. "Rude."

"Fez," Hyde says, a what the fuck look on his face, "why would we have sex with you?"

Fez grins widely and waggles his eyebrows. "'Cause three is better than two."

"Gross," Hyde says under his breath, tightening his hold on Evie while she giggles at the boy with no filter.

Ignoring their disgust, Fez dives into a story on how his newest plan is going. So far nothing is all he has to report, to no one's surprise. He had one girl, he says, who was interested in his story but as soon as he put the moves on her, she ran away out of the little diner.

"Fez, you can't just attack a girl like that," Jackie says matter-of-factly. "You have to be delicate and sweet. Not rough and crazy."

Evie bites her lip and whispers in Hyde's ear, "Unless she likes that kind of thing."

"Don't do that to me, Eve." His pants are growing uncomfortably tight at the thought Evie's just put into his head. The continuous squirming of her ass on his lap doesn't help much. "Stop moving."

"I thought she wanted it!" Fez pouts and leans his head forward into his hands, resting his elbows on his knees. "She gave me a hug! And rubbed her boobs on me!"

"That doesn't mean a girl wants to fuck you, man," Hyde chuckles, thinking back to the many times he'd thought he would be getting lucky, only to have to go home to a cold shower and an empty bed. "Trust me."

"It probably wasn't on purpose," Evie adds. "It's very hard not to do, especially when you're not the tiniest." She gestures to the t-shirt stretched across her chest as exhibit a.

"Ay, I know. I'm just sad." Fez folds over onto kid thighs and heaves a giant sight. "I'm going to be alone forever."

Eric pats his head like a dog and ruffles his hair. "No, you won't, little buddy. You'll find the one girl who won't mind your craziness—"

"Probably 'cause she'll be crazier than you," Hyde finishes, hitting Fez's foot with his own. The sorrowful boy whips his head in Hyde's direction and asks him if he really means that. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure she'll have to be crazier than you."

Evie socks his arm, rolling her eyes at his denseness. "He means, do you really think he'll find a girl?"

Hyde's mouth forms a small 'o' and both Eric and Hyde quickly assure the pitiful Fez that he'll find someone someday in the future. The distant future. Fez seems satisfied with their amenability, straightening up as his face brightens with newfound hope. As he continues to whisper to himself someday like a mantra, Jackie covers the ear closest to him to keep herself from hearing him, mumbling about annoying friends.

Evie hops up with the announcement that she's hungry. She pointedly looks to Hyde whose attention rests on the TV, a smile smile curling his lips at the Brady kids' antics.

"Cool, cool," Jackie says, waving her hand to the side dismissively, "now get out of the way! I can't see the TV."

Evangeline laughs at the girl's usual brusqueness and tugs Steven our of his chair. As he whines that he just sat down, Evie placares him with promises that he can sit again as soon as he makes her breakfast.

In the kitchen, they're greeted by the Formans, who glance up at them curiously for a moment, before Kitty greets them both cheerfully and Red narrows his eyes at Steven. "Is that Laurie's sweatshirt?"

Steven grabs a banana off the counter with a loud yup and shuffles Evangeline out the sliding door just as she's about to respond to Mrs. Forman with a good morning pleasantry.

Hyde pulls them to his truck, pulling down the bed door and ushering Evie into the back. He boosts her up and then crawls to the back to rest both their backs against the recently washed exterior.

"Why are we sitting here?" she asks, looking up at the light over the garage and then at Steven.

He nods his head towards the house where Evie can see Mrs. Forman peering around the corner. Evangeline turns her head back toward the garage with a small smile. "Oh, I get it."

They settle into pleasant silence as he hands her the banana. With ravenous hunger, she devours it in seconds flat, Steven's amused smile making her blush when she tosses the peel to the bed floor. "That was kinda hot. Also kinda disturbing, but—"

"Shut up," she says, elbowing him gently and leaning her shoulder against his.

He purses his lips and nudges her in return, wrapping an arm around her waist and lowering his head to kiss her, slow and steady like they have all the time in the world. When they're both satisfied and he has the remnants of the taste of her tongue and banana on his lips, he pulls away and leans his forehead on hers. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," she says, giggling as his fingers toy with the hem of his shirt on her body.

Hyde hesitates for a second; his mind is spinning with a million voices telling him what to do, many of them saying run, but when he looks into her eyes, in the din he hears a confident stay and that's what he digs into. "Let's go out sometime?"

"Like, out-out? Like, on a date?" Evangeline raises her eyebrows and pulls away slightly from him to get a good look at the usually confident Steven.

Hyde nods, lowering his gaze to their fingers laced loosely together. "Yeah, I—wanna take you out."

"My, my, the infamous Steven Hyde asking a girl out on a date. What is this world coming to?" Evangeline jokes, and Hyde groans, pulling the girl onto his lap and pressing his lips against her again. Out of breath from the rush of the embrace, Evangeline nods and weaves her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. "Okay, I'll go out with you. Nothing too fancy."

Hyde chuckles, shaking his head slightly. "This is me we're talking about. Do you think I could afford fancy?"

"Right. I forgot. You're allergic to working."

Hyde gently pushes her head away as she giggles and grabs at the sweatshirt with her tiny fingers. "Not allergic, just prefer to have fun while I can."

"Whatever. Just tell me when and where and I'll be there." Evangeline pecks his lips and climbs off his lap, picking up the banana peel as she slides out the back of the truck. "I'm still hungry, so I'm gonna grab a real breakfast. Wait here." She pauses a second before kissing him again, this time longer and deeper; a kiss that curls her toes and sets his skin on fire.

Hyde whines as she pulls away with a smile and watches her waltz back into the house, her hips swaying back and forth. Every moment spent with Evangeline is another moment he's pulled further into her atmosphere, but her gravity is one he'll gladly dive into head first. He just doesn't realize how much he's already fallen.