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❛ not to mention their undeniable chemistry ❜
in which an aspiring musician
returns home and falls for her
unavailable, estranged, childhood
best friend all over again
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 70𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸
𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘺𝘥𝘦 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮�...
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*ೃ:.✧ ─── ( 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭 ) ❛ WHO'S THE BEST BEATLE? ❜ ⌣*ೃ:.✧✼°․⋆⌣ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
"MM, BLONDE. More fun. Everything is more fun." Eric gushed as the boys played with Donna's new hair.
Naturally, they were all sitting in the basement. Donna was on the couch surrounded by male attention while Scarlet watched in annoyance from her lawn chair.
"Donna, if you only knew what I'd like to do to you and your new hair, you would beat the crap out of me," Fez stated.
"You know, I just might beat the crap out of you anyway," Donna remarked.
That was their cue to stop touching her hair.
"So now that Donna's not big-red anymore, I guess we have to go back to what we called her when she was 12 ... Jugs-A-Poppin'," Steven smirked, taking a seat in his usual chair.
"Man, I hated Jugs-A-Poppin'," Donna whined.
"Well, you shouldn't have had poppin' jugs!"
"How come no one is fawning all over my hair?" Scarlet pouted.
Growing up, she was the queen bee of the group. The all-natural Miss American who was every boy's first crush. Plus, she was a Kelso. People praising her good looks was a regular thing.
"'Cause you were already hot before you were blonde." Eric blurted, earning a slap to the chest from his girlfriend.
"So Star, you got any crazy stories from London?" he chuckled nervously, an attempt to change the subject.
Scarlet straightened her posture, ready to tell a story. She loved talking about herself.
"Well, last summer, when I was working at Virgin Records as an intern, I got free tickets to a David Bowie concert.
I met him before the concert and he was totally into me! During the show, he brought me on stage and serenaded me with The Prettiest Star." She swooned.
"Then after the show, he signed my tits! My boyfriend got a Polaroid." She bragged some more.
Steven tensed at the word 'boyfriend' but chose not to press the subject. After all, he had moved on too . . .
"Your boyfriend was okay with that?" Donna asked.
"Well, he's British, so he's too polite to say no."
"Uh, can I see the Polaroid?" Fez asked timidly, fiddling with his fingers.
"No."
"Wow. I can't believe you got to go to free concerts." Eric stated. "Hopefully during my year off, Bowie will sign my chest too."
