That Beautiful Miracle

The Beer Run

Location: The Forman's Basement

3rd POV

Upstairs, there was a cocktail party in full swing, but down in the basement, there were three boys and a girl who was sleeping soundly whilst curled up in a deck chair.

One of the boys, Eric Forman, sat nervously on the deck chair opposite to the girl watching her with bug eyes as he ran his hands through his brown hair.

The second boy, Steven Hyde, leaned towards Forman on the small two-seat sofa and patted a hand roughly on his knee.

"It's time, man." Steven said softly, trying not to wake the girl who was still soundly asleep.

"Why can't you do it?" Eric retorted as he gripped the arms of his deck chair and rocked slightly to relieve his nervous energy.

"Because it's your house." Hyde answered.

"Your house." Added the third boy, Michael Kelso, who received a slap upside the head for being too loud when the girl began to move slightly in her chair. The three boys waited until she settled again before continuing.

"Red'll kill me if he finds me copping beers," Eric stressed.

"That's a risk I'm willing to take." Steven responded, clenching his arm as if to show the effort that he put into the decision to sacrifice Eric.

"Yeah, listen, just don't panic, don't run, act natural -" Kelso started.

"Mm," the girl opened her eyes, she blinked once and then twice. "Oh, a party." She smiled softly, ruffling her beautiful blonde hair as she sat up tiredly. Her blue eyes, unfocused and tired, beamed from her rosy cheeks as she smiled. "Eric, there's a whole fridge full of cold beer in the garage. Can you pretty please grab us some?" She clasped her hands together and pouted at the aforementioned boy who immediately stood, in a state of relief, and left to the garage to grab four cold beers.

The girls name was Angel Michaels, and she was the epitome of beauty. Everything about her was enchanting, her soft, sweet voice, her kind nature but willingness to do naughty things to make her friends happy, her long, blonde, locks which flowed like a waterfall halfway down her back, her gorgeous blue eyes which were reminiscent of the sky in summer, even the pale, but not sickly, palour of her skin was beautiful and brought out her soft, brown, freckles which scattered her high cheekbones and her collar bones and shoulders too. The way she dressed was beautiful, too, always wearing soft leather boots in some shade of brown. Today, she wore a knee length, velvet, pink skirt, and a knitted pink sweater with flared sleeves as well as a pair of brown ankle boots which she had pulled on in a rush when she had realised she had woken up late for school that morning. She had been exhausted all day, hence why she had been sleeping previously.

Angel stood up and stretched, soothing her aching back and shoulders. She turned her head from side to side to shake the sleep out of her brain only to catch Hyde sliding a sleazy magazine from under his cushion on the sofa. She chuckled as he nudged Kelso to show him something that spanned over two pages, Angel skipped around the back of the sofa to take a look for herself. She eyed the unclothed woman on the pages with a kind yet critical eye before she commented.

"Actually, she is pretty hot, but mine are better." Angel joked, gesturing between her own breasts and those of the woman on the page, which were obviously smaller. "I like her skin, I wish I didn't have these damned freckles. Look how clear her face is." Angel leaned between the two boys to stroke the paper where the woman's cheeks were, not noticing how both of the boys' eyes fell to her breasts.

"We love your freckles, Angel. You're way sexier than that chick!" Kelso exclaimed, causing the girl to chuckle. She leaned back off the sofa to walk back to her own seat only for Kelso to tug her up and over the back rest.

Angel giggled uproariously as she landed face first on the cushion next to Hyde. The boys shared a smile as she continued to lay there and giggle before they moved to set her upright between them. Kelso's hand grabbed one of hers as Hyde's arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her into his side as he tucked the magazine back under the cushion. She took Kelso's hand into her lap and played with it, moving his fingers one by one and rotating his wrist carefully. She liked to play with their hands. They were so much bigger than her dainty little ones.

"You think Red caught him?" Kelso broke the silence, his eyes moving from where Angel was still playing with his fingers to meet Hyde's who winced when he felt Angel go rigid.

"Let's hope not, Eric hasn't lived long enough to die." Angel responded briskly, standing and beginning to pace when her nerves started to get the better of her.

"Dammit, Kelso!" Hyde exclaimed. "Angel baby, Forman's going to be fine. Even if Red has seen him, he'll be too drunk to realise what Eric's doing by now. The only thing we need to worry about is if Forman's going to pussy out or not." He continued, hands reaching forward and pulling Angel back to the sofa as she passed in front of him again. She fell into his lap and tossed her feet up, placing them gently on Kelso's lap.

"Sorry, it's just that at times, Red can be really mean, and Eric takes it so personally." Angel apologised. Hyde simply pulled her closer and rested his chin on her head, his eyes closed as he rested there. Kelso leaned back on the sofa, playing air guitar to the Fleetwood Mac song that was on the record player.

Suddenly, the door to the basement burst open, and footsteps ran down the stairs. The three who had been waiting in the basement turned to look at Eric, who had just jumped down the last few steps with his hands behind his back. He grinned widely as he pulled out his hands to reveal four cans in each hand, connected by plastic rings. The four cheered as he set them on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Angel swivelled on Hyde's lap to squeeze Eric's waist with both arms. She grinned up at him with her chin resting on his abdomen.

"Thank you, kind Forman!" She declared. Angel snatched all eight beers from his hands and moved to the far side of the table. She removed them all from the rings and tossed two to Eric, then Hyde, then Kelso, before taking the last two for herself and tucking the plastic rings under the cushion on the deck chair which she reclaimed.

They all cracked open their first beers and raised them in the air.

"To Forman!"