that 70s show preferences/imagines

preference 4: how you meet

Eric:
You were attending a one day class at the hospital in Point Place, interested becoming a doctor, or nurse. You had already planned on pursuing a career in that area, so you thought it might be interesting. One of the women leading the class was a short, middle aged women, named Kitty Forman, who had seemed nice, despite her awkwardness. After the class had ended, she approached you.

"You seem like such a lovely girl, what's you're name?" She asked.
You told her your name. "You should meet my son Eric, he is good boy, really, I think you two would get along." She said this so enthusiastically, winking as she did, and insisted that you come over and meet him the next day. Only out of common courtesy, you accepted.

When you got to the Forman's house the next day, you barely even knocked on the door before it opened, revealing a very happy looking Kitty, who rushed you inside. You sat down on their couch, while Kitty called her son. "Eric, come here, there is someone here to meet you." She said in a sing song voice. She sat down beside you and you both waited for him. Moments later, a rather skinny boy, with a beat, brown haircut, wearing a star wars shirt, walked in through the kitchen door. "Come sit down, Eric, this is y/n."

"Um, hi?" He said, awkwardly smiling and waving.

Donna:
While on your way to work, you were listening to a radio station called The Sound. They announced that they were selling limited cheep tickets to see Led Zeppelin. Since the station wasn't out of your way, you decided to stop by, even though you figured they would already be sold out by the time you got there. You eventually arrived, parking your car outside. You walked in to see a tall, red-head girl, organizing records on a tall set of wooden shelves. She had flared, blue jeans on, a white shirt with red sleeves, and her long hair draped across her back.

Suddenly, she turned around and noticed you standing there. "Oh," she tucked her hair behind her ear, and laughed, "Hi, I'm Donna. You must be here for the Zeppelin tickets."

Hyde:
It was your cousins birthday party tomorrow, and you needed to get her something. All you knew she liked was disco, so you went to the local record store, Grooves. You never really were fond of disco music, so you kinda wandered around, shuffling through the different plastic bins to find something. After 5 minutes of finding nothing, one of the workers walked over to you.

"Looking for something in particular?" He asked. He had extremely, dirty blonde curly hair, and wore purple shades. His Pink Floyd shirt kinda gave away that he wouldn't be of much help.

"Um, yeah, good disco? It's for my cousins birthday." You asked.

The employee laughed a bit, looking down slightly, shaking his head, and smiled back up at you. "No such thing."

Jackie:
It was Saturday, and you ended getting dragged to a house party by your friend. You tried to dress up, because you didn't want to stand out among everyone else. Only after five minutes of being at the party, your friend abandoned you, so you loitered around the bowl of punch unsure where to go. About ten minutes later, a short, dark haired girl, with a very stylish, casual dress, introduced herself to you.

"Hi, I'm Jackie Burkhart! Lovely to meet you!" She said smiling, as she reached out to shake your hand. You had heard about Jackie before, warned even, but you knew immediately, you would grow to like her.

You smiled back at her, and almost stumbling over your words, you said, "Hello, I'm y/n."

Kelso:
You and a few of your friends went out to The Hub to eat after school. One of them was walking back towards the table, their arms full with a tray of fries and drinks when you noticed someone, a tall, thin boy, playing pin ball violently, rattling the whole machine.

He eventually stopped, and flipped his hair long out of his face. "This game is too easy!" he whined. "Alright, I bet, that none of you in here can beat me!" He laughed, looking around, waiting for someone to challenge him.

You were a pin ball master. This would be easy. His head turned to focus on you as you walked over to him. He moved out of the way, letting you take over. You smirked, and in just a couple minutes the numbers on the machine had shown that you beat his score. He looked closer, making a noise of surprise.

You crossed your arms and turned to him, smiling proudly. "How was that?"

He looked at you amazed, but quickly tried to hide it. "It was alright I guess..."

Fez:
You walked into your favorite clothing store in the mall, deciding to take a day to treat yourself. As you walked among the isles, specifically browsing the jeans, you heard a voice behind you that started you.

"Hello my darling, can I help you find anything?" They had an interesting foreign accent you couldn't quite identify.

You turned around, greeted by a young man with darker skin, a tight shirt and blue jeans. He was leaning against the rack of clothing, holding himself up with one hand. He smiled kindly at you, waiting your answer.

You smiled back. "Well actually, I was just browsing but thank-" Before you could finish you sentence, the man slipped and fell, rattling the rack and almost bringing the rack down with him. You couldn't help but laugh as he tried to recover, and tripped over his own feet.

"Ow..." he said from the floor. You giggled and reached your hand out to help lift him up.