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point place wisconsin
may 17th, 1976
9:47 pm
forman's basement

hyde's pov
i'd sat outside for probably about a minute after robin went inside, i put out my smoke deciding i'd been out for long enough. i walked back into the basement to a giggling donna blushing over whatever stupid shit forman had said before my entrance. "forman, where'd forman go," i asked after noticing the absence of his younger sister.
     "sleep," he said, though his focus never broke from his favorite neighbor girl. i nodded and headed towards robin's room not wanting to deal with the gooey romance going on between the two of them.

robin's pov
     i laid back tiredly as i exhaled a thick smoke through my nose, hoping the candle and open window would be enough to air out the room by the time mom or dad decided to come in. i brought the lit joint to my lips for a second or third drag before I glanced up to see the door opening instilling a useless panic, I decided to accept my fate, knowing that the room wouldn't air out in a matter of second even if I managed to stash my joint somewhere, and act like my actions weren't illegal. Instead of Red, however, the curly haired boy I'd borrowed a light from minutes earlier entered, I let out a small sigh of relief. "You could've knocked or like told me you weren't Red man, not fucking cool, scared the shit outta me" I complained as I shifted onto my elbows to prop myself up a little so he could see my soft glare.
     "Yeah, well serves you right, you had dope and didn't tell me," Hyde retorted closing the door as I exhaled the hit I'd just taken. He sort of swaggered a little on his way towards me, I took a brief hit and held up the joint for him to take; he of course took it quickly bringing it to his lips with a sharp inhale. I squirmed over to the side of my bed to give the boy a place to sit, he quickly lied in the empty space and turning towards me, returning my joint to my lips, and hugging me tightly causing me to tense up.
"Hyde, my man, get the fuck off me," I mumbled angrily while trying to keep the joint from turning my bedroom into a blazing inferno. much to my discomfort he only nuzzled closer, so close I could feel his smirk on the top of my head, "don't you have some other skank to harass," he giggled a little at that that, before responding,
      "No," he said lightly, almost reassuringly. I closed my eyes with a sigh.
      "You know Red's gonna kill you, he may not like me but he still wants me pure or whatever," I felt him nod against my head. I took a final puff before tossing the joint out my window, smiling when I made it.

point place wisconsin
may 18th, 1976
7:43 am
robin forman's bedroom

Hyde's pov
     I woke up feeling warm, I looked around remembering where i was, I then checked the clock before realizing i had to get out quickly, before Red came in with a hatchet. I was about to rip myself off the bed and practically leap out the window before I realized the girl beside me had not yet woken up, the Formans would be having breakfast in probably half an hour so she had time. I wriggled my arm free while I used the my other hand to place her head on her red satin pillow case careful not to wake her. Once I'd freed myself from her bed I looked at her for a moment, not long enough for it to be weird, but she looked very peaceful like that, almost soft, you didn't see that much when she was awake.

robin's pov
I woke up cold, the memories from the night before began to return to me, I turned around to see the curly headed stoner was no longer beside me, I looked around for a minute expecting to see the boy emerge from my bathroom or going through my drawers for weed but there wasn't a trace that he was there to begin with other than the open window at the edge of my room, not that it hadn't been open since the night before. I felt almost hurt, like i'd been abandoned, but I shrugged it off attempting to blame the idea of Red walking in on the scene. I walked to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, once finished, i gripped the edges of my sink looking in the mirror in front of me, I looked almost corpse-like if I was honest, but I attributed it to the lack of makeup on my face and lack of caffeine in my system before traveling downstairs realizing i was likely late for breakfast.
I entered the kitchen pouring myself a cup of coffee "morning," I spoke rather unenthusiastically.
I heard my father clear his through to reply but he never did, instead I heard an enthusiastic , "G'morning Sunshine," Hyde.