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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 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 ) ❛ I THINK THERE'S A LITTLE SOMETHING WRONG WITH ALL OF US ❜ ⌣*ೃ:.✧✼°․⋆⌣ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
SCARLET NEEDED a break from the unpacking so she headed over to the Forman residence. She had so much to think about. For example, finding a job and getting back into songwriting.
If she wasn't going to go to college, she had to start taking her music career seriously. But she was exhausted from all of the traveling and she figured she was never going to be this young again, so might as well see what trouble her friends were getting into.
She walked into the basement to find Eric and Donna sitting on the couch watching tv.
Eric's eyes widened when he saw his long-lost friend. "Star!" He stood up to bring her into a hug.
"About time you got here, Forman." Scarlet hugged back.
"I could say the same for you."
When they pulled away from one another, Scarlet placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself when she forcefully brought her knee to meet his manhood (or rather lack of).
"That's for ditching Donna." She spat, Eric moaning in pain as he sat back down.
"Hey, you went blonde!" Scarlet acknowledged Donna's new hair as she took a seat in the lawn chair. "Did a certain someone inspire you?"
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Donna laughed.
"So it looks like you two made up. Does that mean I don't have to research 'how to get out blood stains' anymore?" She cocked a brow at Eric who simply flipped her off.
"Alright! Eric traded in Donna for a hot blonde!" Michael cheered, coming out of Steven's room, followed by Steven and Fez. Donna looked at Michael in amusement. "Oh crap! She looks just like Donna."
"It is donna ya ding-dong." Steven rolled his eyes, plopping in his usual chair. "Only now she lets Forman do that thing he's been trying." He smirked.
"Eric!" Donna scolded.
"Hyde," Eric turned to his friend, annoyed that he ratted him out. "I said maybe."
"Your hair is beautiful, I want to touch it." Fez said dreamily, running his fingers through the ends of her hair. "Eh, it's okay."
"What, you don't like it?" Donna questioned.
Going blonde was a big deal for Donna. It felt like she stepping out of her old identity and into a new bombshell one. She felt more mature.
"I like my women like I like my wine -- red and full of alcohol," Fez explained.
"Well thank god I'm blonde." Scarlet scoffed, touching her artificial blonde hair.
For her, going blonde meant she could become anyone she wanted as she started fresh in a new country. It was fun and liberating . . . and she definitely got more male attention.
