𝕘𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖! 𝕘𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖! 𝕘𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖! || 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕪𝕕𝕖

chapter one

that 70's pilot

"Eric. It is time."

"Why don't you do it?" The pale boy who sat in the green chair asked.

"It's your house. Listen to them up there. The party has reached critical mass. In 10 minutes, there will be no more beer opportunities."

Anastasia sat beside Steven Hyde with her legs stretched over his and his arm was thrown behind her. Her two other best friends also sat staring at the boy. Kelso sat beside her, twisting her hair and leaning as far forward as he could. Donna, the only other girl sat in a chair with her eyebrows furrowed.

"If my dad catches me copping beers, he'll kill me."

"I'm willing to take that risk." Ana smirked, leaning her head against Hyde's chest.

"Don't worry about it." Kelso said, planting his hand on his knee. "Just remain calm, keep moving."

"And above all, don't get sucked into my dad's hair." Donna instructed. After Eric ran up the stairs towards the party, Steven picked up a playboy magazine that was sprawled on the table.

"Check it out!" Hyde pushed his glasses further down his face, showing Kelso a photo.

"I see that every day," Donna smirked walked past them.

"He's alive!" Anastasia shouted at the sight of Eric walking down the stairs.

"Good news. My dad is thinking of giving me the Vista Cruiser." He handed out the beer cans before sitting back down. Kelso perked up at this.

"You're getting a car?"

"Have I told you how incredibly attractive you are, Eric?" Donna smiled, batting her eyes. She told Anastasia about her crush on him years ago but she never truly made a move.

"No." His cheeks turned a light pink colour and he took a sip of his warm beer.

"You told me he was cute," Kelso said raising one eyebrow.

"No, I didn't." The gingers glare was deathly.

"I remember, 'cause you said not to say anything in front of Eric." I slapped the back of his head before Hyde interrupted.

"Let's focus on what's important here, people. Forman stole something." he raised his beer before toasting to Eric.

"You know what's sad? This is the proudest day of my life." he said before taking a long gulp of his drink.

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While the gang was downstairs in the Burkhart Lounge, Anastasia and Hyde were in her bedroom sorting through her records. they sat on the floor, Anastasia with her legs crossed and Hyde sitting beside her.

"You listen to Abba?"

"They aren't as bad as you think. I heard them at last years graduation party and they're not as cheesy as i thought. Try this one," she said lifting the Waterloo record and handing it to him. He stood up and pulled the vinyl out and placed it on the baby pink record player that matched her room. Although both sisters had pink rooms, Anastasia's was cleaner, brighter and simple.