Alternative That 70s Show

The Prom

Hey, Hyde," Eric smiled, "Check it out." He lifted the plastic wrap and removed the tuxedo jacket before setting the rest on top of the music player, quickly putting the jacket on. "It's my first prom tux. C'mon, guys, dig the crushed velvet." He suddenly shot one hand in the air, the other hanging off his belt in a disco pose.

"Eric, you look like a pimp," Fez smiled as he took a seat on the couch.

"Yo, Forman," Hyde smirked as Eric sat on the arm of the couch, "Prom night could be a very special night for you and Donna."

"Hyde, this could be the biggest night of our lives," Eric said with slightly widened eyes, "I mean, Donna and I could go-"

"To the prom," Fez interrupted, nodding in his cool kid fashion.

"No, Fez," Eric laughed a little, "We could go all the way."

"All the way?" Fez raised an eyebrow before grinning again, "To the prom."

Hyde shook his head at him, grinning a little before looking at Eric, "You know what you should do? You should definitely rent a motel room."

"Oh yeah, that's spontaneous," Eric muttered.

"What?" Hyde asked, his voice irritated.

"Look, if this night is as big as I think, I want it to be very, very special because... you know, this'll be the first time for both of us."

"You silly virgins," Fez laughed, shaking his head.

"Look, I'm pretty sure if I'm spontaneous, Donna'll love it," Eric smiled.

"Or," Hyde smirked, "She won't and you come home early, and then Red n' Kitty'll laugh their asses off at their loser son." He snickered, "Could you imagine Kitty callin' you a loser? That's good stuff." He laughed a little, clapping his hands a few times at the imagined image before suddenly cutting off, grabbing the basement phone and holding it up to Eric.

Eric stared at him for a moment, his eyes dazed, probably imagining his mother's mocking face, before quickly snatching the phone and turning the dial. After he made the phone call, he stood, setting the phone back in its spot on the end table and removing his jacket, putting it back in its place under the plastic before retaking his seat, just as the basement door swung open and Kelso came spastically running in, his face excited.

"Guys, guess who's takin' Pam Macy to the prom?"

"Anyone with a quarter?" Hyde sneered.

"No," Kelso laughed, missing the burn, "Me!"

"Damn, and I had a quarter," Fez muttered.

"Hey," Fez smiled, "I can take Jakcie."

Hyde glared at him, "Do it, Fez, and I'll kick your ass."

"Well, well, well," Fez grinned, "Look who suddenly cares."

Kelso smacked his arm, and Fez flinched, grabbing onto it before pouting at Kelso.

"Why did you hit me? That was sarcasm!"

Hyde rolled his eyes, "You guys are makin' me sick with all your prom talk. Proms are stupid."