You happen to stumble upon a group of friends waving in the driveway. They say you look like their friend who just left. You ask "who?". They say "Eric Forman"
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June 14th 1979
Ch.1- Who's Eric?
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It's the summer of '79. The concrete is still hot at 6pm.
"I need to just chill out," I reassure myself for no reason. "I'm taking a walk to clear my head, who knows, maybe something will surprise me in this little neighborhood"
I was staring at my light brown shoes as I was walking on the sidewalk, just thinking to myself and I hear a car driving towards me. I look up and I see a lanky brown haired guy in the driver seat with this pretty redhead in the passenger seat. They're smiling at each other. They drive past and I keep walking till I see this group in the driveway waving and smiling in the direction the car just drove by, a few were crying. I just get to the corner of their driveway until-
"ERIC?!" shrieks one of the guys. I jumped at the sudden yell and look at him curiously. He was looking directly at me. He took one long stride and swooped me into his arms, kinda roughly too. He was the tallest guy in this group with shaggy brown hair, big build and chiseled face. He hugged me for a second and still holding me, pushed me away from his chest and said "you're back already?" with a slight voice crack. I slightly pushed him away startled.
"Eric?" I squeak out, a little winded, looking at him with a furrowed brow.
This guy is just staring at me. I was waiting for an answer as well as he was. This young girl with perfectly styled brown hair and pretty outfit chimes in and looks at the big guy with an annoyed look, "Michael, this isn't Eric. He just drove away," she swats his arm, "you SAW him. Plus he's cuter than Eric" and she turns to me crossing her arms with a small smile on her face.
"Cute? He's skinnier and wimpier than Eric" says this scruffy guy looking me up and down. He stood out to me the second I saw the group. He wreaked of hippie. The messy sideburns, dirty Led Zeppelin t-shirt tucked messily in his jeans, and some slightly pink tinted sunglasses he definitely didn't need at nighttime. He wasn't bad looking though.
I look back in the direction I saw the car driving. "Was that Eric?" I say confused and slightly flustered.
"Yes and who are you, you imposter?" says the last guy in the group. His hands were on his hips looking at me, judging, almost with a jealous tone in his voice. He's wearing all tight clothing that hug his body nicely. His shirt was a light pink button down with a big collar.
"His pants are too tight" I think to myself.
"Uh, I'm Bones" I say out loud, confused.
"Bones huh? I'm Hyde." The hippie says extending a hand. I take it.
"Nice to meet you." I say shaking his hand.
"I definitely am shaking his hand too long" my overthinking thoughts creeped in and I let go of his hand and awkwardly shove mine into my pant pockets.
