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Title: Shut Up And Dance (CH. 02/???)
Author: weallfadeaway
Pairing: Eric/Hyde (That 70s Show)
POV: Eric's, Hyde's.
Rating: This CH is PG-13.
Warning: Language.
Disclaimer: I do not own any one in this story.
Summary: (Set in Season One) After coming back from the disco, Eric is feeling depressed about, once again, striking out with Donna. What happens when Hyde shows up unexpectedly to stay the night?
Author's Notes: I started reading That 70's Slash, and I LOVE it, and can't really find it anywhere. So I figured instead of moping, I would just write one, myself!
[HYDE'S POV]
The next morning, I woke up on the couch in the Forman's basement. I was instantly flooded with the memories of last night. I sighed, sitting up and rubbing my eyes, searching blindly for my glasses on the wagon wheel table. Hopefully, I could get some food in me and sneak out the door before Forman got up and we had to deal with the awkward morning after.
I wasn't used to that with guys... not that I had much experience. But something told me that Forman would be holding a grudge today. And maybe for a while after that. I know telling him then... in that way that he wasn't the guy I was interested in wasn't exactly the best idea. But... I'm not exactly known for being the gentlest guy in the bunch.
I don't know how to spare feelings. Hell, I don't have any feelings to spare. So, if he's going to be mad at me for being insensitive, he can shove his hurt feelings right up his ass.
I just... didn't want to regret anything. And I didn't want to hurt him. I've known Eric longer than anyone. He's the one who made me become friends with everyone else. If it wasn't for him, I'd probably be alone. Or dead. And if I gave up our friendship over some... extremely hot makeout session, what kind of friend would I be?
Especially when it clearly meant something to him... and it didn't mean anything to me.
I swear!
[ERIC'S POV]
I made my way down the stairs just as I smelled the bacon cooking. You gotta love my mother, always there to provide a huge meal when you're depressed and need to stuff your face. Now, if only Hyde wouldn't be joining us.
I was praying that he had already left. But let's face it. It's before noon on a Saturday morning. He's probably still down in the basement, ready to throw more hurtful comments my way as soon as he hides his eyes behind those stupid sunglasses of his and starts his day.
God, what was I thinking? Making assumptions and following through like that? That is so not me! I do not follow through on anything.
So, why did I have to go and kiss Hyde last night? Why did I have to ruin the relationship between me and my best friend?
Well, I guess Red is right. I am a dumbass.
[HYDE'S POV]
I entered the Forman family kitchen, muttering a good morning to Kitty, before delving into the fridge for some milk to throw in my coffee. When the door closed, I was finally able to see Eric, outside in the driveway sitting on the Vista Cruiser with Donna. They looked like they were in a heated discussion of some kind by the way her brows were furrowed and from the flailing hand gestures from both parties.
He wouldn't have told her... would he?
No, there's no way that Forman would be so stupid. I mean, he's got a shot at being with Donna. And no shot with me, right? So... why would he risk that for something that's never going to happen? That would just make him a...
Dammit, but he is a dumbass.
I've got to go interrupt this.
I threw open the door, and snuck out, trying to catch a little bit of the conversation before I was noticed. The only words I could hear was 'can't believe this, Eric'.
Yep, he really is that stupid.
[ERIC'S POV]
While greeting my mother, I noticed Donna taking the garbage out. And although I knew she was probably the last person in the world I should be talking to about all this stuff, I knew that she was my oldest friend, and somehow she would understand. How could she not?
"Hey, Donna."
"Oh, hey Eric. I had alot of fun last night." she said.
Last night? Oh right. The disco. I had completely forgotten. "Yeah, I had alot of fun too. We should do something like that again. Maybe something that doesn't involve dancing next time."
She laughed, "Yeah, I don't know if I could handle seeing Kelso dance again. I almost threw up I laughed so hard." she sighed, "It's okay, though. I can always just go with Hyde."
"With Hyde?" I asked. I had to admit, I was thrown off by that. Not only because I just really didn't want to hear his name at that moment... but because it almost seemed like she was trying to make me jealous. Just like she had been doing last night, when she was dancing with him.
"Oh, I didn't mean like that, Eric. I meant cuz he can dance... and... you, ya know, can't."
"Well, why don't you just go out dancing with Hyde then? And then you can bring him back here to the hood of the car and suck his face off!"
"Eric, what the hell!"
"Well, we both know he's more your type, right Donna?"
"I can't believe you. I can't believe you'd be so insecure to think that just because I had one dance with someone else last night that it meant more than it did. I can't believe that just because Hyde does happen to be more 'my type' that I would just throw away everything we've been working toward these past few months... no, our whole lives, because you think I can't keep my hormones in check or whatever. I really can't believe this, Eric." she sighed, sliding off the hood and running home.
And of course, with my bad luck, I felt a hand clamp down on my shoulder, spinning around to be met with Hyde's shaded gaze.
"What was all that about?" he asked.
"Nothing." I mumbled, and moved off the hood to scurry past him. I wanted to get as far away from him and his questions as possible.
"Forman." he called, and I turned to see him nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot. And nervous was not a look you saw on Stephen Hyde very often. "You said you'd forget about it."
"I did."
"No, you didn't, man. What was that with Donna?"
"It was nothing, Hyde. I promise."
"It didn't look like nothing."
"Yeah, well, last night didn't feel like nothing to me... I guess one us has bad perception. I wonder how that happened?"
"Hey, don't go blaming the stash, man. You can take your anger out on me, but never take it out on the stash."
I sighed, dejectedly, and moved back over to place my hands on both his shoulders, "Listen... your secret's safe, as long as mine is. I promise you."
He gave me a weak smile, and I returned it. "I'm... still really sorry, Forman."
I threw one arm casually around him, and began leading him back inside the house, "Not as much as me, man. You're letting breakfast get cold."
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Well, that's all for now. I hope there will be more soon!
Author: weallfadeaway
Pairing: Eric/Hyde (That 70s Show)
POV: Eric's, Hyde's.
Rating: This CH is PG-13.
Warning: Language.
Disclaimer: I do not own any one in this story.
Summary: (Set in Season One) After coming back from the disco, Eric is feeling depressed about, once again, striking out with Donna. What happens when Hyde shows up unexpectedly to stay the night?
Author's Notes: I started reading That 70's Slash, and I LOVE it, and can't really find it anywhere. So I figured instead of moping, I would just write one, myself!
[HYDE'S POV]
The next morning, I woke up on the couch in the Forman's basement. I was instantly flooded with the memories of last night. I sighed, sitting up and rubbing my eyes, searching blindly for my glasses on the wagon wheel table. Hopefully, I could get some food in me and sneak out the door before Forman got up and we had to deal with the awkward morning after.
I wasn't used to that with guys... not that I had much experience. But something told me that Forman would be holding a grudge today. And maybe for a while after that. I know telling him then... in that way that he wasn't the guy I was interested in wasn't exactly the best idea. But... I'm not exactly known for being the gentlest guy in the bunch.
I don't know how to spare feelings. Hell, I don't have any feelings to spare. So, if he's going to be mad at me for being insensitive, he can shove his hurt feelings right up his ass.
I just... didn't want to regret anything. And I didn't want to hurt him. I've known Eric longer than anyone. He's the one who made me become friends with everyone else. If it wasn't for him, I'd probably be alone. Or dead. And if I gave up our friendship over some... extremely hot makeout session, what kind of friend would I be?
Especially when it clearly meant something to him... and it didn't mean anything to me.
I swear!
[ERIC'S POV]
I made my way down the stairs just as I smelled the bacon cooking. You gotta love my mother, always there to provide a huge meal when you're depressed and need to stuff your face. Now, if only Hyde wouldn't be joining us.
I was praying that he had already left. But let's face it. It's before noon on a Saturday morning. He's probably still down in the basement, ready to throw more hurtful comments my way as soon as he hides his eyes behind those stupid sunglasses of his and starts his day.
God, what was I thinking? Making assumptions and following through like that? That is so not me! I do not follow through on anything.
So, why did I have to go and kiss Hyde last night? Why did I have to ruin the relationship between me and my best friend?
Well, I guess Red is right. I am a dumbass.
[HYDE'S POV]
I entered the Forman family kitchen, muttering a good morning to Kitty, before delving into the fridge for some milk to throw in my coffee. When the door closed, I was finally able to see Eric, outside in the driveway sitting on the Vista Cruiser with Donna. They looked like they were in a heated discussion of some kind by the way her brows were furrowed and from the flailing hand gestures from both parties.
He wouldn't have told her... would he?
No, there's no way that Forman would be so stupid. I mean, he's got a shot at being with Donna. And no shot with me, right? So... why would he risk that for something that's never going to happen? That would just make him a...
Dammit, but he is a dumbass.
I've got to go interrupt this.
I threw open the door, and snuck out, trying to catch a little bit of the conversation before I was noticed. The only words I could hear was 'can't believe this, Eric'.
Yep, he really is that stupid.
[ERIC'S POV]
While greeting my mother, I noticed Donna taking the garbage out. And although I knew she was probably the last person in the world I should be talking to about all this stuff, I knew that she was my oldest friend, and somehow she would understand. How could she not?
"Hey, Donna."
"Oh, hey Eric. I had alot of fun last night." she said.
Last night? Oh right. The disco. I had completely forgotten. "Yeah, I had alot of fun too. We should do something like that again. Maybe something that doesn't involve dancing next time."
She laughed, "Yeah, I don't know if I could handle seeing Kelso dance again. I almost threw up I laughed so hard." she sighed, "It's okay, though. I can always just go with Hyde."
"With Hyde?" I asked. I had to admit, I was thrown off by that. Not only because I just really didn't want to hear his name at that moment... but because it almost seemed like she was trying to make me jealous. Just like she had been doing last night, when she was dancing with him.
"Oh, I didn't mean like that, Eric. I meant cuz he can dance... and... you, ya know, can't."
"Well, why don't you just go out dancing with Hyde then? And then you can bring him back here to the hood of the car and suck his face off!"
"Eric, what the hell!"
"Well, we both know he's more your type, right Donna?"
"I can't believe you. I can't believe you'd be so insecure to think that just because I had one dance with someone else last night that it meant more than it did. I can't believe that just because Hyde does happen to be more 'my type' that I would just throw away everything we've been working toward these past few months... no, our whole lives, because you think I can't keep my hormones in check or whatever. I really can't believe this, Eric." she sighed, sliding off the hood and running home.
And of course, with my bad luck, I felt a hand clamp down on my shoulder, spinning around to be met with Hyde's shaded gaze.
"What was all that about?" he asked.
"Nothing." I mumbled, and moved off the hood to scurry past him. I wanted to get as far away from him and his questions as possible.
"Forman." he called, and I turned to see him nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot. And nervous was not a look you saw on Stephen Hyde very often. "You said you'd forget about it."
"I did."
"No, you didn't, man. What was that with Donna?"
"It was nothing, Hyde. I promise."
"It didn't look like nothing."
"Yeah, well, last night didn't feel like nothing to me... I guess one us has bad perception. I wonder how that happened?"
"Hey, don't go blaming the stash, man. You can take your anger out on me, but never take it out on the stash."
I sighed, dejectedly, and moved back over to place my hands on both his shoulders, "Listen... your secret's safe, as long as mine is. I promise you."
He gave me a weak smile, and I returned it. "I'm... still really sorry, Forman."
I threw one arm casually around him, and began leading him back inside the house, "Not as much as me, man. You're letting breakfast get cold."
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Well, that's all for now. I hope there will be more soon!