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zen3to5 · 5 years ago

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J/H 3-22: Eric’s Drunken Tattoo

Another episode, another all-new "B" story, this time following up on the new material from the last ep and pushing the Zen along.

(NOTE: While I said from the outset that I wasn't out to "correct" anything in the show as it is, I did decide here that, in this rewrite, the show stays in 1977 until somewhere in Season 5. It doesn't really make anything about T7S's timeline make more sense, but it does at least correspond to when junior/sophomore year for the gang should've ended and senior/junior year begun.)

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SHOW TITLE INT. DONNA’S ROOM - DAY The afternoon sun shines in through the window. DONNA lies across her bed, writing in her JOURNAL. “Freak Out” by Chic plays on the radio. The door opens, and ERIC enters. Eric: Hi. DONNA: Hey. ERIC: Whatcha doing? Donna sits up. DONNA: Oh, just writing in my journal. ERIC: Like in Star Trek? He jumps onto the bed and holds his hand up to his mouth as though it were a microphone. ERIC (cont’d): (doing Shatner) “Captain’s log – star date 1977. God, I’m so hot. My beautiful red hair and giant jugs seem to drive all life forms wild.” DONNA: Oh, my God, Eric. That’s exactly what I was writing. Eric pulls a wowed face. Donna laughs and stands, setting her journal down on her writing desk. DONNA (cont’d): I’m gonna go make some popcorn and get some sodas. She moves toward the door. Eric watches her, still miming his microphone. ERIC: (doing Shatner) “My beautifully sculpted hindquarters flounce downstairs to procure nourishment.” DONNA: Shut up. ERIC: (doing Shatner) “Okay.” Donna exits. Eric stays on the bed and looks around the room. His eyes pass over Donna’s journal. MYSTERIOUS VOICE (v.o.): Eric... Eric... Eric looks down at Donna’s journal. It’s clear now that the voice is his own imagination at work. ERIC: Yes, Donna’s journal? JOURNAL (v.o.): I am the book of secrets, Eric. Don’t you want to know what she really thinks about you? Read me... read me... ERIC: You know, I really shouldn’t. JOURNAL (v.o.): Suit yourself. The voice of the journal sings nonsense lyrics innocently. Eric considers for a second, then climbs off the bed and steps toward the writing desk. JOURNAL (v.o., cont’d): But beware: what you learn here cannot be unlearned. ERIC: Okay, do you want me to read you or not? JOURNAL (v.o.): Sorry. Eric picks up the journal and opens it. We hear Donna’s voice reciting each passage that Eric reads. DONNA (v.o.): Eric and I went to second base tonight. He was hilarious... The prom is gonna be magical. I think tonight I’m finally gonna sleep with Eric... Which is like Woodstock, but for vans. Anyway, I think I’m finally gonna sleep with Eric... I love him so much. Tonight, I’m finally gonna sleep with Eric... ERIC: Okay, let’s just skip to the last page... He flips ahead. DONNA (v.o.): I had the weirdest dream about Eric last night. He was Eric, but he was also Steven Tyler from Aerosmith, and he looked really wicked and dangerous... Eric looks up from the journal, very pleased. ERIC: Yeah! “Wicked dangerous!” He looks back down to continue reading. DONNA (v.o.): Which is so not Eric. Sometimes I wish he were like that. All the pride in Eric’s face falls away. Footsteps sound off-screen. JOURNAL (v.o.): Quick! Put me down! Someone’s coming! Eric sets the journal back down just as Donna returns with Jiffy Pop and two soda bottles. Eric snaps upright in attention. ERIC: Hi! Hello. How are you? I didn’t do anything. You look pretty. Donna looks around, confused. Eric takes one of the sodas from her hand and takes a big gulp. ERIC (cont’d): (burps) I have to go now. He hurries past her and out the door. Donna looks from the doorway to her journal and back. Her eyes narrow.

MAIN CREDITS BUMPER INT. FORMAN BASEMENT - DAY It’s almost a normal afternoon in the basement; HYDE’s there. But instead of sitting in his chair, he lies face-down on the couch, his head buried under his arm. Soda cans and chip bags litter the floor nearby. He snores softly, deep in sleep. JACKIE sits in Hyde’s chair and watches him with a long face. KELSO paces up and down behind the couch. FEZ sits in the lawn chair, reading a comic. He has on a ridiculous pair of X-RAY GLASSES. KELSO: All right. No one’s gonna say it, I’ll say it. (to Fez) Fez, what is with the glasses? FEZ: (looks up) Well, the ad in the Richie Rich comic said they would let me see through a lady’s clothes. (beat) I have been swindled again. Jackie shakes her head, but not at their stupidity. JACKIE: Poor Steven. Abandoned again. See, this is why Daddy doesn’t believe in giving money to poor people. Because they don’t know how to handle it, and then stuff like this happens. Kelso nods sagely, while Fez turns back to his comic. JACKIE (cont’d): I wish there was something we could do for him. Kelso thinks for a second, then snaps his fingers. KELSO: I got it. We need some whipped cream and a feather. We put the whipped cream on Hyde’s hands, and tickle his nose with the feather, so when he goes to scratch it, he gets a face full of whipped cream. He and Fez giggle silently. JACKIE: How would that make Steven feel better? KELSO: (beat) Well, he’ll have fun beating Fez up if we tell him he did it. Fez glares up at Kelso, incredulous. Jackie shakes her head and stands, crossing to Kelso. JACKIE: No, Michael. Look, this is a horrible thing Steven’s going through. We should... we should get him a present or something, to cheer him up. Something thoughtful and personal. And I know just where to find it. Let’s get down to the mall! She hurries out the door, Kelso in tow. He pulls the door shut hard behind him, which wakes Hyde up. His sunglasses are missing. He looks around, sees Fez looking at him with the X-Ray glasses. HYDE: Get a good look there, Richie? Fez slowly sinks down in his chair and raises his comic up to cover the glasses. CUT TO: INT. FORMAN KITCHEN - DAY Also an almost normal afternoon. KITTY works on a salad bowl on the stovetop. RED enters through the patio door, holding his right thumb. RED: Kitty, where’s the Band-Aids? I cut my thumb with a hacksaw. Kitty tuts and retrieves a Band-Aid from a cabinet drawer. KITTY: Oh, Red, you know those things are dangerous. RED: Well, I tried cutting the metal pipe with a flower, but it was real slow going. Kitty frowns at him and starts applying the Band-Aid. KITTY: Well, seeing as how you’re being all snarky anyway, I may as well tell you: Pastor Dave is coming to dinner tonight. Red moans and pulls away. RED: Not tonight! There’s a Packer report on tonight. They’re doing a tribute to Vince Lombardi. KITTY: Red, you know I’m trying to get more involved in the church, so he is coming. RED: Kitty, if Pastor Dave comes over, we’ll never get rid of him. He’ll just go on and on about how great God is. Kitty gives him a long look. KITTY: Well, He is. What can Red say to that? He sighs and shakes his head. CUT TO: INT. MALL - DAY The Point Place mall, not terribly busy for a Saturday. Jackie and Donna stroll through the courtyard side by side. DONNA: And then he says “I have to go now” and runs off with that guilty look he gets whenever he does something stupid. I’m telling you, Jackie, I think Eric read my private journal. JACKIE: Oh... is this about the dream where you wished Eric was Steven Tyler? Donna glares at Jackie. She looks back, not seeing the problem. Donna pinches her arm, hard. Jackie shrieks and slaps Donna’s hand down. JACKIE: Don’t pinch me, you lumberjack! Kelso runs up to them, his arms full of hair products. KELSO: Check it out! The salon’s having a sale on everything. Look at this! Shampoo, conditioner – they’ve even got the Remington Mist-Air Hot Comb! He holds up the comb box. Jackie beams and claps. JACKIE: Oh, my God, Michael, that’s perfect! Steven would look fabulous with straight hair. KELSO: (beat) Right! Hyde’s present... He chuckles nervously, then cradles his collection of items more tightly, as if loathe to part with them. Donna shakes her head and leans over Jackie’s shoulder. DONNA: You do remember you’re here for Hyde, right? I’m pretty sure he’s not gonna use a hot comb. As a matter of fact, I’m not sure he uses a comb. Or shampoo. Jackie looks disgusted and shudders. JACKIE: Eww! CUT TO: INT. FORMAN DINING ROOM – EVENING Kitty got her way: PASTOR DAVE is over for dinner. He sits between the Formans as they all work on their salad. DAVE: Hey, do you know who I love? RED: Jesus. DAVE: (beat) Well, yes. But I was going to say Vince Lombardi. Red looks up. RED: You’re a Packer man? DAVE: Are you kidding? I bleed cheese. Red grins. Suddenly, he’s enjoying this dinner. RED: Well, I’m not sure, but I think there may be a Packer report on tonight. DAVE: Red, I think you may be right. And I think it could start in eight-and-a-half minutes. RED: Then what do you say we choke our dinners down, get our asses on the couch? DAVE: Amen! They go to work on the salads. Kitty, not amused, stands. KITTY: Red, can you help me in the kitchen, please? He doesn’t get up. KITTY (cont’d): Right now, please? She goes into the kitchen. Red follows, patting Dave on the back as he passes into: INT. FORMAN KITCHEN – EVENING Kitty is at the stovetop, spooning the main course onto plates. Red hurries over to her. KITTY: Red, this night is not about football. This night is about company. RED: And our company wants to watch the Packer report. He spends his life doing the Lord’s work, and if you would deny this holy little man that simple pleasure... well, God have mercy on your soul. KITTY: Just can it, Red. She pushes a plate into Red’s hands. KITTY (cont’d): Bring him his food. Red takes the plate and hurries back to the: INT. FORMAN DINING ROOM – EVENING Red drops the plate in front of Dave and takes the salad plate. RED: You got six minutes. DAVE: (mouth full) I’m eating. Red returns to: INT. FORMAN KITCHEN – EVENING Red brings Kitty the empty salad plate. She looks down and notices his thumb is bare. KITTY: Red, where is your Band-Aid? RED: Oh, I don’t know. I had it on a second ago. Must’ve come off while I was serving the - It hits him and Kitty at the same time. They share a look of shock, then race back into: INT. FORMAN DINING ROOM – EVENING Pastor Dave is scarfing down dinner as fast as he can. By the time Red and Kitty reach him, it’s too late; he finishes his last bite and throws his hands up in the touchdown signal. DAVE: Done! Red and Kitty shift on their feet, neither prepared to say anything. BUMPER INT. LEO’S HOUSE – EVENING A modestly-sized apartment, somewhat shabby but tastefully decorated in a Japanese style. “Werewolves of London” by Warren Zevon plays on the radio. Hyde (sunglasses back), LEO, Eric, and Fez (still wearing his X-Ray glasses) all sit around a low table. LEO has a sake set laid out. ERIC: Hey, Leo, thanks for letting us hang out here. I just – I didn’t want to see Donna after what she wrote. HYDE: Forman, no one cares. LEO: (to Eric) That’s true, man. (to everyone) Listen, you guys know I don’t allow alcohol in my house, so you’re just gonna have to drink sake instead. The guys look amongst themselves; they all know the score on sake. FEZ: “Sake” it to me, Leo. (laughs) HYDE: Don’t start with the sake jokes, Fez. FEZ: Oh, put a “sake” in it. (laughs) Leo pours and passes out the cups. Eric takes his and holds it near his mouth. ERIC: Well, this would be fun if I wasn’t so miserable. HYDE: Look, Forman, we’re willing to sit here and drink these tiny, allegedly alcoholic drinks, but we don’t wanna hear you bitch about Donna all night. ERIC: Oh, don’t worry, Hyde. I don’t feel like talking about Donna. He downs his sake and sets the glass upside down on the table. CUT TO: Moments later. Eric has a pyramid of cups stacked, and he’s well into drunk. ERIC: You see, the thing about Donna is... HYDE: Here we go. ERIC: She acts like everything’s all cool, okay? And then, all of a sudden I’m no Steven Tyler. (scoffs) FEZ: Oh, Eric, give it up, for heaven’s “sake.” He laughs at his own pun again, and this time Leo joins in. LEO: (to Fez) You’re still the king, man. ERIC: Man, I thought were past the phase where we had to impress each other. HYDE: You are. Now you’re in the “she dumps you for a biker with a wicked tattoo” phase. The most entertaining of all phases. Eric stands, almost gracefully. ERIC: Oh, my God... oh, my God, Hyde, that’s it! A tattoo’s dangerous! There’s a place next to the liquor store. I could go get one right now! Leo stands, and we cut to: ERIC’S POV. Sake has him seeing three of Leo, overlapping and waving against the wall, and each of them talk. LEO: No way, man! We’re not gonna let you go to some sleazy tattoo parlor and spend money for something you’ll regret for the rest of your life. I’ll tattoo you for free, man. I’m pretty sure I used to do this for a living. FADE TO BLACK COMMERCIAL BUMPER INT. LEO’S HOUSE – EVENING A short time later. Eric, still drunk, leans on a cabinet, his pants pulled down. Hyde and Fez hold his hands while Leo sits on a stool in the back, working on a tattoo on Eric’s ass. ERIC: How cool am I? A tattoo of my girlfriend’s name – how’s that for dangerous? LEO: Yeah, I think Debbie’s really gonna like this. ERIC: (beat) Wait. Debbie? No, Donna. LEO: (beat) Right. Okay, no problem. I can fix it. ERIC: Fix what? LEO: Relax. Debbie will never notice it. Eric looks back toward Leo. ERIC: It’s Donna. LEO: See, now you moved, man! It’s okay. I can make that into a flower. He goes back to work, and Eric looks forward, much less sure about this. FEZ: (to Eric) Oh, you know what you should get? Boobs. Big boobs on your butt. HYDE: That’s classy. LEO: Hey, I can turn the “Bs” into boobs. ERIC: (beat) Wait, what “Bs?” LEO: Like in “Debbie,” your girlfriend? ERIC: It’s “Donna!” LEO: Oh, right. (beat) Oh, I can fix that. CUT TO: INT. MALL - EVENING The shopping continues. A promotional table for WFPP is set up against the wall, a phone and microphone set up. Donna chats with the ATTENDANT while Jackie looks around at the different stores. DONNA: (to attendant) So has the call-in contest started yet? ATTENDANT: No, but we start taking calls any minute. Hey, did you ask Max about tickets for you and your boyfriend? DONNA: No, he said he needed me to work that night. And I think Eric read my journal, so not getting him in to see Zeppelin seems like a good punishment. The attendant shrugs and nods. Something in a shop window catches Jackie’s eye, and she tugs on Donna’s sleeve as she points with the other hand. JACKIE: Donna, look! Baby blue bell bottoms. See, if Steven wore things like that, no one would know he was poor. Donna smiles in pity. DONNA: Yeah, um... no. Jackie groans and stomps her foot. JACKIE: Donna, you haven’t liked any of my ideas. The mall’s closing soon and we haven’t found anything for Steven. DONNA: Look, Jackie, it’s nice that you want to do something for Hyde, but shopping is not that thing. Hyde doesn’t care about bell bottoms or leisure suits or hair, and I’m pretty sure the only thing he’d do with a Pet Rock is break a window with it. Jackie sighs and throws up her hands. JACKIE: Steven’s just so complicated. I’ve never had this much trouble finding a gift for Michael. Kelso runs up to them. His hair care products from before are stuffed in a large salon bag worn on one arm, a white sport jacket is draped over the other, two clothing boxes are balanced between both arms, and the box for Sorry! is balanced on top. He’s grinning ear to ear. KELSO: Is everything in this mall on sale or what? This is awesome! Donna shakes her head and Jackie scowls at Kelso. JACKIE: Michael, you’re supposed to be helping us find something to cheer Steven up. KELSO: Jackie, Hyde’s not a “cheer up” kind of guy. That’s not how he gets over stuff. He gets over stuff by punching people, rockin’ out to bitchin’ tunes, and dipping into his stash. DONNA: Wow, Kelso, that was actually pretty insightful. KELSO: Yeah, well... (beat, to Jackie) I can still get all this stuff, right? I mean, just ‘cause we didn’t find anything for Hyde, that’s no reason to waste all these sweet deals. Donna puts a hand to her forehead. Jackie steps up to the radio table and starts chatting with the attendant as we fade to: INT. FORMAN LIVING ROOM – EVENING Now it’s Red turn to have his way: he, Kitty, and Dave are on the couch, the Packer report playing on TV. Kitty is clearly unhappy. Not that the men notice; Red has a diagram worked out on the coffee table with peanuts. RED: And then Bart Starr fakes a hand-off to Anderson and finds Dowler in the endzone for the winning touchdown! DAVE: Wow! On TV it seemed confusing, but with peanuts, it’s all so clear! Kitty taps Red on the arm. KITTY: Red, um, can I see you in the kitchen for a minute, please? RED: Yeah, just one second. He and Kitty stand. Red pats Dave on the back. RED (cont’d): You go ahead and set ‘em up again, and I’ll show you how the Packers won the Ice Bowl. DAVE: All right! He eagerly starts rearranging the peanuts as Red and Kitty step into: INT. FORMAN KITCHEN – EVENING Red and Kitty stand by the stove. Red looks happy; Kitty is decidedly not. KITTY: Okay, Red, don’t you think it’s time your little friend went home? RED: Kitty, I’m just being sociable, like you asked. Just being a good host. KITTY: Oh, sure. All good hosts feed their guests Band-Aids. RED: Band-Aid, Kitty. Don’t exaggerate. From the living room, Dave lets out a pained moan. Red and Kitty move back into: INT. FORMAN LIVING ROOM – EVENING Dave is curled up on the couch in a fetal position, clutching at his stomach as he moans. Kitty’s jaw drops as she looks up at Red. KITTY: Oh, my God! Dave looks up piteously at his hosts. DAVE: Hospital, please. CUT TO: INT. FORMAN BASEMENT - NIGHT Much later, probably near 2 or 3 in the morning. Hyde is in his chair, his feet propped up on the coffee table as he sleeps. Eric is also asleep, on the couch. He has no pants, and his shorts are pulled down just enough for the ice pack on his ass to cover his tattoo. We slowly zoom in on his face as we cut to: INT. DONNA’S ROOM – DAY DREAM SEQUENCE. Donna lies on her bed, writing away in her journal. She pauses and chews her pen in thought. Her door is kicked open. With a burst of smoke, Eric dances into the room as Steven Tyler, with a microphone at the ready. ERIC (lip-sync): Walk this way! Walk this way! Walk this way! Walk this way! Just give me a kiss... He performs some of Tyler’s finest moves as he sings. On “give me a kiss,” he leans in close to Donna, only to pull back just before their lips meet. ERIC (lip-sync): Like this! He wraps up his routine with a burst of pyrotechnics. Donna leaps off the bed and starts making out with him. She pulls back, breathless, and looks him over hungrily. DONNA: Eric, how did you get so hot? ERIC: (proudly) I got a tattoo. Beaming, Donna rips out the last page of her journal and scribbles in a new entry. DONNA: “Eric’s perfect.” She looks back up at Eric as he makes Steven Tyler lips. CUT TO: INT. FORMAN BASEMENT – NIGHT Back to reality. Eric grins in his sleep. His eyes slowly open. ERIC: Oh, yeah. His smile slips, and he puts a hand to his head. ERIC (cont’d): Ow. He adjusts the ice pack on his ass. ERIC (cont’d): Ow. He looks down toward the ice pack and remembers why it’s there. The grin returns. ERIC (cont’d): Oh, yeah. He adjusts his arm under his head and drifts back to sleep. BUMPER INT. FORMAN KITCHEN – DAY The next morning. Pastor Dave, looking the worse for wear, sits between an uncomfortable Red and Kitty at the kitchen table. DAVE: So, are you telling me that you fed me a Band-Aid? KITTY: Well... um, to be honest – Red fed you the Band-Aid. Dave looks to Red, who rolls his eyes. DAVE: How did this happen? KITTY: Red, why don’t you diagram it for him with peanuts? Red frowns at Kitty, then turns toward Dave. RED: Look, Dave, I’m real sorry. I didn’t realize how sick a Band-Aid would make you. DAVE: Well, thank you for your belated honesty, but the doctor said I had food poisoning from an undercooked sausage. RED: Food poisoning? That’s Kitty’s department. Dave looks to a stunned Kitty. KITTY: I have never undercooked a sausage in my life. I have a system. It’s foolproof. RED: Hey, Kitty – it’s okay. We all make mistakes. Kitty glares at both men. KITTY: I... Vince Lombardi is overrated. That’s right. He is overrated! Red and Dave recoil in horror. Red puts a bracing hand on Dave’s arm. RED: Ignore her. She’s hysterical! CUT TO: INT. FORMAN BASEMENT - DAY Hyde is still in his chair, still asleep. He hasn’t moved since last night. Not until the door bursting open stirs him awake. A beaming Jackie hurries to stand over him. Her hand is clasped tight around a small, thin envelope. JACKIE: Good, Steven, you’re up! Your hair’s clean, right? Hyde gives her a funny look. Jackie shakes off any unpleasant thoughts of unwashed hair and presents the envelope. JACKIE (cont’d): Surprise! With a skeptical look, Hyde takes the envelope and starts to open it. HYDE: Jackie, if you’re trying to get me to roller disco again, you can just – HOLY HELL! Hyde leaps to his feet. Even through his sunglasses, his eyes bug out as he stares at the two slips from the envelope in his hand. HYDE (cont’d): Zeppelin? You scored Zeppelin tickets, center row, tonight? JACKIE: Yeah! Donna’s radio station was giving them away. They were supposed to go to the seventh caller or something, but I’m rich and cute, so they’re mine now! Hyde looks up at her, his eyes still wide. HYDE: And you’re just giving them to me? Jackie nods. Hyde looks down at the tickets, then back to her. HYDE: Jackie... I don’t know what to say, man. Why’d you do this? Jackie wrinkles her nose up; she’s confused by the question. JACKIE: For you. Steven, you don’t deserve what your parents did to you again. You’re a really great guy. (Hyde scoffs) Yes, you are! I know, okay? I mean, everything you’ve done for me, even when we didn’t get along – taking me to the prom, helping me stand up to Laurie, going to jail... HYDE: That reminds me, I think I slept past my probation meeting this week. JACKIE: And, when you and Donna told me I should take some time to be alone, I didn’t want you to be right. But I feel like I’ve really grown a lot with that time, and I was finally able to forgive Michael, which I wouldn’t have. So you were right. And that was a nice way to make sure I didn’t slip back into that crazy crush I had on you. Hyde’s face starts to slip. Jackie doesn’t notice. JACKIE (cont’d): Remember how I got so worked up, I really thought you were the one who felt something after that kiss? She giggles. Hyde gives a very small, guarded smile. JACKIE (cont’d): So I wanted to say “thank you,” for being such a good friend. And I wanted you to have something nice... something where no one got punched and you wouldn’t forget once you came down. HYDE: Jackie... He gives her a long look. There’s something he wants to say, but it won’t come. Jackie leans in, attentive. HYDE (cont’d): (beat) Thank you. Jackie holds her arms open. Hyde shrugs, lets her give him a big hug; he settles for wrapping one arm loose around her shoulders. When they break, he looks back down at the tickets. HYDE (cont’d): So, what time should we head out? JACKIE: Oh, no, Steven, I can’t go. Michael asked me to help him set up his new hot comb and... well, let’s just say after the last time he tried using one, I don’t think he should be left alone with it. HYDE: Then what do I do with the other ticket? Fez enters through the basement door, still wearing X-Ray glasses. Hyde lets out a long sigh and holds up the tickets. HYDE (cont’d): Fez, man, Zeppelin! You in? Fez beams and clasps his hands together. He hurries over to them. FEZ: Oh, Hyde, that would be wonderful. Just you and me – for old times’ “sake.” He and Jackie both laugh at the pun while Hyde frowns. CUT TO: INT. HALLWAY – DAY The upstairs hall of the Pinciotti house. Eric strolls confidently up to Donna’s door. He tries to kick it open, but instead pushes himself back against the far wall and falls flat on his ass, leaving a giant footprint on the door. Donna opens the door, sees Eric sprawled out. DONNA: Eric, what the hell? Did you just kick my door? ERIC: (beat) No. He stands, and they both enter: INT. DONNA’S BEDROOM - DAY Eric, regaining some of his mojo after the fall, loosens his belt. ERIC: But I got a surprise. I got a tattoo. Guess where? On my butt! DONNA: (beat) Why? ERIC: Why? Because I’m dangerous, lady! Donna frowns at Eric. She passes him and retrieves her journal from her bed, holding it between them. DONNA: Eric, I want you to be honest with me, and I promise I won’t get mad. Did you read my journal? ERIC: Um... yeah. DONNA: You sneaky little dillhole! She whacks him in the arm with her journal. Eric recoils and juts a finger out at her. ERIC: No! You know who’s sneaky? People who go around writing their feelings in their journals and not telling their boyfriends what they feel. So, you know what? I’m not sorry. (beat) I’m so sorry. DONNA: You want to know how I feel? Fine. I’ll tell you how I feel! She opens her journal and flips to the last page. DONNA (cont’d): (reading) “Today at lunch I was looking at Eric when he didn’t know it, and I just couldn’t believe how much I love him and how lucky I am to be with him.” (looks up) Why couldn’t you read that page? ERIC: Because you came back. (beat) Look, Donna – look, I’m really sorry, but... you know, it’s just sometimes I get worried, you know? DONNA: Well, you know what? Suck it up. She puts her journal away in her writing desk. DONNA (cont’d): Eric, these are my private thoughts, and I’m allowed to have them. You have to stop trying to be what you think I want you to be and just, like, be yourself. ERIC: Okay. I think I’m gonna go. He turns to leave. DONNA: Well, wait. Take off your pants. Eric’s eyes light up. ERIC: Really? All right! Donna laughs. DONNA: No. To show me your tattoo. ERIC: I knew that, yeah. I knew that. I think you’re really gonna like it. Just... don’t be mad if it says “Debbie.” Eric turns around, drops his pants, and lifts his shirt up to expose his ass. Donna takes a look and chokes down a laugh. DONNA: Woodstock. ERIC: It says “Woodstock?” DONNA: No, it’s a picture of Snoopy’s friend Woodstock. You have a little yellow bird on your ass! She finally cracks as Eric considers all the regrets now tied into this tattoo. FADE TO BLACK CREDITS INT. DONNA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT DREAM SEQUENCE. Donna and Jackie sit on the bed, rocking out, while the boys perform “Walk this Way” – Eric as Steven Tyler, Hyde as Joe Perry, Kelso as Tom Hamilton, Fez (still wearing the X-Ray glasses) as Brad Whitford, and Leo as Joey Kramer. Eric flirts with Donna as they perform, while Hyde and Kelso do the same with Jackie. ERIC (lip-sync): So I took a big chance at the high school dance With a missy who was ready to play Was it me she was foolin’? ‘Cause she knew what she was doin’ Taught me how to walk this way She told me to ERIC & HYDE (lip-sync): Walk this way! Walk this way! Walk this way! Walk this way! END.

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chenfordswopez · 2 years ago

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The Circle

"The oil companies control everything. Like there's this guy who invented this car that runs on water, man. It's got a fiberglass, air-cooled engine and it runs on water, man!”—Hyde's classic circle moment

The Circle is a popular setting on FOX comedy That '70s Show, where the '70s teens smoke pot in Eric's basement. It also makes some appearances in the sequel series That '90s Show. It also takes place in Betsy's attic.

Est: 1972/1973

Members

First Generation: Eric Forman Steven Hyde Michael Kelso Fez Donna Pinciotti Jackie Burkhart Kitty Forman (kitchen) Red Forman (kitchen)

Second Generation: Leia Forman Gwen Runck Jay Kelso Nate Runck Nikki Garcia Ozzie Chen

Visitors

Laurie Forman Mitch Miller Schatzi Mr. Wilkinson Randy Pearson Leo Chingkwake Andrew Jill Alice Cooper Steven Tyler (cutout) Joe Perry (cutout) Bob Pinciotti Midge Pinciotti Mrs. McGee Jackie's plush unicorn Coach Ferguson Jerry Thunder The Station Manager Waitress Fatso The Clown

Betsy Kelso

Kristie Forman

Delilah Reed

Mitch Pinciotti

Ridge Pinciotti

#t9s wikis #screw wikipedia this is sm better

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bdscuatui · 5 years ago

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Giao dịch Bất động sản Quận Erie - Tin tức Buffalo Sau đây là các giao dịch bất động sản trên 5.000 đô la như được liệt kê trong hồ sơ của văn phòng thư ký Quận Erie trong tuần kết thúc vào ngày 21 tháng 2. AMHERST • Đại lộ 113 High Park, Debra Mary Koessler đến Lewis Ashley Elizabeth R; Patrick Z. Lewis, 620.000 đô la. • 15 Tòa án Guinevere, Rebecca L. Scamurra cho Jessica C. Frattali; Phillip M. Frattali Jr., $ 380.000. • 150 Sierra Drive, Ryan ngôi nhà của New York đến James P. Merrill; Mary A. Merrill, 362.480 đô la. • 57 Hunter Hunter Glen, Anthony W. Muffoletto; Kim M. Thomas đến Desire Giraneza; Mary Samoei, 336.000 đô la. • Tòa án Bramble 153, Anthony A. Tufillaro; Patricia A. Tufillaro đến Ginamarie M. Divita; Ryan M. Divita, $ 315,000. • 27 Campbell Meadows, Marilyn A. Hutcherson; Timothy C. Hutcherson cho Bandar Abdulrahman Almaghrabi; Farda Barandeh, 308.000 đô la. • Vòng tròn 414 Greengage, Mackenzie A. Fogarty; Allison Marchese đến Brian Bray; Cathryn Bray, 240.000 đô la. • 200 đường Briarhurst, Salvatore A. Zambito II đến Gregg P. Morrison, 222.000 đô la. • 38 Sudbury Lane, Ryan Divita đến Lori Lynn Rowe, 220.000 đô la. • 75 Tòa án Sedgemoor, Jessica C. Frattali; Phillip M. Frattali Jr. đến Tyler R. Holmes, $ 212.000. • Tòa án vườn 114, Smit Singla cho James A. Schwartz; Linda M. Schwartz, $ 208.500. • Tòa án Winterset 905, Karen L. Kowalc: 05 đến Karen Tyno, $ 181.000. • Đường 1422 Eggert, Kevin G. Appler cho Gregory M. Dionne; Taylor L. Walsh, $ 172,000. • 4755 # 8 Đường Chestnut Ridge, Carol M. Altman đến Amy Lynn Mccarrick, $ 122,570. • 59b Old Lyme Dr Unit 4, Arman Afshani đến Stephanie A. Smyth, $ 116.300. , Ciminelli Muir Woods LLC đến Ryan ngôi nhà của New York, $ 82,330. • 45 Guilford Lane Đơn vị 6, Nancy J. Hubbard đến Janet Traise, 81.000 đô la. • 3059 Tonawanda Creek Road, Hayes Jann OH; Prentice S. Hayes cho Andrea R. Miller; Matthew D. Miller, 80.000 đô la.AURORA / EAST AURORA • 4150 Martingale Ct # 26, Mona Livingston đến Maureen Ann Martin; Ronald George Martin, $ 490.000. • 226 Walnut St., Ruth E. Musty cho Barbara L. Ronan; Michael E. Ronan, $ 185,000. • Trung tâm 648 St., Henrietta Smith; Henrietta F. Smith đến Tod Douglas Smith, $ 132,000.BLASDELL • 3879 South Park Ave., Florence D. Pinkoske; William L. Pinkoske đến WNY Management Group LLC, $ 115.000.BOoston • 6405 Hillcroft Drive, John C. Tomani; Rosemary F. Tomani đến Therese M. Muscato, 430.000 đô la.BUFFALO • 11 Summer St., Main-Summer Corp đến Gold Wynn Buffalo LLC, 1.300.000 đô la. • 509 Virginia St., Geoffrey P. White đến Frederick Mertz, 515.000 đô la. , Kathleen T. Schwinger đến 1597 Elmwood Buffalo LLC, $ 465.000. • 13 St Johns Place, 829 Bird Ave. LLC đến Edward M. Bartel; Rebecca L. Bartel, 425.000 đô la. • 527 Richmond Ave., Lanzer Holdings LLC đến Kristen Tservranckx, 410.250 đô la. • 433 Prospect Ave., Alexanders 46 Inc; Greg Phillies Enterprises LLC đến Alice M. Damato; Donald R. Damato, 350.000 đô la. • 64 Rand Ave., Bruce Omahen; Rebecca Omahen đến Ansh Gupta; Kayla Kathleen Gupta, 242.050 đô la. • 45 Shoreham Parkway, Atml Trading Inc đến Auwid Adnan M Al, 225.000 đô la. • 342 Amherst St., M & j Limited Partnership to Safe Link Transport Inc, 220.000 đô la. • 22 Putnam South, Darryl Heusinger; Eric Heusinger; Bart Semira đến Jenna L. Darron, $ 217.500. • Biệt thự 391, John Majewski III cho Andrew Binder, $ 210.000. • 277 Woodside, Hook & Lad Development LLC đến Kathryn M. Marzeski, $ 180.000. • 733 St Lawrence Ave., Jason P. Kilonsky; Jennifer L. Scibetta cho Jessica L. Shchurowsky; Stephen M. Shchurowsky, $ 176,900. • 173 West Tupper St., Ronald Scott đến Alisha Kandola, $ 175,440. • 706 Tonawanda St., Ahmed Alkaifi đến Best Home WNY Inc, $ 160.000. • 65 Baynes, Tany Haynes cho Anne H. Showers; Jesse J. Showers, 150.500 đô la. • 176 Crystal, Hook & Lad Development LLC đến Jessica Ruth Kohl, 132.000 đô la. • 33 Mt Vernon Ave., Richard F. Mazella; Suzana Mazella đến Jordan Khoury, 130.000 đô la. • 409 South Ogden St., Steven Melock; Charles C. Siwy; Kinda Siwy đến Jenelle Dixon; Bernardo Ortiz, 128.900 đô la. • 99 Metcalfe St., Kevin Dawidowicz đến Gabriel L. Malcolm, 125.000 đô la. • 50 Aldrich, Ra & bt LLC đến Timothy I. Mulotta, 125.000 đô la. • 72 Kamper Ave., Sean P. Conrad đến Bruce B. Omahen ; Rebecca L. Omahen, 120.000 đô la. • 193 Lisbon Ave., Booboo 55 Corp đến Jon R. Nelson, 117.000 đô la. • 98 Unger Ave., William C. Londo II cho Jennifer K. Lowry; Timothy O. Overdorf, 95.000 đô la. • 17 Condon Ave., Condon 17 LLC đến Mahdi Enad, 95.000 đô la. • 217 Schiller, Alpha One Realty LLC đến Nieisha S. Beauford, 95.000 đô la. • 127 Downing St., Homedog LLC đến Stacey T. Whalen, 90.240 đô la. • 99 Riverview Place, Rosalie S. Bosch đến Gustavs S. Rhodes; Teresa A. Rhodes, 85.000 đô la. • 462 Plymouth, Thomas J. Raftery đến Imran Hassan, 85.000 đô la. • 145 Evelyn, Stanley C. Owcarz; Stanley Charles Owcarz; Stanley Owcarz đến Nai Chan Rot, 80.000 đô la. • 105 Manhattan Ave., Teena Jackson; Teena Jones đến Sabnam Akther, 75.000 đô la. • 65 Forman, Begum Sufia đến Imran Khalique, 75.000 đô la. • 67 Bird Ave., James Mackinnon tới Corey Rae Hunter, 71.250 đô la. • 895 Prospect Ave., Mary K. Sullivan tới Susan. . • 488 Winspear Ave., Lou Lou Lao đến Buffalo Sunrise Dream USA Inc, 64.000 USD. • 230 Hagen St., Jamal Hossain đến Mst Merina Khatun; Md Kutub Uddin, 60.000 đô la. • 27 Theodore, Cindy D. Clarke đến Mohammad N. Zaman, 60.000 đô la. • 25 Mayer Ave., Black Rock Properties LLC đến Buffalo Revival LLC, 57.500 đô la. • 109 Progressive Ave., Mirza Iqbal Rahman Shs; Chữ ký quản lý vốn dba, 55.000 đô la. • 96 Bush St., Mirza Iqbal Rahman cho tài sản Shs; Chữ ký quản lý vốn dba, 55.000 đô la. • 11 Ivy St., Dream Home Realty của Buffalo Inc đến Majed Miah, 50.000 đô la. • 16 Gatchell St., Ugr Cap LLC đến Afrin Akter; Md Main Uddin, 47.000 đô la. • 55 A, Sit Ma Ma Re đến Faw Lan, 45.000 đô la. • 18 Klaus St., Edward Green đến Pamela N. Stoddard; Ronald F. Stoddard Sr., 45.000 đô la. • 582 William, Mohmed Altashi đến Mothana Anwar S H, 45.000 đô la. • 12 Manhart St., Ernestine Price; Ernestine Marguerite Giá cho Mohammed S. Mia, 41.000 đô la. • 275 Davidson, Patricia Ann Thomas đến 275 Davidson LLC, 40.000 đô la. • 1501 Genesee St., Jhura Corp; Jhura Inc đến Mafiz ký kết Inc, 40.000 đô la. • 393 Northampton, Mohammed Ashak đến Kamrul Hassan Bhuiyan, 39.000 đô la. • 56 Wick St., Kevin Clark đến Md Jahangir Alam, 37.100 đô la. • 2166 Bailey Ave. Cứu Grace Min Ministry Inc cho Sadaf Hina Jawed; Muhammad Arslan Yousaf, 36.000 đô la. • 225 Hagen St., Lindenhurst Gas Corp đến Rozina Akhter; Jamal Hossain, 35.000 đô la. • 354 Florida, Michael A. Seaman; Thành phố Buffalo cho người nổi tiếng bất động sản Hoa Kỳ Inc, 34.000 đô la. • 87 Alma, Thành phố trâu đến Nilufa Yeasmin Mosammat, 33.000 đô la. • 94 Krettner St., Timothy James Andulchat; Mary L. Coston đến Esb Group LLC, $ 32,800. • 58 Maryland St., Geoff Wade; Geoffrey lội đến Bonkuka Fnu Kwayo Ithe, 30.000 đô la. • 128 Carl, Michael A. Seaman; Thành phố Buffalo đến Amirul Hồi giáo, 27.000 đô la. • 43 B, Elora Saied đến Aklima Karim Khan, 21.000 đô la. Ngân hàng Hoa Kỳ NA Tr đến Hzmy LLC, $ 17,622.CHEEKTOWAGA • 68 Ad Windwood Court, Windwood Place LLC đến 3095 Harlem Road Inc, $ 425.000. • 121 Groell Ave., Zabihollah Khaiber đến Mushtaq A. Mohamed, $ 275.000. Dorothy A. Coyle; Ronald J. Coyle đến 3200 Genesee St. LLC, 220.000 đô la. • 51 Goering Ave., Standard Property Management LLC đến Cyprian L. Mbeke; Kai E. Mbeke, 210.000 đô la. • 35 Crandon, Ralph Tweetsey đến Shahin Ahmed; Nele Begum, $ 167.500. • 116 Yvonne Ave., James E. Kolhoff; Marcella J. Kolhoff cho Humayyah Lee Hayward, 165.000 đô la. • 503 Walton Drive, Briana L. Niland cho Richard A. Hall Jr., 162.500 đô la. • 461 Darwin Drive, Janice Tucker cho Joseph L. Coleman IV, 149.000 đô la. • 99 Lou Ann Lái xe, Syte LLC đến Jenna Willis, 146.900 đô la. • 148 Đường Briarcliff, Jeremy B. Hoover đến Nathaniel B. Niver, 145.000 đô la. • 50 Wells Ave., Susan Casucci; Susan B. Casucci đến Sabrina N. Casucci, 145.000 đô la. • 195 Mcnaughton Ave., Michael P. Wendel đến Laurie A. Yaeger, 140.000 đô la. • 307 Parker St., Malwina Lubonski đến Daniel R. Bunch Jr., 125.000 đô la. • 20 Lái xe Parkedge, Brian D. Richards; Renee C. Richards đến Willie Frank Cickyham; Lucy Shannon, 100.000 đô la. • 142 Elmwood Ave., David J. Bartochowski; Bartochowski Irene M tháng 12; Norbert L. Bartochowski cho David Anderson; Melissa Anderson, 90.100 đô la. • 114 Glidden St., Helen A. Piatkowski; Jeanette Ruperti; Chester J. Wrobel; Thomas J. Wrobel đến Hdh Realty Inc, 90.000 đô la. • 107 Olanta St., Guinevere C. Horst; Thomas E. Horst đến James Haley III, 66.000 đô la. • 94 Woodell Ave., Sandra A. Piatek đến Amanda L. Fliss; Virginia Szalczewski, $ 52.500. • 18 Helenbrook Lane, Suzanne M. Kowal; Barbara M. Stanton đến William A. Scholz, 50.000 đô la. • 1591 East Delavan Ave., Douglas J. Stone; Nancy A. Stone đến Ks State Inc, 36.000 đô la. • 19 Vera Ave., Darlene R. Dudzic; Vincent Lotempio đến Cơ quan thế chấp của tiểu bang New York, $ 33,174. • 114 Glidden St., Schlant Mark J Bkr Tr; Wrobel Thomas J Bkr Tr đến Hdh Realty Inc, 30.000 đô la. • 1272 & 1280 Walden Ave., Scott A. Bylewski; Quận Erie đến 1280 Walden LLC, 17.000 đô la. • Đất trống 3048 William St., James Roberts đến Raas Lending Corp, 15.000 đô la. • 89 Henry St., James Hill đến Kevin Wiess, 15.000 đô la. LỚN • 5354 Briannas Nook, Forbes Homes Inc tới Jeffrey M. Meissner, 492.215 đô la. • 5733 Waterford Lane, Essex Ngôi nhà của WNY Inc cho Kevin D. Callahan; Mary J. Callahan, 450.145 đô la. • 9409 Bonnie Fay Drive, Edward M. Bartel; Rebecca L. Bartel đến Karalyn A. Freitag; Peter J. Freitag, 440.000 đô la. • 9640 Cao St., Ashley S. Tibbetts; Evan R. Tibbetts đến Emily A. Adolf; Kurt C. Adolf, $ 390,000. • 8061 Clarherst Drive, Walter J Floss Jr Tin tưởng có thể hủy bỏ 081806 Tr cho Jonathan D. Schierer; Shirley Schierer, 350.000 đô la. • 6125 Đường Goodrich, Barbara Schmid đến Konrad H. Diehl, 205.000 đô la. • 8885 Tòa án Williams, Karin M. Ryan; Robert J. Ryan đến Mcw Const Inc, 155.000 đô la. • 5861 1c Goodrich Road, Thaddeus Reszel; Thaddeus F. Reszel Jr. đến John E. Thur; Susanne K. Thur, 140.000 đô la. • 8928 Willyoungs Nhìn ra, Cimato Enterprises Inc đến Marrano / marc Equity Corporation, 130.000 đô la. • 8783 Stahley Road, Keepsake Homes Inc cho Rosado Manuel E Garcia; Torres Johanne I Batiz, 85.000 USD. • Vùng đất trống Sheridan Drive, Christopher D. Carollo; Richard C. Reinhold đến Ehsan Afshani; Victoria Skurski, 60.000 đô la. • 8150 Hampalinger Road, Betty Lou Fiegl đến Christopher Lavocat; Meredith Lavocat, 50.000 đô la Mỹ. 7751 Đường Ailen, Lawrence J. Calleri; Paula J. Calleri cho Jennifer R. Hoffman; Todd Hoffman, 285.000 đô la Mỹ. 2274 Orchard Place, Irvine J. Gaffney; Richard C. Gaffney to Jammy Noyes, $ 118,000.CONCORD • 9206 Middle Road, Deborah A. Bruno đến Ryan A. Bruno, 155.000.ELMA • 140 Jackman Lane, Charles Agnello; Debra Agnello to Dane D. Đếm; Renee L. Koppenhaver, $ 580,000. • 2751 Bowen Road, David A Ross & diane M Ross Renovation31 LLC đến Joyce M. Chlebek; Mark P. Chlebek, 394.000 đô la. • 6 Hidden Valley Drive, Costa Family Trust 112211 Tr cho Jason Brostko; Julie Brostko, $ 287.500. • 91 Đường Hickory Hill, Michael C. Walczak; Sharon S. Walczak đến Nicole K. Sobol; Spencer L. Sobol, 285.000 đô la. TIẾNG VIỆT • 6694 Prescott Drive, David W. Bates; Paula M. Bates; Bethany Rubin đến Bank of America NA, $ 150,862. • 9729 Versailles Road, Catherine J. Piall đến Darlene M. Ignasiak, $ 101,017. • 8191 Erie Road, Jean Guenot tới Duncan Tyler Jewitt, $ 80.000.FARNHAM • 580 Thương mại St. Orlando; Nicholas J. Orlando; Paul C. Orlando đến Devon Richards, 82.000 USD. ĐẢO ĐẢO • 301 Thuộc địa, Neil F. Hoffman; Heidi C. Martin đến Breanne Rhoads; Kyle M. Rhoads, $ 189.000. • 153 Riverdale Drive, Scott M. Green đến Michele L. Wanko, $ 163.000 .AMAM • 5566 Camp Road, Dc Sw Cleburne LLC đến Micropropericat One LLC, $ 1,011,050. • 2296 Agassiz Drive, Marrano / marc Tập đoàn đến Jason C. Walsh, $ 344,612. • 53 Nice Ave., Ruth S. Wood cho Eric M. Herman; Laura Herman, $ 245,000. • 6671 Đường Burke, George H. Yoviene đến Maryann Miller; Thomas D. Miller, 220.000 đô la. • 4330-berkley Pl & 14075, Mark Leas; Nancy Vitale Leas to Mark C Leas 2015 Revocable Trust Tr, $ 40,000. LACKAWANNA • 95 South Shore, Kyle Wheeler đến Maureen T. Sweeney, 202.500 đô la. • 87 Shamokin Drive, Salvatore A. Monaco đến Debra J. Pytlak; Richard J. Pytlak, 150.000 đô la. • 50 knowlton Ave., Brett J. Gage đến Megan L. Sobocinski; Timothy M. Wilton, 146.810 đô la. • 37 Vincent Ave., Ethan W. Collins; Kenneth Gutschall cho Rmac Trust Series 2016-Ctt Tr; Ngân hàng Hoa Kỳ NA Tr, $ 117,458.LANCASTER • 6291 Broadway, Cheryl A. Derkovitz; Peter A. Derkovitz đến Kim Obllin Bucci; Rudolf D. Bucci, $ 635,000. • 105 Avian Way, Marrano / marc Equity Corporation cho Jamie L. Fletcher; Jonathan R. Fletcher, $ 420,908. • 19 Cây thông, Linda E. Stephens; Richard A. Stephens đến Ari H. Almqvist; Domenika C. Bryant, 360.000 USD. • 26 ngõ Logan, Ann Marie Pickard; James N. Pickard đến Beverly Skorupa; Robert Skorupa, 343.000 đô la. • 25 Willow Ridge, Vera Dziadyk; Zenart J. Dziadyk đến Jeannine Haak; Scott Haak, $ 295.000. • 47 Tín hiệu ổ đĩa, Robin M. Dickman; Scott J. Dickman; Scott Dickman; Robin M. Greene; Robin Greene; Michael J. Herberger đến Fannie Mae, $ 211,712. • 30 Hess Place, Thomas P Schuster Ira Ben; Công ty ủy thác cổ phần đối với Elizabeth Kreppel; Joseph R. Kreppel, $ 208,000. • 76 Robert Drive, Jeannine A. Haak; Scott M. Haak đến Nina N. Mohsini, 198.000 đô la. • 2a St Anthony St., William Severyn đến Ambitious Enterprises Inc, 35.000 đô la. • 2b St Anthony St., William Severyn đến Ambitious Enterprises Inc, 35.000 đô la.MARILLA • 11518 Jamison Road, Justin Enterprises của Marilla Inc đến C & c Snyder Properties LLC, 350.000 đô la. XEM LẠI • Đường đất trống, Đường sân khấu, Candy L. Zackey; Thomas S. Zackey cho John E. Thur; Susanne K. Thur, 130.000 đô la. BỘ SƯU TẬP • 10637 Elm St., Danielle C. Diltz đến Kristen Thomas, $ 118,450.ORCHARD PARK • 124 Breezewood Drive, Michael J. Sullivan Jr. đến Chandler Reid Ferguson, $ 420.000. Edward M. Kruk; Sharon Kruk đến Kelly D. Pomana, 200.000 USD. • 29 Burbank Drive, Delphine A. Rollek; Delphine Ann Rollek đến Thomas Anthony Rollek; Wendy Sue Rollek, 180.000 đô la. • 5661 Scherff, David F. Allan; Diane M. Finger; John Finger cho Bobbi Jo Clark, 150.500 đô la. • 3904 Đường Abbott, Danie E. Brick; Debbie Mcdonell; Deborah M. Mcdonell; Deborah Mcdonell; Joseph D. Mcdonell; Joseph Mcdonell đến Ngân hàng M & t, $ 77,732.SARDINIA • Đường Olean, Mark I LLC đến Mark A. Kless, $ 76,560.CITY OF TONAWANDA • 60 Broad St., D Avid Commercial Properties LLC đến Veg Properties LLC, $ 210.000. • 739 Fletcher St. , Maryann S. Miller; Thomas D. Miller đến Salvatore Niro; Samantha Niro, 152.000 đô la. • 145 Syracuse St., Richard George Sửa sang Bradley N. Sciandra; Raelyn A. Sciandra, 130.000 đô la. • 43 Schuler Ave., Justina Heerdt; Richard Heerdt đến Paige Gore; Luke William Koren, 125.000 đô la.TONAWANDA • 1840 Military Road, Borowski Enterprises LLC đến Classic Lanes Realty LLC, 950.000 đô la. • 167 Irving Terrace, Karolynne M. Walters đến Ye Wu, 214.900 đô la. • 80 Marquette Ave., Ryann Hartmayer cho Kathryn R. Eskew; Ron W. Eskew, 180.000 đô la. • 19-25 Hale Court, V & f Property Management LLC đến G & w Capital Real Real LLC, 165.000 đô la. • 45 Fairlane Ave., Willard A. Sanscrainte Sr. đến Dawn L. Patton; Jonathan Patton, 155.000 đô la. • 111 Westfall, James V. Bartkowski; Thomas V. Bartkowski; Patricia M. Grundtisch; Kathryn M. Ryan đến John H. Callowhill, 134.000 đô la. • 48 Warburton Place, Joseph E. Barry đến Matthew R. Braun, 125.600 đô la. • 463 Harrison Ave., Flower City Properties LLC đến Samantha Williams, 112.000 đô la. • 306 Abbington Ave. , Mark S. Aquino; Ethel Rakowski cho Paul J. Tagliarino, 110.600 đô la. • 471 Delkn Ave., Bertha Tejada đến Roy F. Thurston; Sherry L. Thurston, 101.000 đô la. CÁCH • Đất trống Hunters Creek Road, Mary Munn; Richard Munn đến 606 Oakwood LLC, 84.500 đô la. • 6234 Đường Vermont Hill, Norman R. Daruszka Jr. đến Lsf9 Master Sự tham gia của Master Tr; Ngân hàng Hoa Kỳ NA Tr, 79,733 đô la. SENECA TỐT NHẤT • 69 Tracy Lynn Lane, David J. Nagy; Rosanne M. Nagy đến Kelly A. Gorczyca; Matthew C. Gorczyca, 250.000 đô la. • 273 Garry Drive, Lsf9 Master Trion Trust Tr; Ngân hàng Hoa Kỳ NA Tr đến Tracy tháng 5, $ 200.000. • 33 Arrowhead Drive, Jennifer R. Hoffman; Todd D. Hoffman đến Ronnie Hartman, $ 193,300. • 77 Barnett Drive, Gerald M. Kane; John P. Kane; Joseph M. Kane; Karen E. Kane; Mary C. Kane; Michael F. Kane; Paul A. Kane; Peter T. Kane; Maureen A. Orayfig; Sheila P. Pierce cho Joseph M. Kane; Michelle Kane, 180.000 đô la. • 120 Burch Ave., Liebner Kinda; Mary K. Schwartzmeyer; Thomas J. Schwartzmeyer gửi Ngân hàng Hoa Kỳ NA, $ 172,986. • 51 Greymont Ave., Steven Melock; Charles C. Siwy đến La bàn mạo hiểm của WNY LLC, 120.000 đô la. • 57 Elmsford Drive, Victor Paul Olejniczak đến My Place của WNY LLC, 118.500 đô la. • 4099 Seneca St., Bank of America NA đến Tamsitu Holdings LLC, $ 7.980. [ad_2] Nguồn

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joesleftskeleton · 4 years ago

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Casually drops this here,

tattoo’d Eric cosplay? Yes

#that 70s show #eric forman #Eric Forman cosplay #that 70s show cosplay #rockstar Eric Forman #Steven Tyler #Steven Tyler Eric Forman #Donna pinciotti #jackie burkhart #Steven Hyde #Michael kelso #fez #cosplay #cosplayer #topher grace #my face

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those70scomics · 6 years ago

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Links to the Rest of the Story: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Outline for the End

Disclaimer: That '70s Show copyright The Carsey-Werner Company, LLC and Twentieth Century Fox Home Entertainment, LLC.

CHAPTER THREE THE TRAPEZOID

Eric hummed Rundgren's “I Don't Want to Tie You Down” while brushing his teeth. He hadn't won tickets this morning to the concert, and his next opportunity wouldn't be until he got home from school. But those tickets would be his, as would Donna's kiss. “Right here,” he said and tapped his Crest-coated lips. “Confident about that, are you?” The angel's reflection appeared beside Eric's in a burst of light, and Eric spat toothpaste onto the bathroom mirror. “Would you stop doing that?” Eric said. He grabbed a towel, wiped his mouth, and cleaned off the mirror. “What if I was peeing or something?”

The angel waved his hand dismissively. “Pshaw. We angels are dispassionate where human anatomy is concerned. Remember that time when your fly got stuck in Old Maine's bathroom, and you prayed for it to zip up?” Eric's stomach clenched. “Oh, God.”

“Precisely.” The angel smiled that smug smirk of his. “You've got six days left to get that kiss from Donna, or—” “Our relationship is over forever. You don't have to remind me.”

Eric washed his hands and left the bathroom. The angel went with him to his bedroom, but Eric had to get dressed for school. He searched his closet for the right outfit, one that would show Donna his sophisticated and sensitive side. He had a particular shirt in mind, but he couldn't find it. “The button-down one,” the angel said, “white with a coral-orange pattern?” Eric nodded. “That's the one.” “Donna bought you that shirt in ninth grade.” “Damn!” He chose a different dress shirt and grabbed his khaki pants. The angel was looking at him, and Eric's neck heated up. “Could you at least turn around?” “As you wish.” The angel faced Eric's bed while Eric got dressed. “But you won't avoid Donna's gaze so easily.” “Good!” Eric kicked off his pajama bottoms and pulled on the khakis. “I want her to see me, need her to. In my real life — my other life — she stopped.” “Are you sure about that?” Eric inhaled deeply through his nose. “Yeah, or my promise ring would be on her finger, and I wouldn't be here.” He began unbuttoning his pajama top. From the poster on his closet door, Farrah Fawcett seemed to be staring at him, but all he saw was Donna inside his mind. “But our connection must exist across the universe or something. I felt it on the driveway last night, and she did, too. Why else would she have told me about her parents?” “Yes,” the angel said, full of condescension, “you've made quite the impression on her already.” Eric's skin prickled, and he fumbled with the buttons of his dress shirt. “What do you mean by that? Did I come across as too nerdy? Does she need to see more of my rebellious side?” The angel turned from the bed. “Eric—” “No, wait. Should I cut my first classes at school and get a tattoo? Am I supposed to be — I don't know — more like Steven Tyler?” Or, maybe, more like Steven Hyde. “I wasn't … I didn't take chances.” His throat closed up. His dress-shirt was buttoned completely wrong, and he yanked it open, popping off some of the buttons. “Donna and Hyde are the reason I'm able to stand up for myself,” he said, voice cracking. “They're the reason I'm not a total duck.” The angel sighed. “You live and die by your own choices, Eric. Donna and Hyde might've influenced you, supported you, but every choice you make is your own.” He circled his finger in the air, and the buttons of Eric's dress shirt reattached themselves. The shirt buttoned itself up, and the collar adjusted itself around Eric's neck.

Eric's eyes widened. “You can use the Force!” “If you want a different reaction to your decisions,” the angel said, “make different ones — but they still have to be choices true to your heart, Eric.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Eric gestured to himself. “Can't you use your powers to give me some muscle? I mean, look at this!” He flexed his biceps. “Do you see anything? Because I sure don't.” The angel pressed a hand to his generous stomach and laughed. “You have other strengths. Use them.” Eric plunked down on the bed. “Strengths...” He tugged on a pair of socks. “Any hints about which ones I should use?” But the angel had left, and Eric slapped the top of his bed. Cryptic help was worse than no help at all. “'Make different choices,'” he said, mocking the angel’s advice. “'You have other strengths...'” He dug his hand through his hair. Whatever those strengths were, they hadn't kept him from losing Donna in his other life. To win her in this one, he needed to be stronger.

Eric chose a desk and dropped his backpack beside it. Spanish III was his first class of the day. He was the first student to arrive, but he remained standing in case Donna showed up. She took French in his other life. He had no reason to believe she’d do differently in this life, but he focused on the door as the room filled up. A pair of gigglers, Emily and Denise, entered and took desks at the back. They were followed by Jimmy Headgear, Buddy Morgan — whom Eric waved to — and Kelso, with Fez right behind him. “You!” Kelso shouted, pointing in Eric's direction. Eric pressed a hand to his chest and mouthed, “Me?” Kelso barreled forward and shoved him into the wall. Eric's shoulder bumped into a framed map of Spain, but Fez caught the map before it crashed to the floor. “A little to the right, Kelso,” Fez said. Kelso moved Eric to the right but kept him pinned against the wall. “Why are you hitting on my girl?” “Trust me, Kelso,” Eric said with a laugh, “I have no interest whatsoever in Jackie.” “Huh?” Kelso glanced at Fez, who was replacing the map on the wall. “Maybe he is gay,” Fez said. Kelso's eyes narrowed, and he gave Eric another shove. “So you want me for yourself?” “No,” Eric said. “But if I were gay, which I'm not, I'd go for Buddy Morgan.” He jutted his chin in Buddy's direction. Buddy had taken the desk left of his. “He's smart and nice and funny — and he's got a cool as hell Trans Am. Yeah, I'd definitely pick him over you—” Kelso gasped indignantly, and his hands sprang off Eric's arms. Fez, meanwhile, slid into the seat to Buddy's left. “Hello, Buddy,” Fez said. “Or do you prefer Mr. Morgan?” Mr. Soto, the Spanish teacher, stepped into the classroom. Eric rushed to his desk, and Kelso sat at the one to his right. “If you're not into Jackie,” Kelso whispered, “then why'd you tell her all those things about me?” Eric didn't answer. He rummaged in his backpack and pulled out a big bag of M&Ms. “Buddy, mind passing these to Fez?” “No problem.” Buddy took the M&Ms and gave them to Fez. “For me?” Fez said, and his face brightened. “Mr. Morgan, I think I — I think I love you.” “Thanks? ” Buddy flicked his eyes toward Eric. “But they're not from me. They're from Eric.” Fez ripped open the bag. “Who?” “Junior from Janesville,” Eric said. “I'm fulfilling my part of our deal from yesterday, even though you completely failed at upholding your part.” “Oh, yes.” Fez crammed a fistful of M&Ms into his mouth. “Mfddd awud.” An ear-stabbing screech ended all chatter in the classroom. Mr. Soto had scratched his fingernails on the chalkboard. The nails on his right hand were long because of his guitar playing, and he used them to his advantage. “There will be no extraneous discussion in my class,” he said, “unless it's in Spanish. ¿Entendido?” “Sí, Señor Soto,” everyone said back. Mr. Soto started class, opening with the story about his summer. He told it in Spanish, and the first time Eric heard it — in his other life—he'd understood less than half. This time, however, he understood most of it. Mr. Soto must've noticed because his gaze returned to Eric's often. Kelso tapped Eric's shoulder when Mr. Soto talked about breaking a guitar string. His band had been on a tour of Southwestern bars, and Eric wanted to hear about it, but Kelso whispered, “Why? Why did you tell Jackie I—” “Mister Kelso,” Mr. Soto said in Spanish, “do you want your parents to receive a student-alert form?” “What?” Kelso said. Mr. Soto's finger zipped across his lips. “Shut it.” . Kelso quit whispering, but that didn't keep him from writing Eric notes. He passed Eric tiny, folded-up wads of paper. They resembled dry spit balls more than notes, and by the end of class, Eric's desk was covered in paper scribbled with, “Why?” and “WHY?” and “¿Por qué?” He scooped the notes into the garbage can. Whatever happened between Kelso and Jackie wasn't his problem. But Kelso stayed on his heels and stopped him in the hallway. “She broke up with me, you know that?” Kelso said. “And I never even got to do it with her!” “Okay, let's say Jackie hadn't dumped you,” Eric said, “would you turn down Pam Macy if she offered to make out with you?” Kelso grinned, as if he were kissing Pam Macy right there. “No.” “And that's why I told Jackie what I did.” “You've made out with Pam Macy?” Kelso shouted, and Eric winced at the volume of his voice. “You've only been here a day! I've been trying for two years!” Eric pushed past him. Kelso's idiocy was headache-inducing, but Eric's task wasn't to smarten him up. It was to earn Donna's kiss. Three flights down, in the science lab, Mrs. Bridges took attendance for homeroom. Eric hid in the back, behind the farthest workstation. Having homeroom with Hyde could lead to trouble, maybe even a black eye. In this life, Eric didn't have Hyde's loyalty. Kelso did. “Eric Forman?” Mrs. Bridges said. “Here!” Eric said from behind the workstation. “Who said that?” Mrs. Bridges said. Damn. He had to risk showing himself, and he rose to his feet. Hyde was standing by Mrs. Bridges, but he strode toward Eric after Eric reconfirmed his presence. “Forman,” Hyde said and clasped Eric's shoulder. Eric braced himself for pain, but Hyde's grip was friendly. “You really burned Kelso, man. Telling Jackie all that crap about him — don't know why you did it, but thanks.” His hand fell from Eric's shoulder, and Eric held his breath. Hyde’s eyes weren't visible behind his sunglasses. He could’ve been setting Eric up. but Hyde said, “You ended the whole 'Jackie Experience'. I owe you one.” Eric exhaled and leaned against the workstation. “Well, I know Kelso's type. Where I come from, people like him can't keep it in their pants.” “You don't know crap.” Hyde's jaw visibly tensed. “You don't know Kelso, so I wouldn't be makin' assumptions if I were you.” “But Jackie believing these 'assumptions' is okay as long as it gets you what you want?” Hyde shrugged, but the tension had clearly spread to his shoulders. “Lying to Jackie, who cares? But Kelso's no cheater, all right?” “How do you know?” Eric said and stood up straight. Hyde's loyalty to Kelso was blinding him to the truth. “Jackie is Kelso's first girlfriend, right? So how do you know he's not a cheater?” Hyde's temple twitched, but after a moment he rested his arm on the workstation and laughed. “I get it. You're sweet on Jackie.” “No!” Eric shook his head and tried to keep from gagging. “I'm — no!” “Here's a piece of advice, Forman...” Hyde slipped his arm around Eric's shoulders. “You've been here less than two days. Get to know people before makin' assumptions about 'em.” He half-guided, half-dragged Eric toward the door. “Kelso's a moron, but he's a good guy. And Jackie might be cute, but behind those big brown eyes is a man-eating dragon. Watch yourself.” He released Eric and patted him hard on the back. “Thanks for the warning,” Eric said as the sting spread across his skin, but Hyde dashed into the hallway. “What about Donna?” Eric called after him Hyde slowed his pace. “What about Donna?” “What's she like?” “Off-limits,” Hyde said and kept on walking.

Eric thought he understood his friends. Even if they didn't know him, he should've been an expert in talking to them. He'd spent his whole life — his whole other life — doing that. But in this one, they reacted in unexpected ways to what he did. Mainly, they kept threatening him, and Fez was no exception. During third-period English, Fez whispered, “Jackie Burkhart is mine.” To emphasize his point, he bit into an M&M and slammed the uneaten half onto Eric's desk. “This is what will happen to you if you talk to her again … unless it's to keep her away from Kelso. That is acceptable.” Fez snatched the uneaten half-M&M and popped it into his mouth, but Eric didn't care about Jackie. Especially not the one here. She was a means to an end, but she was getting in the way of that end. Surely, though, Donna would appreciate what he'd done. Jackie and Kelso breaking up was his gift to her. Eric held onto that thought on the way to trigonometry, but Fez beat him there. By the time Eric arrived, Donna was surrounded by Fez, Hyde and other students. Eric had no access to her. During class, Hyde intercepted the notes he tried to pass, and Donna ignored Eric when the school bell rang. She walked right by him without even a glance. She was angry. Had to be. But if he could explain himself, if they could talk, she'd understand his motives. He'd tried to protect Jackie from heartbreak, to liberate Donna from Jackie's obnoxious presence. He repeated this potential conversation to himself during music class. Fortunately, Mr. Campbell's lesson on Beethoven gave Eric the space to think. All Donna had to do was understand his perspective. She'd witnessed Kelso ogling Pam Macy yesterday, same as him. She had to see that Eric was acting from a good intent. Or she could continue to ignore him. She didn’t wave him over in the cafeteria, no invitation to sit with her. Eric wandered the tables with his bologna sandwich and cup of apple juice, but sitting with the jocks and cheerleaders — not in any life. Other tables were occupied by groups of friends he wasn't part of, and he resigned himself to eating alone. In a corner of the cafeteria. Without a seat. Until Buddy Morgan spotted him. “Eric. Hey, Eric! Over here!” Buddy patted his table. It was crowded with popular kids, people Eric had barely spoken to in his other life. But Buddy gestured to the guy sitting across from him, Justin Something — Eric didn't know his last name — and Justin picked up his tray and found another place to sit. Eric sat in Justin's vacated seat. He and Buddy were at the center of the table, surrounded on both sides by guys and girls. Conversations were loud and fast, but Buddy's presence put some kind of force field around him. No one tried to get Buddy's attention as he welcomed Eric to the table. “Thanks,” Eric said, but he couldn't settle in. He and Buddy weren't friends yet. They'd been friendly to each other in chemistry class, but that was it. “You do know I don't belong here, right?” He forced a smile and indicated the kids at the table. “Where I come from, I wasn't one of them.” “You belong here because I want you here.” Buddy sipped his water. “Anyway, you're new. You can be whoever the hell you want.” “If only, Buddy. If only.” Eric bit into his bologna sandwich and chewed slowly. The bread was gluey, and the meat was sour — he wasn’t sure it was even bologna. “I know the food here isn't five-star,” Buddy said, scooping rice onto his fork, “but you don't have to look so miserable. You're making me want to buy you balloons to cheer you up.” A girl at the table giggled. The laugh was piercing and disruptive, but she was sitting far enough away that Eric dismissed her. She wasn't spying on his discussion with Buddy. No one seemed to be. The guys on either side of Buddy were angled away from him, same as the guy and girl sandwiching Eric. Buddy commanded a social power Eric didn't understand and would never have. “Sorry,” Eric mumbled. “I'm just … I'm in a very difficult situation.” Buddy's eyebrows rose. “'Situation,' huh?” “Yeah.” Eric examined his sandwich, peeking between the bread and the meat. It appeared safe enough, but without Hyde's insider info, he couldn't be sure. “I've lost a lot. You know, by moving away from my friends. And I'm trying to make a life here, but maybe I'm not smart enough.” “Come on. You're plenty smart. You're acing chemistry two days in.” Buddy chuckled. “It's pissing me off.” “I seem to have a knack for that, pissing off the people I like.” Buddy swallowed a mouthful of rice with an audible gulp. “You like me?” “As a friend, as a friend,” Eric said. “I'm not—” gay, but he couldn't say that here. In Eric's other life, Buddy had shared that part about himself privately. Talking about it openly, at the popular kids' table, might cause Buddy trouble. “I mean, I'm fine with you being … liking who you like,” Eric went on. “Why wouldn't I be? This is a progressive world, and I'm a progressive guy—” “Eric, stop.” Buddy clasped his hands together, as if in prayer. “For the love of God, please stop — and tell me what's really going on. You keep staring back at that table.” He meant Donna's table. Eric did keep staring at it .. at her. “I'm crazy. ” “Why, because you like the redhead?” “Because I...” Eric took another bite of his sandwich. Buddy would never believe his story, that an angel sent him to an alternate version of his life. Eric hardly believed it himself, but every second he spent here, the more real and dire the consequences felt. “How would you show someone who you really are?” Buddy grinned. “I'd kiss that someone.” Eric laughed and stifled himself with his apple juice. Kissing Donna would solve all his problems, but the kiss had to be mutual. He couldn't just pucker up and shove his lips against her mouth. “But apparently I didn't have to do that with you,” Buddy said. “You knew from the get-go I … what kind of person I dig.” He rubbed his chin, and his gaze drifted somewhere Eric didn't follow. “How exactly did you know?” “I have a really good friend back in my — back in Janesville. You remind me of him.” Buddy's cheeks flushed. “Really?” “Yup.” “Could you maybe give me this friend's number?” “Would if I could, but this person's already … occupied.” Eric flinched at his lie. He hated being so deceptive, but he had little choice. “Looks like the redhead's 'occupied,' too.” Buddy gestured to Donna's table. Hyde's arm was around her shoulders, and she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she was laughing like he'd just made a joke. Like she was his girlfriend.

Eric had study hall after lunch. It would be his best chance to speak to Donna, and he waited in the cafeteria to give her a head start. She wouldn't avoid him in study hall. He'd do whatever he could to get her to listen — even if it meant her yelling at him first — but Jackie accosted him in the second floor hallway.

She dug her nails into his wrist and dragged him to the make-out alcove. It was a hollowed-out part of the wall, and glass covered the outside, giving a view of the lobby below. It was the most interesting architectural feature of the school and the last place Eric ever wanted to be with Jackie. “Listen, you,” she said. “Michael swears he'd never cheat on me.” “That's what cheaters do,” Eric said. “They lie.” He tried to leave, but she dug her nails deeper his wrist. “Ow! I think you're drawing blood.” “Oh, I will if you don't give me proof that Michael's a dirty dog.”

“Donna,” he blurted as Jackie’s nails cut into his skin. He pried her hand off him, but she grabbed his ear before he could escape the alcove. Her shorter height meant his head was positioned at a painful angle. “Ask her about history class yesterday! She saw what I saw!” “I did ask her. She says she's staying out of it.” “But she didn't deny Kelso was looking at Pam Macy.” “No...” She let go of him. “But she didn’t confirm it, either.” “Look,” he said and massaged his sore neck, “you can date Kelso, but I guarantee you'll end up heart-broken.” She stuck out her bottom lip. “But Michael's so beautiful!” He slumped back against the alcove. Donna had kept Kelso's infidelity a secret in his other life, but that was after she and Jackie had become friends. In this life, Donna wasn’t afraid of hurting Jackie. She should've spoken up. “Jackie...” He rubbed his forehead with both hands. “What's the point of being with someone who looks beautiful if he acts ugly?” “You're right!” “I am?” “Yes. Michael is the most beautiful boy I've ever seen....” She patted the center of her chest. “But I have to find out if he'll act ugly when I'm not looking. So you, whatever-your-name-is, are going to help me test him.” “I am?” He glanced at the alcove window. If he crashed through it, would the angel save his life? Or would he grant Eric sweet, sweet death by letting him splatter on the lobby floor? “Here's how it's going to work,” Jackie said. “I'm going to interview him tomorrow, and you will bring Pam Macy to us — after you've convinced her to hit on Michael — to reveal Michael's true soul.” “She'll never go anywhere with me.” “She will, or I'll find out where your dad works and have him fired.” “Don't care.” His dad getting fired in this life was irrelevant. All that mattered in this life was Donna. “But,” he said, “if your dad can score me some tickets to the Rundgren concert this Sunday, I'll help you.” Jackie fluffed her hair. “My dad can easily get tickets to the Todd Grunyon concert.” “Rundgren.” “Whatever. You bring Pam Macy to the art studio tomorrow after school, and I'll get you those tickets.” Eric rapped his knuckles on the alcove window. He was making a deal with the devil, but he'd already made one with an angel. That had to offer him some protection. “Lady,” he said, despite his throat closing up, “you've got it.”

Eric sat in the back of the history classroom, as far from Donna and Kelso as possible. History was the last class of the day, and Donna still hadn't acknowledged him. But trying to talk to her with Kelso present would be a mistake. At least he had all evening and five more days to turn the situation around. He spent the class writing notes, not about the Cold War but today's events. Hyde had put his arm around Donna's shoulders at lunch, but he'd done to same to Eric in homeroom. Eric wouldn't assume. He'd theorize, but he wouldn't assume. The final bell of the day rang, and he waited at his desk until Pam Macy stood up. He followed her out of the classroom and to her locker, at a far enough distance that she didn't notice him. Not until he needed her to. “Pam?” he said as she opened her locker. Her backpack lay at her feet. “Huh?” She faced him, and her expression went flat. “What?” Her shirt was cut low and showed off her cleavage. His gaze trailed down her neck, but he recovered his wits and looked her in the eye. “Pam, hi. I'm Eric. We've never met, but I need to ask you a favor.” She tilted her head, as if scrutinizing him. “Sorry, but I don't do pity sex. You'll have to lose your virginity another way.” She turned back to her locker, and he said, “No, no, no. I'm not a virgin, and I don't want to have sex with you. I just need five minutes of your time tomorrow—” “No pity make-outs, either.” She pulled a fluffy jacket from her locker. Feathers lined the collar, and they tickled Eric's nose as she put the jacket on. “I don't want to make-out with—” He sneezed into his sleeve. “I'm in a little contest. See, me and a bunch of other fellows are trying to find the hottest girl in school. Each of us gets to choose one and bring her to the art studio tomorrow. I choose you ... unless someone else got to you first.” She stepped closer to him, and the feathers of her jacket tickled his nose again. “What's the prize, Sneezy?” “It's—” He sneezed again, this time into the air. Pam smirked. She was messing with him, and it turned him on more than he liked. “What do you want the prize to be?” “You'll do my history homework all year.” “Done.” “That's just for me entering this contest for you.” She rubbed her feathery collar against his neck. “If I win, you'll also do my chemistry homework.” He backed away from her. The warmth of her body was causing him trouble, and he needed to focus. “I can do that, sure. Meet me outside the art studio at the end of school tomorrow.” “Will do, Sneezy.” She picked up her backpack and shoved it at him. “Carry this to my car.” “Okay...” He followed her down the hallway, but each step brought a different outlook. He was on the winding path to victory. He'd already failed. The alternating perspectives made him dizzy, and he stared at the back of Pam's blond head.

His center of gravity had shifted, but the tightrope beneath his feet wasn't new. He'd been walking it since his first kiss with Donna.

“Good Vibrations” played from Eric's stereo. It was Todd Rundgren's cover of the Beach Boys' song, and Jerry Thunder's deep voice said over the intro, “You know what time it is. Call me for your chance to win tickets to Rundgren's concert in Milwaukee this Sunday.” Pam Macy's history notebook was open on Eric's lap, and his history book lay beside him on his bed. But he stopped doing her homework and thumbed his nose at Jerry's voice. “I don't need your stinkin' tickets. I'm getting my own.” He began writing again, making his handwriting as loopy and girly as he could. More importantly, he tried to put his answers in Pam's voice, adding lots of likes and you knows in places they didn't belong. “The Cold War, like, started after World War II,” he said as he wrote. “It was full of, you know, stress and stuff because the U.S. and the Soviet Union didn't get along.” His pencil bounced off the notebook, leaving a period as its footprint. He might've agreed to do Pam's homework, but he never agreed to get her an A. “I'd say you're getting a D,” the angel said, and Eric flung the pencil into the air. The angel had appeared from nowhere. Eric should’ve been used to it by now, but his heart was pounding.

He got off the bed and searched for his pencil. If he didn't look at the angel, maybe he'd calm down.

“Not even two whole days,” the angel said, “and you have more tangles than Midge Pinciotti's first attempt at knitting.” Eric found the pencil by his dresser and slid it behind his ear. “A D? How could I be getting a D?” “You tell me.” The angel adjusted the cuffs on his white suit jacket. “How could you be getting a D?” “I don't know, unless...” Eric's eyes widened. “Does D stand for Donna?” “Guess again.” “Damn,” Eric said and winced. Cursing around an angel couldn't be healthy for his afterlife prospects. “I mean, darn.” The angel put up a hand. “I don't care what language you use, as long as you aren't trying to hurt someone with it.” Eric inhaled deeply. No hell for cursing around an angel. That was a relief, but it did nothing to stop his confusion. It rolled through his brain like a marble, and he sat back down on the bed. “I've got guaranteed Rundgren tickets from Jackie,” he said. “All I have to do is show Donna my true self, take her to the concert, and get that kiss.” “So you haven't been showing her true self so far?” the angel said. “I've been trying, but she hasn't spoken to me since yesterday.” The angel tapped his chin. “I wonder why that is.” Eric glared at him. “Do you want me to fail?” “You've already failed. I'm giving you a chance to correct your mistakes.” A triple knock rattled Eric's door, and Eric moved past the angel to open it. His mom was standing on the other side and breathing heavily, as if she'd rushed up the stairs. “Eric,” she said, “your friend Donna is here.” She clapped twice and grinned. “Oh, this is so exciting! You have a girlfriend.” “Mom, she isn't — we've only — I gotta go.” Eric raced to the stairs but slowed as he climbed down. His mom's footsteps vibrated behind him, and the angel was nowhere to be seen. Donna, however, stood by the front door. She was cracking her knuckles and glancing around the living room. His palms grew sweaty. She'd come here for him, but she hadn't been in his house before. This place was as new to her as he was. She'd probably rung the doorbell to get inside, and that thought set off hot sparks in his stomach. She should have come in through the basement, but it was empty. It had no history, just like she had no memories of him. He had to change that, starting now. “Donna, hi!” he said at the bottom of the stairs. He tried not to grin like an idiot, but his eyes crinkled, and his eyelashes blurred the edges of his vision. “I'm so glad you came over. I—” His mom clasped his shoulders from behind and pressed her cheek into his. “I'll give you two kids some privacy.” She disappeared into the kitchen, but the swinging door wasn't sound proof. She might put her ear to it and hear his and Donna's conversation. He pointed toward the den. “How about we talk in there?” Donna agreed, and they went to the den. He offered her the armchair, but she remained standing. He stayed on his feet, too, and pressed his heels against the ottoman. She wasn't talking, and his grin grew heavier until it became a frown. “Okay, what did I do?” His tone was familiar, as if he were talking to his girlfriend Donna, not this barely-an-acquaintance Donna. But he couldn't help himself. “If this is about Jackie and Kelso, I—” “Of course it's about Jackie and Kelso!” She slapped the side of her leg, and her cheeks reddened. “What are you doing, spreading rumors about my friend?” “Whoa! Whoa—” He tried to step back, but his foot slipped out from under him. He dropped onto the ottoman and tipped backward, but he caught himself before knocking into the fireplace. “I'm not spreading rumors. I'm protecting Jackie from—” “Kelso's not a cheater.” “Has he ever hit on you?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “None of your business.” “This may be going over the line,” he said and pushed himself off the ottoman, “but you're letting your loyalty blind you.” “I'm...” The redness in her cheeks spread to her neck and forehead. “Who the hell do you think you are? You've 'known’ us for two days!” His right fist clenched. He ached to tell her the truth, that he'd known her since before he could talk, that he loved her. “Let's just say I'm a good judge of character.” “A quick judge of character. What kind of rumors are you gonna spread about me?” “None. Donna, I'd never do that to you.” “Right.” She gazed up at the ceiling when she could have left. She was giving him another chance ... like maybe she felt their connection. His stomach contracted, and he swallowed a bitter laugh. He was such a screw-up. “This is not how I wanted our relationship to start,” he said. “Oh, we have a 'relationship' now?” He coughed, trying to untangle the knot his throat. “ “Friendship. I meant friendship.” “Sorry, but I don't make friends with sociopaths.” She charged from the den. Her hair flew out behind her, and she left the house through the front door. Its slam reverberated the walls and Eric's chest, threatening to crumble him, but he stood tall. Donna had always come back to him. No matter how badly he messed up, she always came back. He just had to correct his mistakes in time.

#That 70s Show #That '70s Show #Eric Forman #Donna Pinciotti #Jackie Burkhart #Fanfic #One Difference: The Angel Offers Eric Another Choice #Eric x Donna #Eric and Donna #Steven Hyde #Fez #Michael Kelso #Kitty Forman

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