A/N: This is Hyde/Kelso. There's only one other one that I know of, but for some reason I just can't get this pairing out of my head. So if you don't like it or have something against it, read it or don't; makes no difference to me. Enjoy! Other characters will come in eventually.

Point Place, Wisconsin

1978

Eric Forman's Basement

5:06 PM

Hyde was sitting in his chair, staring at the TV. Nothing was on, of course, but what else was there to do? Hang out at The Hub? No thanks. Hang out with his so-called "friends"? Not happening. These "friends" of his were off doing better things. Eric and Donna were out on a date at the movies, Fez was probably doing something pervy, he didn't care about Jackie, and Kelso was – pounding on the back door, which was locked for some reason. Hyde got up and headed for the door, outwardly angry at having to movie but secretly pleased that he would have some company. He reached the door and opened it, stepping aside so Kelso could come in. Two seconds later it was proved to be a smart move, as Kelso came barreling in. "Dude, you would have hit me," Hyde said. Michael Kelso, however, wasn't paying any attention to Hyde. He went straight for the couch and promptly tripped over a board game that Eric left on the floor earlier. Arms wind milling, Kelso fell face-first on the concrete floor. "Ow!" He rolled over on his back and grabbed his nose. "That's gonna leave a mark!"

Hyde went back to his chair. "Why were you in such a hurry, man?"

Temporarily forgetting his pain, Kelso got up and sat down on the couch. "Guess what I just did!" he exclaimed, the pride obvious in his voice.

"Pam Macy?"

Kelso scoffed and rolled his eyes. "No, better!" Hyde waited a few seconds to reply. "The whole cheerleading squad?"

"Better!" When Hyde didn't respond Kelso jumped off the couch in excitement. "I signed us up for a pottery class!"

"You did what? You're joking, right?" Hyde asked, pissed that Kelso would do something like that but not surprised. What wouldn't the moron do?

"I signed us up for a pottery class. You know, where you make pot? Duh!" Kelso scoffed. Bending his head and sighing, Hyde explained to Kelso what a pottery class was. "You make bowls and vases, you idiot, not weed. There better be a way to get out of this."

Kelso sat back down on the couch and pouted. "Man! I can't believe I got gypped like that! You know, I think the sign-up lady tricked me."

"Who was it?"

"Forman's mom." Hyde sighed again. "When is it? We might as well go. Everyone else has ditched us."

The Pottery Place, 6:00 PM

"How did you talk me into this, again?" Hyde was staring at a huge room full of pottery wheels and old women. "You came because you love me?" Kelso said nervously, always unsure when answering questions. Steven punched Kelso in the arm. "No, because you're a moron."

Kitty Forman strode up to them. "Steven, Michael! I'm so glad you came. This will be so much fun!" Kitty laughed.

"Sure, Mrs. Forman," Steven said with a fake grin. "Yeah, pot is fun!" Kelso said, laughing. Hyde punched him again. "Pottery! Pottery is fun," Michael amended, looking sheepish. Kitty laughed again. "Right. You boys will sit here," she said, leading them to one wheel with two stools. "We have to share?" Hyde asked. Kitty laughed. "Of course! Since Michael signed you both up I assumed you'd be coming together." She sent them a look. "What's that supposed to mean?" Steven asked. She just laughed again and left them standing there. Kelso shrugged and sat down, oblivious to Mrs. Forman's insinuation. "This is gonna be fun!" Kelso said enthusiastically, reaching out to grab a huge clump of clay.

"This is gonna be hell," Hyde said, sitting down next to Kelso.

A/N: I know this is short, and nothing much happens, but I just wanted to get this started. Think of this as a prologue. Reviews are appreciated.