A/N: Of course I don't own That 70's Show, you silly goose! Just a little story I came up with when I couldn't sleep.
Sometimes, when the room is dark and cold and the car headlights flicker past our window, I wonder if I did the right thing. I imagine the night when I knew I was in love with him and I replay it over and over in my head. It changed my life, it really did, but when I hear screaming from the next bedroom over I just have to wonder…did it change it for the better?
"Well, I'm gonna call it a night." This was his cue. Hell, we were laying on the car, not even an inch apart! It was our first date! Okay, unofficial first date. I thought I loved this tall, lanky boy who brushed my leg with his as I stood up. Until that night I truly thought I was. I truly thought he was going to kiss me after he said, " 'Night" I was truly heartbroken as I turned and left after hesitating, waiting, hoping. Nothing. The walk next door never felt so long, me still having this crazy, drug induced thought that he would chase after me and sweep me off my feet. Nothing.
From some strange, and still unknown fact my heart skipped at the sight of a broad shouldered hippie slumped over my patio furniture with a beer in his hands. Not exactly knight in shining armor, I probably that it was a hobo. No, no, just Hype. My pal Hyde, wanting to know if Foreman got to second base. Now that I think about it, that didn't quite make sense. Eric would have a much better story for him even if we had. We didn't even…well whatever.
"Hey," I said, smiling so he wouldn't know that Foreman just broke me…so he wouldn't know that I LET Foreman break me.
"Hey," He picked up another beer and handed it to me, to, you know, acknowledge my presence in my own home. "So, you with Foreman now?" I should have picked up on it right then and there, but stupid me, I had not a clue. No red flag popped up saying, "Why does he care, Donna? He's never asked you about your personal life before! Why now?"
I just responded, "No, guess not." I paused, thinking it over. Yeah, I could trust Hyde. I always have before in the past, even though I bet he was much too happy 'bout that one. "I mean, he didn't make a move or anything. So…" I trailed off, looking at my beer can.
"Cool." That's all he said. Cool. It wasn't his fault, that was just Hyde. Typical Steven Hyde.
"Yeah.." I nodded, never knowing what to say to that. Believe me, I didn't think it was cool. I tried to act like it, but on the inside I was sobbing and making mental notes to rip out every "I think I love Eric and I think he might like me back" diary entry I had ever written since I was eleven.
At that moment, drowning in my misery I looked over at him and was surprised to see him staring at me. At least, I think he was, he was wearing those damn glasses. Oh how I hate those glasses. I know why he wears them and he knows that I know why he wears them and yet he still does, that bastard. They're like his safety blanket. He keeps people out of his eyes, hoping that they'll stay out of his life. That moment he let me into his life, but it took life times to let me into his eyes. That moment I let him into my life, my eyes, my heart, my soul. Our first kiss was the night that I knew I was in love with him.
Tonight I replayed it in my head as I sang Destiny, our daughter, to sleep. I lay her down upon her sheets and smile at the sleeping redhead. She has my hair, but she has her father's eyes. In a peaceful mood I walk back into our cold, dark room and lay down in bed only to get wrapped up in my Hyde's arms. He kisses me once on the forehead and once on the lips and I know that that night changed my life for the better. I fall asleep thinking about our future, leaving the past behind me.