A/N: Hello everyone! This is the first fan fiction that I have ever written. It's set in Donna's point of view for now, but that changes about halfway through the story.

March 18th, 1987

I had no idea what I was doing here. I haven't seen him or any of my old friends since the night I left for college. Even though 7 years have passed, I still want him. I kept thinking about that kiss, our last kiss, on New Year's Eve. It had left me wanting more, and it had taken everything that I had to leave the next morning for college.

Tomorrow I would be leaving for New York. Working at the Sun Times in Chicago had been great, but I had finally gotten my dream job: a columnist at Rolling Stone. But tonight I just wanted to act like I was 18 again. I was going to chill out, reconnect with my old friends, and then leave, not telling anyone where I was going.

It was a coincidence that the last night before I had to go was his birthday. It was weird; I never went to any of my friends' birthday parties, even though I was always invited. 27 wasn't a special age either. But since I'm moving to the other side of the country tomorrow, I felt like I needed to see everyone one last time.

I pulled into the driveway of the house that felt more like home than any other house in the world. I turned off the car, took a deep breath, and got out.

"Donna, is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me,"

"Oh my God! How are you? It's been so long!"

Kitty Forman has always been like a mother to me. She welcomed me into her home over the years and was nice to me even after I had broken up with Eric.

"It's great to see you Kitty," I said, coming in for a hug.

"It's wonderful to see you Donna! You've gotten even more beautiful with age. Everyone's in the basement. I'm sure they'll be delighted to see you." Kitty said, leading me inside.

The basement. I don't think that there's any place in the world that has as much significance to me.

I could hear chatters and uproarious laughter from downstairs that guaranteed that I was in the right place. I prayed that they wouldn't be angry with me and how I had left all those years ago.

"Hi," I said with a twinge of nervousness in my voice.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me. They were all there: Hyde, Kelso, Fez, Jackie, what I assumed were their kids, but I couldn't find Eric.

"Hey guys, what the hell is-?" he started as he was coming out of Hyde's old room with Red. "Oh my God."

The next thing I knew, his arms were around me. Soon after, everyone followed, and I was wrapped in a blanket made of my old friends.

"Daddy, daddy, who is that?" a little girl who I assumed was Betsy Kelso asked.

"That's your Aunt Donna," Kelso answered.

I smiled. Even after 7 years of absence, they welcomed me back like I hadn't been gone at all.

I spent the rest of the night catching up with everyone. Jackie was still a chatterbox, but she had gotten less bitchy over the years. She and Hyde had moved to Dallas where he helped run a local chain of record stores and she, after many failed attempts at trying out for the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders, became a weather girl. They had a 2 year old daughter and were thinking about having another baby.

Kelso and Brooke had gotten married around the time that Betsy was 3. After they got married, they had twin boys, who were now 4, named Elliot and Connor. They moved to Orland Park about an hour outside of Chicago and said that they loved my writing for the Sun Times.

Fez, as it turns out, is gay. He's been with his partner Chad for almost 2 years. They both work as entertainers in Vegas.

Eric became a teacher. He lives in Milwaukee, where he teaches the third grade. His twenties had been very good to him. He had gotten more muscular and rugged over the past few years.

After chatting with everyone and enjoying cake and other birthday festivities, it was time for me to go, but I felt the need to stay instead. I needed to talk to Eric and tell him how I feel. After everyone was gone, I stayed in the basement with Eric and helped him clean up.

"Wow, I can't believe how much has changed," I said.

"Yeah, it's amazing. Donna, I've missed you so much. Not a day goes by when I don't think about you." Eric practically blurted out.

"Wow Eric, I've missed you too. I didn't think that I could miss someone so much."

He kissed me. There was such a large amount of passion in that one little kiss. It made me tingle.

"Look Donna, I want you, hell, I need you tonight. Let's have one last night together where we just explore each other with burning passion and then return to our lives the next day. What do you say?" he asked me.

Without thinking, I leaned in to kiss him. I knew that I wanted more than one night with him, but I would be moving tomorrow. A night with him would be the perfect way to say goodbye to my life in the Midwest.

Throughout the cab ride to Milwaukee, we reminisced about the times we had together in high school. The next thing I knew, we were entangled with each other. His skin felt smooth and cool as it collided with mine. He kissed me all over and I began to moan. This felt so incredible, so energizing. I never wanted it to end.