Disclaimer: Don't own That 70's Show. Only Haley.

Author's Note: Some things may have been changed. This is my first attempt at a multi chapter story for That 70's Show so please be gentle with the reviews.

The Forman's were gathering stuff or junk it was that they didn't want anymore for the annual garage sale.

"This blows," Eric said down in the basement.

"Mom and dad need help Eric," His younger sister Haley said from the opposite side of the couch. "Actually I think mom needs help from dad," she said.

The gang laughed.

"I heard that," Red said holding a box of toys. "Kitty, look at this box. This is a waste of money that I could have used on food and bills."

Eric looked at him. "Me and my damn childhood," He said.

"Dad I think it's unfair that you never say anything bad about Laurie," Haley stated. "She has way more stuff than me and Eric put together that she doesn't even use."

"Which is why Laurie is contributing to the garage sale," Red said. "What are you dumb asses contributing besides an headache?"

"Who's, fault is it that we were born in the first place," Eric slipped out of his mouth.

Red glared at Eric. "My fault because you were the worst possible result of an orgasm," he said leaving the room.

"Face it, Forman. The best dads are the ones in the 50s television shows," Hyde said. "But to be fair at least yours is around to call you an dumb ass."

"True," Eric said.

"I feel bad for you guys. I didn't realize how poor you actually are," Jackie stated.

"If we're so poor then why are you associated with us," Eric drawled.

"Good point," Jackie said leaving.

Hyde sighed happy. "The Freak is gone," He said putting his hands behind his head relaxing.

Kitty came down to get some boxes.

"Mrs. Forman I found a way to contribute to the garage sale," Hyde said.

"Aren't you a sweet boy," Kitty said laughing. "What are you going to do?'

"Make brownies," Hyde said grinning.

Haley and Eric looked at each other.

"Isn't that nice," She said patting Hyde on the back. "See you kids upstairs," She said leaving.

"Hyde, you cannot make special brownies in my mother's kitchen," Eric ranted.

"She won't be able to notice a difference. Besides I'm making two batches. One for us and other people like us and the safe kind for the losers," Hyde said annoyed.

"Save me some," Haley said going upstairs to help Kitty.

Hyde laughed. "At least you got one cool sister."

"Yeah," Eric said. "It's nice having one that's not a whore."

OOOOOOOOO

Haley put her long brown hair in a ponytail outside so she could set up the junk without her hair getting in the way. She smirked when she pulled out a David Cassidy record that Eric had gotten her for her birthday last year. She loved Eric but she didn't know where he got the idea that she liked David Cassidy.

"Tossing Eric's gift," Donna said with a smile.

Haley held the record. "Jackie likes David Cassidy doesn't she? You can give it to her if you want."

"Why should we give her stuff when she never gives us anything?"

"Good point," She said placing the record on the side of a table.

"Honey, your selling your record," Kitty asked disappointed.

"I never listen to it mom. Which is probably why there's aren't scratches on it," Haley said making Donna laugh.

"Your right," Kitty said. "Give it to a good family."

Donna's mom walked up and gasped when she saw the record. "David Cassidy!" She said picking it up. "How much do you want for this?"

OOOOOOOOOOOOO

"Hyde, you can not make them in my mother's kitchen," Eric said freaking out as Hyde stirred the batter.

"Only if someone had warned me earlier," Hyde said sarcastically.

"Your on your own," Eric said going outside.

Haley snuck in the kitchen when no one was looking and went up to Hyde.

"I think it's safe," She said grinning.

"Bathroom," Hyde asked eager.

"Well I don't think we could go in the basement this time."

"Let me throw this batch in the oven real quick."

She leaned toward him and smacked his butt. "Better hurry," She said walking out the kitchen.

Hyde grinned like a little kid. "Special brownies and a girl," He said to himself. "This is way better than any holiday."