I want to thank those who left comments. I'm glad that I've caught your attention. To answer the question, yes the original pairings in the story will remain like those of the show, but in a much more interesting way. The only person that will not be in this story is Sam because I didn't like her. LOL! Enjoy!

The year of 1977 was to be a year of great importance, but unfortunately as Eric Forman and his friends gathered in his basement to smoke the latest batch of Mary Jane, not to mention burn a ridiculous amount of incense, that sense of importance was forgotten. Eric sat in the circle, surrounded by a haze of smoke, and staring from person to person as he laughed to himself about absolutely nothing.

With glazed eyes and a semi-conscious smile, Donna Pinciotti turned to her former boyfriend. "Wasn't there something we were supposed to do today?" she asked.

Eric paused as he struggled to regain some sort of thought process.

"Nope," he answered.

"They say this stuff is bad for you," Steven Hyde laughed hysterically. "I can't see why it's so bad when it makes you feel so good, man. Damn the U.S. Government!"

As if she were struck by lightening, Donna leapt up from her chair.

"Crap," she wailed. "Eric, we were supposed to pick up my cousin, Melissa, at the bus station, like, two hours ago!" She stumbled to her feet and grabbed Eric; the two of them raced out the basement door.

"Melissa," Michael Kelso laughed, nodding his head for no particular purpose. "I hope she's hot. Do you guys think she's gonna be hot, man? She better be hot."

Melissa Pinciotti sighed as she glanced at her watch once more. She sat uncomfortably on the bench outside the Point Place bus station. Uncertain with the unfamiliar territory of this small Wisconsin community, Melissa longed for her home in Michigan. However, what she longed for most at that moment consisted of her cousin's arrival and a place to rest her head.

"What's taking them so long?" she wondered aloud.

Eric's Vista Cruiser sped recklessly into the bus station parking lot. He and Donna quickly got out of the car.

"Missy," she called.

Melissa stood, smiled, and turned to face her older cousin.

"Sorry we were late," Eric offered in apology as he and Donna approached. "We were busy doing…stuff."

"I was beginning to worry," she began. "I have been sitting at this station for fourteen hours, fifty-two minutes, and…five seconds."

Eric looked at Melissa baffled, and then he mumbled to Donna, "Bit of a nerd isn't she?"

"You're one to talk," Donna hissed, feigning an innocent smile, "Mr. Star Wars Bed Sheets."

"Right," Eric laughed nervously. "Let's get going."

As the trio returned to the basement, Melissa did not get the warm welcome she had half expected. Kelso was eagerly waiting at the door as she entered. He leapt back in horror at her appearance. To him, Melissa was grotesque.

"Damn, Donna!" he wailed. "She's supposed to be hot, not the brace-faced version of Bob...You should send that thing back to the zoo she came from!"

"Michael!" Jackie Burkhart scorned her boyfriend. "You shouldn't be so hard on her. It's not her fault she isn't as beautiful as we are."

Melissa shuffled nervously. In truth, she was not what one could define as a beauty queen. She was slightly large for her age, had oily skin, coke-bottle glasses, and a terrible complexion. The last thing she needed was a random guy pointing that out.

"You must be Jackie, the bitchy midget," Melissa responded innocently.

"Burn!" Kelso yelled with glee.

"And you," Melissa turned to Michael, "you must be Kelso, the conceited moron."

"Hey," Michael responded. "I am not conceited."

"Missy's going to be staying with me for a while," Donna informed.

"She's got spunk, man," Steven laughed. "I like her already."

When Melissa's eyes fell upon Steven as he sat in his usual chair in front of the television set, her heart found its way into her throat. Everything about him was captivating, his curly brown afro, side burns, firm jaw, and the dark gradient sunglasses that masked his blue eyes. She found herself stammering in an attempt to speak.

"I'm M-Melissa," she finally said.

Steven raised an eyebrow. "We've already established that, you Melissa…me Steven."

She giggled with a snort. "Steven," she sighed softly.