A/N: No reviews on first chapter. That can be either because many people don't read this fandom anymore (since the series stopped airing so long ago), lazy reviewers are reading this, people are scared by Eric/Hyde, or I'm just not writing in character.

Meh. Either way. Here's the next chapter. I'm digging this story. I wrote 10 000 words last night in one sitting because I couldn't stop!

Chapter 2

"I haven't smoked in, like, six months," said Eric as he sat in the circle with his friends, three days before Christmas.

"I'm always smoking. Smoking hot!" exclaimed Kelso, laughing as he pointed to himself with both thumbs.

"Oh no! Is Kelso on fire?" Fez asked, concerned.

Donna ignored them both. "That's because we're growing up."

"That's what the man wants you to think. He wants to label us as mature once we hit a certain age," Hyde started as he pushed his finger into the arm of his chair for emphasis. "Mature just means the happiness gets sucked out of you. Well, this isn't a POW camp, man, and I can smoke when I want to smoke."

"Hyde, man, the last time you smoked was with me," reminded Eric, the room spinning.

"Smoking hot!" Kelso exclaimed again, giggling like a girl.

"Kelso, come with me outside. I'm sure the snow can put out the fire," Fez added.

This time, Donna acknowledged Kelso and Fez. "He isn't really on fire, Fez."

"That's not the point! The point was that I wanted to smoke then, and I did. I just haven't wanted to smoke again until now," Hyde defended.

"Admit it. Donna's got a point. We're getting older."

"I am too smoking!" exclaimed Kelso.

"Oh no. I am so confused," replied Fez, putting his head in his hands.

"No. He means it in that self-assured, cocky sort of way. He's calling himself hot," Donna further explained.

Hyde looked at his best friend and waved the joint in his hand. "I will not label myself. That's just another way the government is trying to force the caste system on us. They're not ready for the revolution."

"What revolution? We barely survived the 70s!" Eric exclaimed as Hyde passed the drugs to him.

"You think I'm hot, Donna?" Kelso asked. "Alright!"

"Yes, you are a very handsome man, Michael Kelso," Fez agreed.

Donna chose to ignore them again. "I'm not exactly saying that you'll start wearing a suit and tie every day, but I do remember hearing that you franchised your record store and own one here, in Cali, and in Colorado."

"Donna, man, I have to give the illusion that I'm conforming to society's ways so that I can survive in this borderline totalitarian world."

"Give the illusion? We are conforming. I wear a suit and tie to work every day. I wake up at 7 a.m. for Christ's sake," Eric exclaimed.

"At least you're not working for your dad!" Kelso exclaimed.

All conversation stopped, the room falling quiet. Everyone looked at Kelso, curious to the fact that he contributed to the conversation.

"That's true. Oh man, I couldn't imagine working for Red. He'd kill me," Eric dejectedly said.

"Red's a hardass. All you'd have to do is stand up for yourself and stop being such a pussy, Forman," Hyde said.

"I'd hate to admit it, but Hyde's right," Donna agreed.

"Hell yeah I'm right. You let him treat you like you're seventeen years old."

"I may as well be," Forman said, slouching back into his chair.

"Dude, being seventeen was awesome. I don't know what you're talking about!" yelled Kelso.

"Oh yes. Kelso would still be having intercourse with Jackie, and Donna and Eric would be together, and Hyde and I would be alone," Fez said.

"That's right. Eric and I just started dating then," Donna reminisced.

"Fez, don't put me in the same category as you. I was gettin' laid, and you were still trying to lose your virginity," Steven said, pointing at Fez to make sure his point was clear.

"Being seventeen sucked! I-I don't want to think about all the stupid shit we pulled back then."

"Yeahhhhhh. Me and Jackie."

"Shut up, Kelso. Jackie is mine now."

"See, we're growing up," Donna said.

"Shut your piehole, Donna, man. You're bumming the high," Hyde said, giving her a nudge.

Donna simply smiled and leaned back into her chair, closing her eyes.

A/N: Alright... so I'm afraid from this point it gets a little too dramatic. Meh. We'll see how it goes. :) Drop me a note and let me know what you think!