Disclaimer- I do not own That 70's Show!

Note – I have nothing against homosexuals in case you were wondering.

Chapter Two- Meeting The Gang

Roxanne's P.O.V.

"Where the hell am I?" I say out loud, not expecting an answer.

Two heads pop up from the front seat. A guy and a girl. A preppy looking girl and a stupid looking boy.

"Who are you?" Says the guy stupidly.

"Who are you?" I demand back.

"Kelso." He says.

"Michael, shut up." Says the girl. She then turns her head to me.

"Who are you?" For the third time that question had been asked.

"I'm Roxanne. Could you tell me where I am?"

"Wisconsin. Where else would you be?"

I stand up and brush off my plaid pleaded skirt. Now that the couple could see my whole outfit, they gape at it.

I am wearing big black boots, purple net stocking, a dark red, black, and other dark colors plaid skirt, and a black muscle shirt that simply said 'KoRn'.

"What are you wearing?" Asks the girl.

"Clothes. Duh." I turn around and open the back door. I jump from the car and look around to see if I recognize the place.

Nope...

This most be a weird town, because all the houses look like they were built in the seventies.

I turn back to the couple and say, "Is there anyone else here?"

The guy named Kelso jumps over the front seat and comes beside me.

"Yeah, inside." He heads to the sliding glass door and goes into the house with me trailing behind him.

We enter a nice cozy little kitchen with no one in it.

Kelso turns around and says, "I'll go get them. Be right back."

He then heads down a hallway and leaves me alone in the kitchen. I go around the small table, sit down and put my feet up on the table. I fold my arms over my chest and wait for Kelso to get back.

While I wait I fix my nose ring and then play with my lip ring.

After about 5 minutes, Kelso comes back up with four other people. One girl and three guys.

I take my legs down from the table and go over to them. They stare at me strangely. I put on a frown and look at them too. Weird people...

They dress as if they borrowed their parents' clothes from back in the 70's.

One of the guys is the first to speak.

"Um. Hi, I'm Eric." Says a scrawny pale boy with brown hair. I look at him curiously and run my tongue over my lip ring.

I don't say anything, just continue looking.

"Are you going to say something?" Says the tough looking red head girl, taking a step forward.

"I'm Roxanne." I say, a slight attitude sliding of my tongue.

"Cool name." Says a cute guy wearing sunglasses and a small afro on his head.

"Thanks," I say, smiling since the first time I got here.

Kelso steps up a bit and introduces everyone. The red head's name is Donna, the cute one's name is Heide, and a foreign homosexual looking one's name is Fez.

The two other girls sit down at the table along with Fez and Kelso, while I sit on the counter and Heide and Eric stand against the wall. I start to explain to them what happened when a short woman with a weird hair style comes bursting through the kitchen door. She stops dead when she sees me.

She looks at me and says, "I'm sorry I don't think we've met."

I smile at her and say, "I'm Roxanne."

"Yeah, Mom, she's a new friend." Say Eric.

She takes a tiny step closer to me and says, "Dear, you have something in your nose."

I cautiously touch my nose ring and say, "Yeah I know." I raise my eyebrows at her as she just stares.

"Does this town like not have freaks or something?" I think out loud.

"Heide's about the closet thing you'll get to freak around here," Says Kelso. Heide punches him in the arm. I laugh out loud at Kelso's yelp in pain.

But my laughing abrubtly stops as the door swings open again and an almost bald man walks in.

He looks at me with a mean expression on his face.

"Get off my counter." He snaps. I jump down from the counter and mumble something under my breath.

"What did you say?" He demands.

"Nothing." I say, with an attitude.

He takes a step towards me as I stand my guard. Was I supposed to be frightened or something?

"What's that in your lip?" He says, giving a slight nod.

"A lip ring. Ever heard of one?"

"Only a dumb ass would put metal in their lip." He says, chuckling as if he had made a joke.

"Only a dumb ass would wear that." I say, in the same tone.

The teenagers in the room gasp at my remark.

The man takes a step closer and glares at me.

I glare back at him as Eric's mom step between us and starts trying to push the man backwards, into the living room. He finnaly gives in and leaves the room.