The day I came home with black hair was the first time my mother had ever yelled at me... quite possibly the first time she'd yelled at anybody. Hi, I'm Kathy Forman, the youngest of Red and Kitty. Ya know how Laurie's the favorite because she's daddy's little girl and all but Eric is just a dumbass? Well I'm the baby turned troublemaker in my dad's eyes. See with Eric and I being so close in age, what you'd call Irish twins, we ended up in the same grade and, seemingly by default, we ended up with the same group of friends.
Anyway, I walked into the house in an AC/DC t-shirt and my favorite jeans. I wasn't sure what I was more afraid of my mother noticing, the fact that the shirt wasn't mine or the fact that my dirty blonde hair was now black. Of course she turned around from the sink and noticed the hair first, and I kind of relieved. "What the hell happened to your hair?" my mom exclaimed. "I dyed it," I replied with a shrug. She began running her fingers through my inky black waves. "Where?... when? How?" she asked all at once. "Well I went to Steven's house," that was true, "and Edna dyed it for me," and so was that, there we go I don't have to be a lier! I went to turn around to leave, when she stopped me again, "And what happened to your shirt?" well there goes not lieing. "Well we got dye all over mine so Edna had me borrow one of Steven's." The truth really went more like this: Edna helped me dye my hair but then left so she could get to work Steven had cut my shirt off with his pocket knife because he's an ass and we had sex. But it's not like that was the story I could just tell my Mom.
Steven Hyde and I had been together for over a year now, friends with benefits of sorts. But we'd kept the relationship a secret, no one knew but us and Donna Pinciotti.
"Okay," my mother said, "well go change and get cleaned up, we've got a party tonight." "Why can't I just hang out in the basement like Eric?" I asked as she rushed around the kitchen. "Because, dear. You're gonna help cook and serve and host." "But Mom," I whined. "Oh hush, when everything settles down you can go downstairs." I sighed, her terms and conditions weren't great but I'd live.
I changed into a red "feminist" t-shirt and threw my hair in a ponytail. The outfit wouldn't be much better in my mother's eyes but I didn't care.
I was helping my mom get the food ready when I saw Eric come up the stairs. He looked absolutely horrified by something and I wondered briefly about what the guys could possibly but making him do. Other than that I ignored him, trying my hardest to get the food done faster so I get downstairs.
I got down the stairs to see Donna, Eric, Kelso and Steven all raising beer cans. Ah so that's what Eric was up to. I walk over to the couch and plopped down in between Kelso and Steven just as they said "to Foreman". "Well it's about time you grew a pair," I said. Eric just mocked me as we laughed. "You know what's sad?" Eric said, "this is the proudest day of my life." He choked up on fake tears and Steven comforted him.