Disc: Ugh, these are so annoying. NOT MINE! IS IT NOT OBVIOUS ENOUGH! shakes computer (they like to rub it in my face that I have the rights to absolutely NOTHING)

A/N: Hm, was there less silliness in the last chapter? Was there an inkling of a plotline or characterization or egasp feelings other than smuttiness? This really has taken a turn. Oh, and again, I remind you. This is a fic that I make sure I am only writing after midnight. This is for my insomnia days, so keep in mind my delirium from sleep deprivation.

CHAPTER 5 (Eric/Hyde):

The conversation with Kelso made me feel a little better. When my mom came back up to check on me I informed her that I believed that I was miraculously cured from my smallpox… erm, mono… uh, strept… and would be able to go to school tomorrow.

"See now, honey. You KNOW I know that you're lying. Now why would a sweet boy like you lie about being sick?"

"MOM! Well… why didn't you say something earlier! Why'd you let me stay home if you knew I was faking?"

Not that I was complaining.

"Well, because every growing boy needs a break now and again. And maybe because you haven't been sick in awhile and I needed someone to try out my new chicken soup recipe on. Ha ha ha."

She laughed, cleared away my lunch tray (chicken soup all slurped away) and left once again.

In the hallway I heard her say, "Well, hello, Steven. How was school?"

"Fine, Mrs. Forman."

"Well, good. You can say hi to Eric but I do want him to get some sleep."

"Okay, Mrs. Forman. I'll be sure not to bother him."

Even though she knew I was faking she had turned off all the lights and made me go to bed, even though it was four in the afternoon. See, now this is why I don't fake sick more often.

"Hey, Forman." He greets monotonously as he comes into my room, shutting the door behind him.

Damn, he's hard to read.

"Um…hi, Hyde."

He goes over and fiddles with the knick-knacks on my dresser.

"I saw Kelso leaving. Were you two having hot, dirty sex on your Spiderman sheets? Your mom catch you?"

Now he was grinning like an idiot. Ah, shoot, for a moment I thought I was going to get away with it.

"HYDE!"

"Okay, okay. Cool it, Forman. But, seriously, what's going on with you two?"

Hm, is that genuine concern on his face or is it all a ploy? I opt for the former.

"Nothing's going on. What you saw was just a fluke, man. That's it. And Kelso is totally straight."

"And you?"

Damn it all!

"Uh, well. Not so much."

Then something very strange happens. Hyde runs over to my bed, yells "Ha! I knew it!" right in my face and then kisses me.

Oh, God, he's a good kisser. If I had my way I would fuck him right here and now. He is just so goddam delicious and his tongue is doing things that… fuck, I did NOT know tongues could do. And his hands are in my hair and I am very aware of the fact that we are in my bed… together… alone…

I am in a serious state of shock though. When he pulls away all I can think to say is. "What the Hell was that?"

Now he is the one that looks confused. "Oh, uh, nothing, man. I gotta go."

And he runs out. Just like that. Whoa, that was way weird, even for Hyde.

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