Part Three: Questions

"Hyde?"

The curly-haired boy sighed irritably. Well, at least it wasn't Donna this time... "Go home, Foreman," he sighed, signaling for his pool partner (who, ironically enough, happened to be the same guy he'd played against the last time he was at the bar) to take his shot.

"I'm not leaving without you," Eric said, speaking extra-slowly to keep his words steady.

Hyde pulled a face. "How sweet," he remarked.

Eric clenched his fists. "God damn it!" he swore. "Why does everything that has to do with you be such a chore all the time?"

Hyde smirked, leaning over the pool table and aiming the stick, just narrowly avoiding the eight ball. He was getting better at this game... "It keeps you kids on your feet," he said.

Eric sighed, not knowing what to do or say next. "Get me a beer," he muttered, slumping down at the nearest table. Hyde made a remark about "very bad manners for a lady" but complied, telling the other guy that he had good as won anyway but that he'd finish the game with him another time when his friends weren't being so emotionally draining.

"So, did Donna send you after me in some attempt to get me to confess my 'feelings' for Kelso?" Hyde was trying to hard to make his voice harsh and, unfortunately for him, Eric could tell and slowly shook his head.

"I offered," he said.

Hyde muttered something through a sip of beer and Eric sighed heavily. "I don't know why you're being such an ass about this," he said. "Acting like a complete caveman is not going to get you anywhere. You need to sit down, cut the sarcasm, and put some serious thought into what you feel or don't feel for Kelso and whether what's been 'happening' boils down to some sort of repressed homosexual attraction or just plain old sexual frustration and drunkenness. You have to ask yourself, 'do I have feelings for him?'" (Sweet bong hits for Jesus, he was starting to sound like Donna.)

Hyde said nothing after that. He didn't even take another sip of his beer. He just sat there, staring, thinking. What was he supposed to do? (Or say or even think, for that matter.) "Drive me home, Foreman," he finally said, relenting at last.

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"...Kelso, you have to ask yourself, 'do I have feelings for him?'" Donna was saying, as they heard the car come to a stop in the driveway. She gave her friend a reassuring smile. "Just talk with him," she said.

Kelso gestured helplessly. "I don't know if I can."