POINT PLACE
Chapter 2
Knocking on the door, I checked my belt one more time to make sure my jeans weren't sagging. A tall, bald man opened the door. "You must be Samantha." He said. "Yes, sir. I'm here to pick up Eric and Hyde for the Led Zeppelin concert." He nodded and opened the door a little wider. "Yes, they're down stairs." I nodded and walked into the kitchen and down the back stairs. I looked down to see Hyde, Kelso, Eric, and Fez sitting in a circle, smoking pot. I smiled and walked over. I pulled up a chair and sat between Eric and Hyde. I breathed in the heavy sent. "This is good stuff. Where do you guys get yours?" Eric was eating a Kit-Kat bar, and Kelso was looking in a mirror. "We get this great stash from some of the neighborhood kids." said Hyde. We all laughed and Eric stood up. "Come Hyde. We're gonna be late." Hyde stood up and looked at me (I assume) through his dark glasses. "Coming? You're driving, right?" I stood up and we walked up the basement steps toward my truck.
It was a long drive to the concert. I turned on the radio and Linard Skinard lit up the car. Hyde laughed. "Linard Skinard music on the way to a Led Zeppelin concert. Classic." I smiled at him, and then turned back to my driving. Hyde looked over at me and said, "This is a groovy car. It's yours?" I laughed. "Yeah. When my mom and dad were fighting a lot a few weeks back, my mom was quilted into buying me a car for my birthday. So one point for mom." I made a tally on my imaginary score board. Eric smiled and then said, "Well my dad's not so generous." Hyde and Eric laughed. "He always says he'll put his foot in at least one of our ass's everyday! It's pretty funny when it happens to Eric, though." I smiled.
The Led Zeppelin concert was loud, crowded, and smelly; many of my favorite things wrapped up in a big package. Eric handed them our tickets and we walked up to the nosebleed seats. "Well," Hyde turned to me. "Maybe these seats are the best, but we get to see Zeppelin live!" I laughed and thought how cool this was going to be.
I looked over at Hyde, noticing some of his features. Blond/Brunette curly afro, faded t-shirt and jeans, beautiful blue eyes, and a mystery thing going on. I think he noticed me staring at him, because he turned and smiled. "What do you think of Point Place so far, then?" I was knocked out of my daydreams and looked up at his eyes. "Yeah, I mean, not that different from Millhouse." He nodded and talked louder over the screaming fans. "You're Donna's…" He shook his head and laughed at himself. I said, "Donna's cousin. My parents are going through a totally wicked divorce, so Uncle Bob said I could stay with them for a while." I sighed, thinking what my mom and dad were doing right now.
I bet they're fighting about the car. They're not even thinking about me right now. But I don't give a crap right now, because I'm a Led Zeppelin concert with two guys who seem pretty chill. I like this night.
After the concert, Eric decided to take the bus home, because he had an early curfew. Hyde and I went to the Hub and ordered some fries to split. I called Donna and told her not to worry if I came home late. I looked over at Hyde and sat down. "So." he said awkwardly, since we didn't really know each other. "So… did you like the concert?" He nodded. "Of course! Especially when Eric puked from all the free beer." I laughed. "Yeah, I think it was good to assign you as the designated driver." I said, my speech still slurred. Pink Floyd rang though out the place. "I love Pink Floyd." He smiled.
"Who doesn't?"
"How 'bout…"
"AC/DC?"
"Yes! They're amazing! Maybe even Romans?"
"Perfect! The Who?"
"Sex Pistols."
The next two hours, we just threw great band names back and forth, which was good, since I was still really drunk. At about twelve, Hyde decided to take me back to Donna's. On the drive over, he looked at me from the driver's seat. "You're not the only one in the group with daddy issues. I'm still looking for mine." I yawned, and then frowned. "I'm sorry." He shook his head. "It's cool. I've been thinking about it a lot, but this was a great way to get him off my mind. I rolled my eyes. "You really don't even need him. I mean, look at you right now! You're cool, have great taste in music, and," I leaned over, not able to control myself. "You smell fantastic." I closed my eyes while he laughed at me. "You're wasted. I don't think Bob or Donna's going to appreciate you walking in, knocking things over."
He pulled into the driveway and walked over to my side of the car, as I was about to fall asleep. He opened the door and I almost fell out on my face. "Wow, wow, wow, there." He caught me, and helped me to my feet. We walked, trying to be quiet, down to the basement. "What are we doing here?" I asked, curling up on the couch Hyde had dumped me on. He pulled my boots off and sat down. "I'm staying with the Forman's for a while." I was almost asleep when Hyde turned around and gave me a popsicle. I opened my eyes a little and took it. A few moments later, I was asleep on the couch, Hyde sitting in his chair watching me.