"Stupid typewriter," Donna muttered ripping the paper out of the machine.
"Right, blame it on the machine. That's just wrong. It's like blaming R2D2 for the Empire."
Donna looked over at her boyfriend. He was sitting on the couch sucking on a Popsicle. He looked so much like a little boy that she couldn't help but laugh. "Why am I dating you again?"
"Because I'm devilishly charming. The real question is why am I dating you?"
"That's easy," Hyde said, as he entered the basement from his room, "your catholic school uniform fetish."
Eric grinned a big, purple mouth grin. "That's it."
Donna looked around for something to hurl at the two boys, but all she could lay hands on quickly was the piece of paper she'd been typing on. She balled it up and let it fly, not carrying which one it hit. They both deserved it. Unfortunately, it flew over Eric's shoulder and landed at Hyde's feet.
Hyde bent down and picked up the sheet. He started to read it when Donna jumped up and grabbed the paper out of his hands. "You don't do that," she stuttered.
"Do what?"
Donna sat down beside Eric. "Read a writer's thought's until they're ready for you to read them.I mean, did Michelangelo let anyone see the ceiling of the church before he was through with it?"
"Uh, actually, honey," Eric said as he took her hand, "no, not unless you count everyone that was helping him do it."
"And he was an artist not a writer, but except for that, your analogy was perfect," Hyde said with a smirk.
"Get bent," Donna said, laying her head on Eric's shoulder.
Eric looked up at Hyde and mouthed, "Writer's block."
Donna saw him. "I don't think that technically you can call it 'writer's block' until you've actually written something before," she said pathetically.
"Hey, you've written lot's of things," Eric said.
"My essay on Abraham Lincoln doesn't count. What's wrong with me? I try. I really do, but everything is just garbage."
Eric kissed her head. "I'm sure that's not true. You just expect too much of yourself. You're your own worst critic."
"See, that's the problem with expectation," Hyde said. "No one expects anything from me, not even myself, and so no one's ever disappointed."
"So, where are you headed to?" Eric asked.
"Jackie's."
Eric raised one eyebrow questioningly, but eventually, he gave into his curiosity and said, "Let me get this straight. You're going to Jackie's instead of your usual the girl can come here policy. You're actually picking a girl up. Didn't you say that it'd be a cold day in hell before you ever gave into the government's conspiracy of constrained social practices?"
Hyde pushed his shades up on his forehead and said something. Eric looked at Donna, but she just shook her head too. "What did you say?" she asked.
"I said," Hyde yelled, "I'm going to meet her father."
Eric and Donna both laughed. "Oh my god," Donna said. "I know," Eric agreed between burst of laughter. "It's the apocalypse."
"Jackie wants me to talk to him before we go to the drive in. It's no big deal," Hyde said. "I mean we've all met him before."
"Uh huh," Eric agreed.
"Only this time you're going as the guy who's dating his daughter," Donna added. "And we all know how well he dealt with Kelso when he was dating Jackie."
For a moment all three remembered the stories of Mr. Burkhart catching Kelso in Jackie's room, wearing a dress, and how he punched Kelso, of Mr. Burkhart's reaction to Kelso burning down their home, and of Mr. Burkhart's finally telling Jackie that if she wanted to date Kelso, he was cutting off her allowance.
"Good times," Hyde said.
"And if we're lucky, the good times will just keep on coming," Eric said sucking on his Popsicle again.
Hyde glared at them both and headed for the door. As he walked through the door, he heard Donna say, "Hey, Hyde, good thing no one has any expectations, right?" Hyde closed the door behind him, acting like he didn't hear her.
Donna jumped up and ran over to her typewriter and began typing. Eric looked at her confused. "They say to write about your life. Well, I tried that and it blew. It's just too personal. But writing about my friends suicidal love lives, now that," Donna said with an evil grin, "is something I can do."
"Your evil mind fascinates me," Eric replied.
Donna giggled and continued to type. As she finished one page and took it out of the typewriter, she put in another sheet and quickly started again. Eric couldn't help but be curious. He tapped the sheet she had just taken out, an unspoken request. Donna seemed unsure. She bit her bottom lip in contemplation and then shook her head yes, returning to her work.
Eric began reading: Expectations of a Princess
"Some would say that he was without conscious. They would of course, be wrong. He just lived life by his own standards, happy with his outsider status. From his tight fitting, washed out blue jeans to the unruly curly hair that he had let grow long, Hunter was a rebel with a capital R. When he rode into town on his Harley, he seemed unaware of the stares he attracted. He didn't initiate conversations. He limited his time to the one or two friends he had had since grade school, and while he always had someone willing to share his bed, Hunter never bothered to even learn their names. Relationships were for the lucky, and Hunter's life was anything but."
"You're writing a romance," Eric said stunned.
Donna looked up slightly embarrassed. "Lot's of women read romance novels. They're one of the fastest growing publishing industries," she replied. "Do you think it's stupid?"
"No, it's great." Eric looked down at the paper then back up at Donna. "So, this romance you're writing is there like going to be any, uh.."
"Love scenes?" she supplied for him.
"Yea."
Donna smiled and shook her head.
"Cool," Eric said. "I mean the whole this is Hyde and Jackie is a bit EWWW, but reading a sex scene that you created in your fertile little imagination.that's kind of exciting."
"It's not Hyde and Jackie. I mean it is, but it isn't. It's Hunter and Amanda. You know what I mean?"
Eric pointed to the typewriter. "Work woman! I've read this page and there's no mention of Amanda."
Donna finished up the last sentence of the page she was working on, reread it and pulled the paper out with a smile. She handed it to Eric and put another sheet in the typewriter.
Eric grinned and read: "She was raven haired, petite and beautiful. Everything about her screamed perfection, from her perfectly coifed hair, and her fashion plate clothing, to her brilliant smile. Amanda Boles was to the sleepy little town of Madison a princess, the one and only heir of the royal Boles linage. Amanda lived her role, knowing few in the town wanted to hear the truth. She ruled her world with a fiery temper that not so much demanded obedience but simply expected it as her due.
"As the Mayor's daughter, Amanda had certain obligations, one of which was planning and attending the boring, Ladies of the Arboretum Annual Fashion Gala. Fashion was one thing Amanda loved, but as she explained to the girls who constantly followed her around, like her very own ladies in waiting, 'What is fashionable about 30 old ladies in their 70's? Their idea of trendy was probably flapper outfits.'
"This year it was her idea to shake things up a little. All she needed was someone with a little knowledge of working a sound system and some moderately hip tunes, maybe the ability to run a laser light display and the rest would go down in Madison history. Her problem was that the only one in the town with both the equipment she needed and the ability to use it was Hunter Parks. And Hunter hated her.'"
Eric laughed and Donna looked up from her writing. "What?"
"Hunter has the equipment she needs," Eric said laughing. Donna rolled her eyes and Eric looked at her sternly. "Work, Missy, we're no where near the dirty parts."
End part 1.
Author's Note: I'm supposed to be writing my newsletter today but I'm suffering from writer's block. I'm hoping this will inspire me to do real work today. This story won't be very long, probably only about 4 parts. I always wondered about what Jackie's Father would think about Hyde and how Hyde would react to meeting him in a "you're dating my daughter" dynamic. If you can't get what you want in real life, you might as well get it in fan fiction. If there's anything you want to see happen @ J/H's dinner with Dad or the drive in, let me know. I'm always up for suggestions. Email me at [email protected]. Oh and please read and review. Constructive criticism enlightens me. Flattery is like chocolate for my soul.
"Right, blame it on the machine. That's just wrong. It's like blaming R2D2 for the Empire."
Donna looked over at her boyfriend. He was sitting on the couch sucking on a Popsicle. He looked so much like a little boy that she couldn't help but laugh. "Why am I dating you again?"
"Because I'm devilishly charming. The real question is why am I dating you?"
"That's easy," Hyde said, as he entered the basement from his room, "your catholic school uniform fetish."
Eric grinned a big, purple mouth grin. "That's it."
Donna looked around for something to hurl at the two boys, but all she could lay hands on quickly was the piece of paper she'd been typing on. She balled it up and let it fly, not carrying which one it hit. They both deserved it. Unfortunately, it flew over Eric's shoulder and landed at Hyde's feet.
Hyde bent down and picked up the sheet. He started to read it when Donna jumped up and grabbed the paper out of his hands. "You don't do that," she stuttered.
"Do what?"
Donna sat down beside Eric. "Read a writer's thought's until they're ready for you to read them.I mean, did Michelangelo let anyone see the ceiling of the church before he was through with it?"
"Uh, actually, honey," Eric said as he took her hand, "no, not unless you count everyone that was helping him do it."
"And he was an artist not a writer, but except for that, your analogy was perfect," Hyde said with a smirk.
"Get bent," Donna said, laying her head on Eric's shoulder.
Eric looked up at Hyde and mouthed, "Writer's block."
Donna saw him. "I don't think that technically you can call it 'writer's block' until you've actually written something before," she said pathetically.
"Hey, you've written lot's of things," Eric said.
"My essay on Abraham Lincoln doesn't count. What's wrong with me? I try. I really do, but everything is just garbage."
Eric kissed her head. "I'm sure that's not true. You just expect too much of yourself. You're your own worst critic."
"See, that's the problem with expectation," Hyde said. "No one expects anything from me, not even myself, and so no one's ever disappointed."
"So, where are you headed to?" Eric asked.
"Jackie's."
Eric raised one eyebrow questioningly, but eventually, he gave into his curiosity and said, "Let me get this straight. You're going to Jackie's instead of your usual the girl can come here policy. You're actually picking a girl up. Didn't you say that it'd be a cold day in hell before you ever gave into the government's conspiracy of constrained social practices?"
Hyde pushed his shades up on his forehead and said something. Eric looked at Donna, but she just shook her head too. "What did you say?" she asked.
"I said," Hyde yelled, "I'm going to meet her father."
Eric and Donna both laughed. "Oh my god," Donna said. "I know," Eric agreed between burst of laughter. "It's the apocalypse."
"Jackie wants me to talk to him before we go to the drive in. It's no big deal," Hyde said. "I mean we've all met him before."
"Uh huh," Eric agreed.
"Only this time you're going as the guy who's dating his daughter," Donna added. "And we all know how well he dealt with Kelso when he was dating Jackie."
For a moment all three remembered the stories of Mr. Burkhart catching Kelso in Jackie's room, wearing a dress, and how he punched Kelso, of Mr. Burkhart's reaction to Kelso burning down their home, and of Mr. Burkhart's finally telling Jackie that if she wanted to date Kelso, he was cutting off her allowance.
"Good times," Hyde said.
"And if we're lucky, the good times will just keep on coming," Eric said sucking on his Popsicle again.
Hyde glared at them both and headed for the door. As he walked through the door, he heard Donna say, "Hey, Hyde, good thing no one has any expectations, right?" Hyde closed the door behind him, acting like he didn't hear her.
Donna jumped up and ran over to her typewriter and began typing. Eric looked at her confused. "They say to write about your life. Well, I tried that and it blew. It's just too personal. But writing about my friends suicidal love lives, now that," Donna said with an evil grin, "is something I can do."
"Your evil mind fascinates me," Eric replied.
Donna giggled and continued to type. As she finished one page and took it out of the typewriter, she put in another sheet and quickly started again. Eric couldn't help but be curious. He tapped the sheet she had just taken out, an unspoken request. Donna seemed unsure. She bit her bottom lip in contemplation and then shook her head yes, returning to her work.
Eric began reading: Expectations of a Princess
"Some would say that he was without conscious. They would of course, be wrong. He just lived life by his own standards, happy with his outsider status. From his tight fitting, washed out blue jeans to the unruly curly hair that he had let grow long, Hunter was a rebel with a capital R. When he rode into town on his Harley, he seemed unaware of the stares he attracted. He didn't initiate conversations. He limited his time to the one or two friends he had had since grade school, and while he always had someone willing to share his bed, Hunter never bothered to even learn their names. Relationships were for the lucky, and Hunter's life was anything but."
"You're writing a romance," Eric said stunned.
Donna looked up slightly embarrassed. "Lot's of women read romance novels. They're one of the fastest growing publishing industries," she replied. "Do you think it's stupid?"
"No, it's great." Eric looked down at the paper then back up at Donna. "So, this romance you're writing is there like going to be any, uh.."
"Love scenes?" she supplied for him.
"Yea."
Donna smiled and shook her head.
"Cool," Eric said. "I mean the whole this is Hyde and Jackie is a bit EWWW, but reading a sex scene that you created in your fertile little imagination.that's kind of exciting."
"It's not Hyde and Jackie. I mean it is, but it isn't. It's Hunter and Amanda. You know what I mean?"
Eric pointed to the typewriter. "Work woman! I've read this page and there's no mention of Amanda."
Donna finished up the last sentence of the page she was working on, reread it and pulled the paper out with a smile. She handed it to Eric and put another sheet in the typewriter.
Eric grinned and read: "She was raven haired, petite and beautiful. Everything about her screamed perfection, from her perfectly coifed hair, and her fashion plate clothing, to her brilliant smile. Amanda Boles was to the sleepy little town of Madison a princess, the one and only heir of the royal Boles linage. Amanda lived her role, knowing few in the town wanted to hear the truth. She ruled her world with a fiery temper that not so much demanded obedience but simply expected it as her due.
"As the Mayor's daughter, Amanda had certain obligations, one of which was planning and attending the boring, Ladies of the Arboretum Annual Fashion Gala. Fashion was one thing Amanda loved, but as she explained to the girls who constantly followed her around, like her very own ladies in waiting, 'What is fashionable about 30 old ladies in their 70's? Their idea of trendy was probably flapper outfits.'
"This year it was her idea to shake things up a little. All she needed was someone with a little knowledge of working a sound system and some moderately hip tunes, maybe the ability to run a laser light display and the rest would go down in Madison history. Her problem was that the only one in the town with both the equipment she needed and the ability to use it was Hunter Parks. And Hunter hated her.'"
Eric laughed and Donna looked up from her writing. "What?"
"Hunter has the equipment she needs," Eric said laughing. Donna rolled her eyes and Eric looked at her sternly. "Work, Missy, we're no where near the dirty parts."
End part 1.
Author's Note: I'm supposed to be writing my newsletter today but I'm suffering from writer's block. I'm hoping this will inspire me to do real work today. This story won't be very long, probably only about 4 parts. I always wondered about what Jackie's Father would think about Hyde and how Hyde would react to meeting him in a "you're dating my daughter" dynamic. If you can't get what you want in real life, you might as well get it in fan fiction. If there's anything you want to see happen @ J/H's dinner with Dad or the drive in, let me know. I'm always up for suggestions. Email me at [email protected]. Oh and please read and review. Constructive criticism enlightens me. Flattery is like chocolate for my soul.