19th Nervous Breakdown

Hey! Notice, Rolling Stones Song,^^ Anyway, I got bored of watching That 70's Show, Straight edition, so I decided to make this (: HYDE X ERIC

Whats happening will be explained later~

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Chapter 1

(By the way, I don't know if the way I spelled "Forman" is the right way, there are like, two ways so.. Sorry!)

Where the hell am I? Oh, my basement. Is there anyone here? It's kind of dark… I don't exactly see anybody.

"Hey, Eric," I heard someone whisper.

"Hello?" I managed to let out, my voice felt faint.

"Forman," The voice rang in my ears as I followed it for a few steps. I squinted my eyes, now seeing a dark figure.

"Hello?" I breathed, confused. So confused. It was a man, a man in his late 30's. A man that I've never seen before…

"Forman," The figure said simply, and lunged forward. I fell back onto the couch, but barely. My elbow hit hard at the couch's arm from the man's weight on me, and I felt pain up and down my arm. I struggled for moment until the man spoke again. "You know, fidgeting makes everything worse."

"What?" I asked, still confused as ever. But then I felt pain again, this time in my mouth. He was kissing me, all too, too hard. I struggled once more, but being as skinny as I am, I was no match for this guy, whoever he was. Maybe I didn't get him off my body, but I got him off my face long enough to scream the first name that popped into my head.

"Hyde!" I felt someone grabbing my shoulders.

"Hey! Forman!"

I shot my eyes open. Damn it, a dream.

I blinked a few times and rubbed my eyes. My vision got back into focus and I saw eyes staring at me.

"Eric, honey, are you okay?"

"Mom?" I looked around, scanning everyone's faces. I saw my mom, Kelso, Fez, Jackie, and Hyde.

"Foreman, what the hell?" Hyde stared at me through his glasses, though I couldn't exactly see his eyes, I think I knew what he was confused about. I sat up, realizing I must have fallen asleep in the basement.

"What?"

Hyde furrowed his brow as Kelso spoke. "Dude, you must've been having one of your Star Wars dreams or something, because you were all-" Then Kelso made a few pathetic sounds trying to pretend he was fighting with a light saber. He did the sounds all wrong.

"Honey," My mom piped up. "Were you playing with your little dolls again?"

"Action figures!" I yelled, no one seemed to get that right. I mean, hell! There was a huge difference between dolls and action figures. "No, I wasn't, Mom."

"Okay, well, are you okay? You had a bad dream, Eric you know those are just dreams," Kitty nodded to herself and touched my cheek. She knows I've been having dreams for awhile now, but I never told anyone, not even her what they were about, or how they got started. I was too freaked as it is, I wouldn't want them to be, too.

"Yes, I'm fine mom,"

"Okay, well, that's good. I'll go get some water, wait right here!" She laughed nervously and made her way up the stairs.

"Eric, you look sick," Jackie said, flipping her hair, contemplating what she just assumed. "I… have to go," and with one last smile, Jackie was gone. I knew she wouldn't stick around thinking I was sick. I didn't want her to, either.

"Eric, are you sick?" Fes asked in his same accent.

I licked my lips and sighed. "No, Fes."

"Good, because you are sitting on my candy," Fes hesitated, then darted down into the couch, pulling out a doggy bag.

Everyone gave him weird looks.

Hyde cleared his throat. "Fes, if you don't want that bag of candy ending up in your ass, then take Kelso and leave."

Fes gasped dramatically, then wore an angry face. He gripped the bag tighter and closer to his chest. "Fine, have it your way, Hyde. Kelso, let's leave."

"But-"

"I said let's leave!"

Kelso looked back at Hyde and Fes a few times, then gave up and left with Fes. I wished he wouldn't of gone.

There were a few minutes of silence before anyone spoke up again. Thank god that person wasn't Hyde.

"Here you go, Eric," Mom practically ran back in and gave the glass of water to me. "Where did everyone go?"

"They left," I said simply enough.

"Oh, okay well... if you need anything, you just give a yell," She laughed lightly and started to walk towards the stairs.

"Wait, Mom… where's Donna?" I asked. To Hyde and my Mom I probably sounded like an idiot.

"Honey, don't you remember? She's on vacation with her parent's in Florida," She looked sad for a moment, but then laughed and walked back up the stairs. I flinched as the door closed shut. The hole that Hyde's eyes were burning into me wasn't helping me in this awkward situation.

I gulped most of the water down, then sat it on the table. Don't talk, don't talk, don't talk…

"Forman, what's been going on, man? You've been acting weird since last Friday."

Ah, right. That was six days ago. The day Donna dumped me because she felt we were drifting apart. The day Hyde took me out for beer at the bar with his fake I.D. The day I now wish never happened.

"It's just," I started, pausing a moment. "Well, the break-up is hard, you know? It's just hard," I lied; the break-up wasn't the thing that was bothering me, though it really should be the thing. The thing that was bothering me was what happened last Friday, when I went outside for some fresh air while Hyde went to the bathroom. Why the hell did I need fresh air in the first place? Why the hell did I need to go outside? Damn it.

Hyde stood there, staring at me through his glasses, trying to figure out if I was lying or not. I looked away from him.

"Forman, since Friday you've been having these nightmares. And sometimes I'm here to hear you scream my name and sometimes I'm not, and when I'm not your mom tells me. So what the hell's wrong with you, man? I'm your best friend," He said, with an emotionless face, but wasn't he always like that?

I opened my mouth, but I didn't know what to say, so I just shook my head.

"Damn it, Forman. Tell me now, or as your so-called best friend, I swear I'll kick your ass," He took a step towards me. "I mean it, man. Think of how I feel hearing you scream out my name like that."

It took a moment to realize, but I could turn this on him. I grinned dumbly.

"What?" He snapped, frowning at the grin on my face.

"It might be just me but… Steven Hyde, are you actually worried about me?"

Hyde just stood there. "…No,"

"Yes, you are, I can see it on your face!" I laughed, at the site of a defeated Hyde.

"Psh, what? Me? Have feelings? W-worried?!" He stuttered after a few words. "You're on dope, man, don't play this crap with me!"

"What is this crap you speak of?" I asked in my Star Wars voice, waving my hands around.

"Forman, I am NOT, I repeat; am NOT worried about your skinny ass-"

"BURN!!" Kelso yelled, practically ramming down the door.

Fes followed in. "The impossible has happened!" He announced.

"I know, right?! Hyde, you actually care about people!"

"No, I don't like people," He said, obviously angry that Kelso and Fes were at the door the whole time. "I like Ferraris, Zeppelin, and beer, in that order."

Kelso laughed dumbly and for once I was grateful to have such idiotic friends.

"Kelso, get the hell out, now," He stressed out the last word, but they didn't move. He lunged at Kelso and Fes, and before I knew it, the two were out the door. It's bad enough my friends were idiots, but now two of them are scaredy-cats.

I spoke before Hyde could. "Look, Hyde, I can tell you're agitated about this whole thing, and I'm sorry," I apologized, getting up.

"Whatever, man," He said, keeping his cool. He sighed. "So what's with the nightmares? Tell me."

"Hyde, you not wanting to talk about your feelings is like me not wanting to talk about these dreams," I said.

He took a good minute to speak again. "Whatever," He muttered, sitting down on the couch. Did he really just give up?

No.

I was about to walk out of the basement when he spoke once more. "Forman, make a deal with me, man. If you have nightmare tonight, you're telling me everything over some nice, cold beers at the bar," He said. "Agreed?"

I didn't how to refuse so I agreed. "Sure," I walked out, heading for the shower, thinking about my day ahead of me. Then I realized I just wished death upon myself agreeing to Hyde's damn compromise.

I'm screwed.