Summary: AU for the episode "Reefer Madness." Donna never told Kitty and Red that the marijuana for which Hyde got busted was Jackie's, so Red went through with kicking Red out. When he dropped the key on the table, Red never called him back.
Disclaimer: I don't own That 70's Show. Nor was I alive in the decade...
"This is bullcrap, man, it's just…bullcrap. Y'know?"
Hyde nodded nonchalantly. "Whatever."
"No!" Eric pounded his fist on the counter. They were in the fotohut, after hours, moving Hyde in. "There has to be something I can do. We all smoke pot, it isn't fair that you get kicked out to live on the streets."
"We're in fotohut, not at the park Foreman," Hyde pointed out. "I'm a big boy."
"Well, yeah, but…" Eric fidgeted around for a minute. "Where will you sleep?"
"Right here," Hyde pulled a blanket, the same blanket under which he had slept on a cot in the Foreman's basement, out of his bag and tossed it behind the counter.
"Well, uh, where will you shower?"
"And eat? There's no fridge here."
"There's a ** right down the street."
"And how will you afford to eat out for every meal?"
Hyde looked around the room slowly. "Dude. We're in the Fotohut. I work here. Remember?"
"You just have an answer for everything, don't you?"
"Well, you are asking me questions. You're supposed to answer them."
Eric glared at him. "Don't be a dumbass, dumbass. I'm just worried about you. It's cold out, and you're sleeping on the floor of a fotohut. Red shouldn't have kicked you out. It just sucks. It's-"
"Bullcrap. I get it, Foreman, thanks." He sounded annoyed, but his gratitude was real.
"So…" Eric looked around the room. "I guess that's it?"
Hyde nodded. "Looks like it. So I guess I'll see you around…"
"Yeah. There's school, and the **. And you're going to be in my basement every day anyway. So we'll probably see each other at some point."
Hyde, never one for words, nodded again.
Eric didn't know any more stalling techniques, so he simply patted Hyde on the shoulder awkwardly and left.
It was raining.
He pulled the hood of his jacket up over his head, gave the fotohut a last sad look, and walked home.