Point Place, Wisconsin, 1978. He doesn't know why you hang out with him. You're one of Jackie Burkhart's best friends from the cheer team, and she recently introduced you to the gang. One boy really caught your eye, Eric Forman. He was cute, in the boyish, can't-really-grow-a-beard kind of way. He had wide, pretty eyes, sarcasm, and a full head of hair. But he had a serious girlfriend, Donna Pinciotti, so you never did anything about it. And for some reason, the opinion he had formed about you was negative. You honestly didn't see it coming, but Eric and Donna had broken up. Now, of course you knew he would be heartbroken, so you didn't plan to make a move. But it couldn't hurt to be with him during this difficult time, right?

You walk down the stairs into Eric's basement in your cheerleader uniform, and the only one down there is a sulking Eric. He's lying on the couch, and he raises his head to look at you, only to roll his eyes. "Oh, great, it's my favorite squatter." He quipped, lying back down and holding onto his pillow. It's clear he hasn't gotten up yet, his hair is messy and to your surprise, there's the slightest hint of facial hair. You lean against the couch much to his dismay, "You know, I don't get why you don't like me." You said. He full-on snorted and sat up. "Right, because who doesn't like a freeloading cheerleader?" You roll your eyes, ignoring his snarky remarks and glance around the basement. "Where are the others?" you ask, and his expression immediately falters. "They all went for food with Donna." He flops down onto his pillow, letting out a low moan. He was absolutely pitiful in this state.