eric foster | d5 | cb

People make me nervous. Like the fingers shaking around clenched fists, shoved into shallow pockets kind of nervous. The forcing deep breaths 'til you're light headed and standing in the far corner of the room in hopes you'll melt into the wallpaper kind of nervous. I just don't know what to say, y'know? It's not like my collection of limited edition action figures makes for a great ice breaker. Learned that one the hard way.

In the end, I'm an easy guy to overlook - don't worry I've already developed several complexes about it. There's nothing like the abject disappointment that fills my father's gaze whenever it falls on me to assure me of my place in the world. And even if it didn't he's told me I'm a disappointment to my face enough times that I'd have gotten the message either way.

I'd like to say my friends make it worthwhile, but then I remember Kelso fucked my sister on multiple occasions and I'm not so sure. Maybe I'm just convenient, an empty basement and the closest any of us come to a functional family. There's much less of a chance of a tweaked out cousin crashing the party when you're at the Foster residence. Heard we're the best thing since white bread.

All I know is they don't make me nervous. Sitting on the arm of the couch, laughing at some joke Hyde told at Kelso's expense is the most fun I've ever had. I'm still getting over that crush I had on Donna for the better part of sophomore year but that doesn't mean I'm not glad she's always around.

If I had it my way, nothing would ever change between the lot of us.

We've got something worth saving.