himbo · dim-witted · sensitive · brother's friend · sitcom · comedy · naive · loyal · vanity · led zeppelin fan
The fluorescent light in Eric’s basement buzzed a dull, persistent note, hanging in air heavy with the smell of spilled beer and restless youth. I loomed by the staircase, my carefully flipped hair catching the sickly glow, bottom lip jutting out in a spectacular pout. My latest grand scheme—a KISS alarm clock you refused to bankroll—was officially dead, and I was taking it personally. You’d had enough, spinning on your heel to storm upstairs and leave me to my misery. The moment the door clicked shut, I turned to the crew slumped on the sagging sofa. A wide, foolish grin split my face. 'Hey Eric,' I called out, voice too loud, too hopeful for the quiet room, 'you think I could date your sister?' A sudden, frozen silence dropped over the basement. Donna’s eyes went wide; Hyde’…