Izzy sat on her knees on her bedroom floor, listening to Kelso's story as she continued packing her suitcases. He was sitting behind her on her bed, telling her animatedly about the time he thought he could be Black Widow.

"So I was trying to pull off the pleather jumpsuit, but my thighs-"

"Can you hand me the, uh... the blue sweater? The one that's by your ass?"

Kelso reached behind him and tossed it to Izzy, hitting her square in the face. "As I was saying, I was tuggin' and tuggin', but I was trapped, Forwoman! Trapped, I tell you! And I'm tempted to call Jackie and ask for help, but I didn't want her knowing I had swiped her Halloween costume-"

Izzy reached behind her and held her hand out to Kelso. "Now the pink sweater?"

"Here," he set it in her hand and continued his story. "So Betsy's crying. I'm crying. And then Fez knocks on the door! I swear, Iz. He's a weirdo, but living with him has its perks!"

"Oh, does it now?" Izzy hid a smile, even though he couldn't see her face.

"It does! And then he pulled out a bottle of olive oil from you'll never guess where-"

She stood up abruptly. "I don't wanna guess where!"

"Isabelle! Breakfast!" Red called from the base of the stairs.

Izzy gave a light huff and nodded. "Saved by Dad. Kelso, please be sure to tell Steven that story, okay?"

"Alright!"

"And spare no details! In fact, I think you slacked a little bit in the detail department just now. Be sure to give him everything you've got and more. He needs to really feel how that spandex fit around your-"

"Isabelle!"

"Alright Dad, I'm coming!"

-

Izzy followed her father into the kitchen, where Eric and Charlie were already sitting at the table.

"Good morning, Mr. Forman!" Charlie said cheerily.

Red began to pour himself and Izzy two cups of coffee. "Charlie! Didn't recognize you without your schoolgirl's skirt." Izzy stifled a laugh. "Why don't you drink another warehouse full of beer? Then you can get out of those uncomfortable boy things!"

Last night was the night that Izzy had tagged along with all of the boys to the beer warehouse. That night also was the night that Charlie had been brought home by them all, totally drunk and wearing Izzy's old Catholic school uniform. It was truly the only way to accept a new peer into Point Place.

Charlie's face turned bright red as he watched Red leave the room. Eric looked dumbfounded. "Wow," he said slowly. "He came in here, attacked you, and completely ignored me."

Izzy nodded, leaning against the kitchen counter. "He must be the one the prophets spoke of."

Charlie looked disappointed. "I really got off on the wrong foot with your dad. Ah, it'll blow over. How long can he stay mad at a kid, right?"

"Eric, how old are you?" Izzy asked innocently.

A shadow passed over Eric's face. "Old enough."

"Here's breakfast, you two!" Kitty said, setting a plate on the counter in front of Izzy and the table in front of Charlie. She glanced over at the other one in the room. "Oh, Eric! I didn't realize you still lived here, I thought you left for Africa."

"Mom, I've been sitting here for ten minutes."

"Then you'd better get going, or you're going to be late for Africa!"

Izzy grinned. "Ha ha. Now she's not guilting me for leaving, she's guilting you!"

Kitty spun around to face her daughter. "Oh, are you still here? I thought you'd be long gone in France by now!"

"Nevermind," Izzy mumbled.

-

"So my mom's doing this whole passive-aggressive guilt thing about me going to Africa," Eric said, leaning against the El Camino as Hyde worked under the hood. "Which basically just consists of her saying the word Africa a lot."

Donna nodded, seemingly deep in thought. "Well. I believe that if you want someone to know how you feel, it's better to use the direct approach. Like this. Don't go to Africa, dillhole!"

Izzy laughed as she watched Donna hit Eric on the back of the head. "That's what you deserve, dingus."

"You deserve it, too!" Eric said, leaning over to Izzy (who was also leaning on the car, just closer to Hyde so she could see his ass a little better) and hitting her on the side of her head.

"Ow! Dingus!"

Eric grinned. "Speaking of dinguses..." He paused. "Dingi? Dinguses. Hyde! Give any thought to what happened last night?"

Izzy's face paled.

"Last night?" Hyde asked confusedly. "What happened last night?"

Donna raised her eyebrows. "You blacked out? Damn, how much beer did you guys drink?"

"Enough, apparently," Eric mumbled. "You really don't remember? The, uh... the question?"

Izzy shot her brother a look as though to say, "Shut up. Don't bring that shit up right now or I will castrate you and make you eat a spicy pepper."

Eric's eyes widened. "Oh. When you asked Kelso if... you could kiss him."

Hyde's face turned bright red. "I did not kiss Kelso!"

"Oh my god," Donna says, laughing. "You kissed Kelso?!"

Izzy laughed at Hyde's unenthused expression. She went up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. "I'm gonna go pack some cold-weather things. Wish me luck!"

"Good luck," he said, turning his face and giving her a normal kiss this time.

When the sliding glass door had fully closed behind her, Hyde pointed at Eric. "What the hell happened last night, man?"

Eric chuckled nervously. "Well, uh, you know Charlie took us to the beer warehouse."

"Yeah."

"And you know how you kissed Kelso?"

"So everyone says."

"That should be a testament to just how drunk you were. Keep that in mind when I tell you what I'm about to."

Donna looked confused. "So... you weren't all blackout drunk last night?"

Eric shook his head. "Just Hyde and Charlie. Hyde was so drunk, in fact, that he proposed to Izzy."

Donn's jaw dropped open. Hyde's eyes widened. "What?!" Donna asked excitedly.

"Yup."

Hyde knit his brow. "Man, I did?"

"Three times."

"Three- oh my god. I- I've gotta talk to her."

Donna laughed. "Why? She seems to have dropped it, she knows you didn't mean it, Hyde." There was a pause, where Hyde couldn't meet their eyes. Instead, he just looked at the ground, kicking a pebble between his eet.

Eric paused. "Unless..."

Donna's face lit up. "Oh my god! You meant it!"

"What?" Hyde scoffed. "No..."

"You do!" Eric exclaimed. "You were gonna marry her!"

"You wanna marry her because you looove her!" Donna made kissy faces towards Hyde.

"You love her! Ha!"

"Will you two shut it?!"

Eric half-closed his eyes and started speaking in a raspy voice, trying to emulate Hyde's mannerisms: "Hey, Izzy Bee, you're everything this poor little orphan boy ever wanted."

Donna flipped her hair over one shoulder and tapped Eric on the nose, trying to act like Izzy. "I know! I am the superior Forman twin, after all."

Eric chuckled. "Alright, I gotta go. I need to wrap your going-away present," he said to Donna.

"Eric," she said. "You're the one going away. You didn't have to get me anything."

"Yeah, well... I knew you were going to get me something, and I didn't want this to be awkward again. You know, like Christmas."

Donna smiled. "Well, I did get you something." When Eric had closed the kitchen door behind him, Donna turned around in panic mode. "Oh crap, I didn't get him anything! Quick, what are you getting Izzy?"

Hyde froze. "Uh... I didn't realize going-away presents are a thing. I... should think on that."

"They leave in three days, Hyde!" She paused, then quickly calmed down with a shit-eating grin on her face. "I know what you should get Iz."

"No."

"A big diamond-"

"No!"

"Engagement ring!"

He paused. "Oh, you know what, that's actually a really good-"

"Really?!"

"No!"

-

"Eric, you're gonna love teaching in Africa," Bob Pinciotti said in the Formans' kitchen the following day. "I hear the women all walk around with their hoo-hoos hanging out!"

Donna made a face. "Dad!"

Bob ignored her. "And Izzy, you're going to love France! Great food, great women... great women..." He cleared his throat. "So, did you two get your shots yet?"

Eric looked confused. "What shots?"

"The vaccines you gotta get to protect you against exotic diseases. I got 'em when I was in the military."

"You were in the national guard!" Red said. "What exotic diseases were you afraid you'd catch? Scaredy-Cat-Eating-Pie-in-a-Jacuzzi Fever?"

"Hey, I'm proud of my service." He paused. "Somebody had to stay home and hose down those hippies." He gave a curt nod towards Red, then exited the kitchen.

Izzy turned to her parents, who were sitting at the breakfast table. "You guys, our flights are in two days. How come we didn't know about the shots?"

"Oh, goodness gracious!" Kitty said. "Did I forget to tell you two?" She laughed loudly and stood up, going through her cookbook cabinet. "You know, when you get to be my age, sometimes you forget about things. And sometimes... you hide letters in the rarely-used Mexican soup section of this gigantic cookbook!"

Eric's eyes widened. "Mom! We need these shots! I- I think Africa's pretty strict about these things. And they're not strict about anything. I mean, women walk around there with their hoo-hoos hanging out!"

Izzy nodded. "I'm scared of the French. I don't want them yelling- 'Va te faire foutre, sale américaine!' -just because I don't have my vaccines."

Red sighed and lowered his newspaper. "Kitty, you have no right to stand in the way of someone's dreams. For example, it's Izzy's dream to study art in Europe. And if you don't let Eric go to Africa, you'll crush my dream of getting rid of him!"

"Alright," Kitty said. "I'll give you two the shots tomorrow. A mother should support her children." She paused. "Just know that the needles are big as sausages! And rusty! But don't worry, tetanus only hurts until you die."

-

Later that day at Grooves, Leo approached Hyde with a very contemplative question. "Hey Hyde, man," he said.

"Hey, man," Hyde said, organizing a box of records.

"Listen, I want some tunes, so I need to find a record store."

Hyde knit his brow. "Leo, you're in a record store."

Leo looked around. "Whoa, that was fast! So what're you doin' here?"

"I'm the boss, man. Which is ironic, cause I'm also the least motivated employee."

"So if you have a whole record store, how come you've been kinda mopey lately, man?"

Hyde paused, then turned back to the records. "I haven't been mopey, I'm fine."

Leo nodded, then looked around again. "Well where's that chirpy girl you're always seen with?"

"Izzy? Oh, she's at home."

"Chirpy's at home!"

"Yep. Packin' for her big move to Paris."

Leo's eyes widened as he gasped. "Hey, that's why you're sad, man! You love Chirpy!"

"I do." Hyde thought for a moment. "I'm thinkin' of marrying her, man." He paused. "And the only reason I'm admitting that is cause you have no short term memory, and you're gonna forget this conversation when it's over."

Leo chuckled. "Hey, that's not true, man." He paused. "Hey, guess what I just found out?"

Hyde stifled a smile. "What, Leo?"

"Chirpy girl's movin' to Paris!"

-

"Ugh, crap. It's almost time for us to get our shots," Eric mumbled, sitting in the circle the next day. "Man, why do we have to get shots anyway? So I get yellow fever! I could use a little color."

Fez frowned. "This could be our last circle all together. We're growing up. I mean, Kelso and Hyde have jobs, the twins are going to start their lives, and I... I'm doing more shaving than ever."

Kelso grinned. "Hey, Eric. Remember that time I chucked that dead raccoon at you? And then it turned out to be not dead? And then you chucked it back at me? And then it bit me? And then we had to get rabies shots?" He giggled. "That was fun."

Hyde chuckled. "Remember on the way to the hospital, when Kelso saw a dog, so he jumped outta the car to go pet it? But he forgot the car was moving so he broke his arm. Funniest, bloodiest, most rabies-filled day ever."

"Man, look at us!" Izzy said through teary eyes. "Best friends, sharing a blunt and telling tales... we always have to remember this moment."

Eric glanced down at his watch. "Alright. Stop crying, Iz. Time to go get stabbed with a needle."

Izzy nodded and started to get up, but was pulled back down by Kelso, who held her shoulders firmly. "Do not squirm. You will die."

She nodded. "Okay, Kelso. Thanks for the advice."

-

The following day was the day that the twins would leave. Eric's flight was first, at 6:00 in the evening, then Izzy's was only an hour later. They had carefully planned their flights to be so close together for a few reasons.

First, that would mean they could take one trip to the airport, so less griping from Red. Second, only one set of teary goodbyes for the gang. Third, and probably the most important one, was that the twins could stay together for as long as possible. Both Izzy and Eric knew they wouldn't be able to face the empty bedroom if their twin left days before them, so this was just easier.

Izzy looked down at the piece of paper she had in her hands. She was sitting at the kitchen table, taking advantage of the empty room for a quiet space to think. She knew it was foolish to keep a list of all the people she'd have to say goodbye to; it's not like she'd forget someone. But she did have to organize it from least to most painful. She knew she'd have to start small and work her way up, because it was going to be heartbreaking to say goodbye to Hyde. Then again, there was someone pretty high up on the list who was right outside. It would be easier to just...

"Kelso?" Izzy asked softly, sliding the door open.

He turned around and grinned at her, catching the basketball. "Hey, Forwoman! Wanna play?" He held out the ball to her, and she stared down at it for a second, then smiled and took it from him.

The two played for a few minutes, Kelso obviously taking it easy on her. Every time she made a basket, he would cheer wildly, pick her up, and spin her around once. Fuck, she thought. This is going to be harder than I thought.

Every time Kelso saw Izzy, it was like a dog seeing their owner after a long vacation away. He was always excited to get just a few moments with her, and they were never dull. He passed her the ball, a dopey smile on his face.

"So I'm leaving tonight," she said, shooting for the hoop. When she saw that she had made the basket, she turned to him, expecting the usual parade.

Instead, what she saw was a dumbfounded expression and his arms hanging limp by his sides. "What?" His voice was small.

"You knew this, Kelso," she said shyly.

"I- I know I knew... but really? Like... really really?"

She nodded and picked the ball back up. "Really really."

Without saying anything, Kelso rushed over to her and pulled her into a hug, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

-

"Tonight?" Jackie asked, rifling through a row of dresses.

Izzy nodded, taking a sip of her pop. She figured the easiest way to say goodbye to Jackie was at the mall, resulting in both of them spending too much money on almost an entirely new wardrobe. "We're leaving at five o'clock."

"Damn."

Jackie and Izzy had a lot of ups and downs over their years of friendship. Anyone could tell just by looking at Jackie's boyfriend. Despite all of this though, their love for each other never seemed to waver for longer than a petty argument. Granted, it was usually Izzy doing the forgiving, but Jackie always made it up to her with a cute dress or a fun night out.

"I can't believe you're really going," she mumbled. "You got the dress I got you last weekend, right? The tan one?" Izzy laughed and nodded. "Yeah, Parisians love boring colors." She paused, then squealed. "I have got to get us some food court macarons!"

Izzy raised her eyebrows. "I don't think those-"

"Oh, of course they're not authentic!" Jackie waved her off. "But I have found that there is no better way to say goodbye than colorful rich people cookies! Come on, come on!" She pulled Izzy out of the store by her wrists, and the two headed over to the food court.

On the way over, Jackie quickly stopped, turned around, and took Izzy's hand in hers. "You're my best friend, okay?" She paused. "I- I know I'm not yours, that spot is probably for Donna. Or Kelso, your relationship with him kinda confuses me." She shook her head. "But you're mine. And I hope you don't forget that. I'm sorry for everything that's happened in the past, I really, really am. But I love you with all my heart, you dumb blonde. And we're going to be friends forever."

Izzy nodded, smiling slightly. "I love you, Jackie."

-

Izzy handed the bag of candy to Fez. "Jackie and I got this earlier, eat up. But make it last, I'm not gonna be buying you candy for the next year."

Fez's eyes widened. "You must promise me one thing, Izzy," he said, taking the bag from her and inspecting the candy it contained. "You will write me fancy French letters as often as you can. Learn calligraphy, it is a requirement."

Izzy laughed. "Sure thing, Fez."

He leaned back against the couch, and she did the same. He looked at her for a second before saying, "You and I are very similar, you know?"

"How so?"

"Well, we are both what you have called bisexual-"

She chuckled. "That we are, Fez."

"We both enjoy the finer things in life, but are not spoiled rotten like someone whose name begins with a J and ends with an ackie."

"Also true."

"We both have insanely good looks."

"Okay."

"And we are both brave enough to make the big move to another country."

Izzy smiled and took a jellybean from his candy bag. "Right again."

If Kelso was like a puppy, the Fez was like a bird. He was often caught in a strange (but often hilarious) mood, loved eating food off the floor, and sometimes came on very strong to new people. Underneath all of that, he was fiercely loyal to his friends, despite all the jokes he may pull. He often needed guidance through certain scenarios, but his friends were almost always happy to provide that help.

"Listen," Izzy said. "I need to get home. I'd love for you to come and say one last goodbye to Eric and me before we leave. And when I get back next year-"

"Are you not coming home for Christmas?"

Izzy paused. "I..." She offered him a small smile. "I don't know, buddy."

-

"You idiot!" Donna said, hitting Izzy on the shoulder. "You came to me last to say goodbye?!"

Izzy took Donna's wrists in her hands, holding them down. "Technically, Eric will be last."

"Still! You should've-"

"I couldn't say goodbye to you first, Donna! It's too difficult!"

Donna let her arms go limp. "My best friend and my boyfriend are moving halfway across the world tonight. Man, this sucks!"