This one wormed its way into my head a little while ago and wouldn't leave, so I wrote it down. Now that I look at it, it seems wrong. But not as much as it seems right. ;)

Chapter 1: Decision

"Are we still friends?" Daria asked lamely. Jane didn't reply. Maybe she was wondering the same thing. "Are we?"
Jane sounded exhausted. "Yeah. We're the kind of friends who can't stand the sight of each other."
Daria swallowed hard. "Temporarily, right?"
"I hope so, Daria. I'll see you."
She closed the door on her way out. Daria trudged up to her room, lost in her thoughts.
Not until she was gone did Quinn slowly peek out from the kitchen.

She climbed the stairs on tiptoe and slipped into her bedroom. Bright, happy colors and smiley faces greeted her from all sides. Her stricken expression didn't match.
What the hell was going on? Daria and Jane on the outs? Over a boy? Did somebody switch them with her and Sandi?
She spied one of her textbooks and cautiously opened the cover with one finger. Nope, still confusing. She wasn't Daria.
Quinn paced.
That weird question Daria asked her suddenly made a lot more sense. So she really did kiss her best friend's boyfriend, and she must have admitted it too. Was she crazy?!
Why do I care? was her next thought. Then, a long moment later, why does it matter why I care?
Time passed; she wasn't sure how much. She was still pacing when the phone rang.

Daria lay motionless on her bed, studying the ceiling for answers that wouldn't come. She didn't want to talk to anyone until they did.
"Quinn!" she called. Ring. "Quinn! Telephone!" Ring. "Oh, hell with it." She silently cursed her sister, whatever she may be doing, and reached for the receiver.
The ringing stopped.
With a sigh of relief, she returned to her busy social life.

"Hello?" Quinn said absently. For once she didn't care who was on the other end.
"Hi," A guy replied. She couldn't place his voice, but most guys sounded alike on the phone anyway. "Could I please speak to Daria?"
A guy? For Daria? What guy would ever be calling...
No way, she thought. "Um...sure. Can I ask who's calling?"
"It's Tom," he said after a slight pause. "I'm a friend of hers."
Jane's boyfriend? Quinn paused as the implications sank in. The same one Jane said Daria made out with? The same one who made her sister's only friendship as over as bell bottoms? And now he was calling her, the next day? What kind of sleazy guy did that?
Even a brain deserved better than this.
As the seconds ticked by and Tom kept saying "hello?," it slowly dawned on Quinn that she was about to do something nice for her sister. For free. Her heart pounded like a cash register on Black Friday.
She brought the receiver back up to her ear. "...Daria doesn't want to talk to you."
She hung up before he could say any more and stood there, staring at the phone as if daring the jerk to call back. He didn't.
Quinn lay down and tried unsuccessfully to lose herself in a fashion rag, wondering if this rare gesture would end up making any difference.
...Nah.