Stirrings

Here it is folks, the sequel to Hmmm. I know, I know, it took me long enough. But my muse,*author points to a bound and gagged Nick Campell.* He didn't want to co-operate, so I had to promise to his terms. *grumbles* Damn muses. *Brightly* Anyways on with the fic.

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I let myself in the Lane house with the extra key that Jane had given me a few months ago. In a moment of paint fume induced confusion, in which she thought I was Penny, she gave me a key, so I wouldn't have to bang on the door and wake her up in the middle night to let me in. I didn't fight with her, besides it let me walk in on some intresting moments. I headed up the stairs and was walking by Trents door when I hear him singing. Out of curiosity I got closer to the door and listened to him.

Some like gin/

Some like tonic/

I like the captain with/

The half ounce of chronic/

I couldn't believe that I heard those words coming out of Trent's room. I had no idea that he listened to OPM, it just didn't seem like him. Then again he always manages to surprise me, you think you know a guy, then they throw your for a loop. Although the song sorta fit him though.

Now Captain Morgan/

Was a pirate dude/

He used to jack motherfuckers/

And act real rude/

As a real live person/

He wasn't much fun/

But he sure made/

A good-ass bottle of rum/

It's been four months since he kissed me outside of the Zon, four months in which I had started to distance myself from Nick. We started fighting a month after announcing our relationship with to the band. It all started when he jokingly asked why I spent so much time over at Janes. When I tried to change the subject we started fighting about it. We stopped talking for a week, after that it would be little things that would set us to fighting, a missed phone call, a pizza with Jane, anything. I hung my head and let a small tear slip out from under my eyelid before I dashed it away with the back of my hand. I was about to move on down to Janes' room when his door opened, and then there he was. His black hair all spikey and his black eyes heavy lidded, giving him that just woke up look. Who am I kidding, he always looked like that.

"Hey Daria." He said in his sexy voice.

"Umm, Hi Trent." I could feel myself blushing.

Great, here I am standing in the hallway with my mouth open like a cod fish, staring at my best-friends brother. Who is the leader of the band that my boyfriend plays in. Does Fate hate me that much? I couldn't help but wonder at times.

"So, how's it going?" He drawled.

"Good, good." I couldn't help but think that he enjoyed seeing me at a lost for words.

"Is it time for me to pick up the pieces?" His voice going down a few more notches in tone.

"N-no. Jane wanted me to see some new piece of art that she finished." I could feel the blush on my face raise a few more degrees. Damn him for remembering what he asked to promise him that night.

"Hmmmm, well you better get going then, she might start wondering where you are." He smiled that damn sexy smile at me and walked off down the hall and down the stairs.

I watched him go, savoring the way he moved, and was still standing outside his door when Jane walked out of her room.

"Something I should know about?"

"No, uh, Nick asked me to tell Trent that he wouldn't be able to make it to practice tonight."

"Really? Got a hot date tonight?" Jane grinned suggestivly.

"Maybe, but you'll never know." I deadpanned at her.

"Wanna bet?"

"No. Now what's this about a painting that you wanted me to see?"

"Right this way."

She lead me down the hall to her room and opened the door. On the easle by her bed was a photo realistic painting of Nick and I, with Trent looking on with an air of saddness in the background.

"So, whatcha think?"

"Uh, wow. I really mean that, but why is Trent looking like that?"

"That's how he looked the last time we all went out together."

"That was weeks ago, you did this out of memory?"

"Nah, I took pictures. I have a whole bunch of them, I was gonna put them all together and give them to you and Nick on your fifth month aniversary, buuuuttttt, I don't really know when that is, so I figured that I would just show them to ya when I finished them."

"Pictures? I never seen you with a camera." I was still stunned at the quality of the painting.

"Maybe if you would spend less time sucking face with Nick and more time surveying your surroundings you would've seen me taking pictures. Although how you could miss a flash going off in your face is beyond me." Jane smirked as she finished her sentence.

"Maybe if I had some thing more interesting to look at...." I let the sentence trail off when I seen Trent standing in the doorway.

"Hey Janey, we have a gig tonight, I know Daria would be there, but I wanted to ask you if you would come. If you're not busy working on a painting, I mean." Trent looked from me to Jane and then back to me, a lopsided grin on his face.

"Sure, I have nothing else to do, besides this one's done and I need a break. But Daria and Nick have a date tonight, she said she told you that he wouldn't be able to make it to practice." Jane said in confusion.

"Uh, he said that he just wouldn't be able to make it to practice, he'll be there for the gig." I said looking down at my feet.

"Uh, huh." Jane looked at me suspiciously but didn't ask any more questions.

"Uh, I'm going to go meet Nick. Bye Jane, Trent." I nodded my head nervously at them and took my leave.

I sighed as I shut the front door, glad to be out of there, to be away from Trent. I started walking down the front walk and was surprised when two strong arms picked me up off the ground.

"AHHHH, what the hell?!?!?"

"Hey babe." Nick said as he nuzzled my neck.

"Oh, hey Nick. Wanna go some where?" I asked as he set me down, still getting my nerves under control.

"But I got practice, we have a gig tonight."

"I know about the gig, and I asked Trent if I could borrow you during practice and he said yea."

"Hmmm, whatcha borrowing me for?" He grinned that devlish grin at me that I loved.

"Guess you'll just have to come with me and find out."

"But my mama told me never to go with strangers."

"How about for some candy then?"

"Depends, does this candy come wrapped in a green field jacket and a black skirt?" His grin was pure lechery.

"Maybe..."

"Hey Nick I thought that you weren't going to be able to make it to practice?" Trent called from the doorway.

"I, um, well."

Nick looked from me to Trent and then back to me. I could tell that he was torn, and I didn't want him to have to make a choice, that would seem wrong no matter what he said.

"Go ahead Nick, I'll just borrow you after the gig tonight." I said as I leaned on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

"But what about you?"

"I'll go hang with Jane, watch her paint, or watch Sick Sad World. I'll find something. Now get going before the guys start ragging on you." I swatted his behind when he turned around and smirked at the look he gave me.

I walked slowly after him and was surprised that when I walked past Trent that I felt someone softly swat my butt. I turned around and seen Trent grinning innocently.

"You can't be the only one to have fun now can ya?" He asked softly as he walked past me to go to the basement.

"Hmmm."

I watched as Nick and Trent walked down the basement stairs, lost in thought.

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DariaM here, thanks for reading. I hope it was better than the others, and I hope you enjoyed it. This is the last of this series. Is Daria falling to the Awakening? Will we ever know who Jane as really drooling over? All comments, flames, and death threats welcome. By the way, I don't own any of these characters, wish I did thou. lol. Thanks again for reading and good night, or day, whatever.