Dear FanFiction.net,
This is my Daria fic. Please post it and ommit the letter.
-Artemis Ostrogoth
DISCLAIMER: Daria and all of its characters belong solely to MTV.
Amicae by Artemis Ostrogoth
Tiffany was the first one to fall asleep at the fashion club slumber party. This was deduced when Sandi asked her a question,
and she took an even slower time to answer it than usual. Stacy sighed. Tiffany's lethargic voice was a welcome break from the barely
concealed arguments between Sandi and Quinn. They were arguing about plaid now. They were at Quinn's house, so she could kick Sandi out
if she wanted to. Although she'd have to suffer the consequences the next day. Stacy saw Quinn's sister and that weird friend in the red
jacket. They were talking very easily about the diffference between bear attacks and moose attacks. Eeew, thought Stacy. Blood was gross.
Yet she wished that she could talk so easily to someone, without freaking out if they didn't like her or something she said. Beauty rest
was important, according to Sandi, so Stacy drifted off, dreaming about plaid.
Tiffany woke up, and took a shower. She then weighed herself on the bathroom scale. She could tell that she weighed less than last week,
but she didn't know how much. "Stacy," she called slowly. "Stacy, I need help." Stacy came running in. " Tiffany, are you alright? You
haven't gained weight, have you? That would suck, but I'd still be your friend." "It's okay, Stacy," Said Tiffany. "I just need to know how
much lower ninety-two is than ninety-five." Stacy was relieved. "Oh, I think that would be three. Or two. I don't know." "Stacy," Tiffany
said, "you have mascara all over your face." "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" said Stacy. She hugged Tiffany and thanked her mentally
while she scrubbed her face. If Sandi saw her, it would be another opportunity for her to deride Stacy. Maybe she had found a friend. Tiffany
applied mascara, thinking about how nice it is to have a friend like Stacy.
This is my Daria fic. Please post it and ommit the letter.
-Artemis Ostrogoth
DISCLAIMER: Daria and all of its characters belong solely to MTV.
Amicae by Artemis Ostrogoth
Tiffany was the first one to fall asleep at the fashion club slumber party. This was deduced when Sandi asked her a question,
and she took an even slower time to answer it than usual. Stacy sighed. Tiffany's lethargic voice was a welcome break from the barely
concealed arguments between Sandi and Quinn. They were arguing about plaid now. They were at Quinn's house, so she could kick Sandi out
if she wanted to. Although she'd have to suffer the consequences the next day. Stacy saw Quinn's sister and that weird friend in the red
jacket. They were talking very easily about the diffference between bear attacks and moose attacks. Eeew, thought Stacy. Blood was gross.
Yet she wished that she could talk so easily to someone, without freaking out if they didn't like her or something she said. Beauty rest
was important, according to Sandi, so Stacy drifted off, dreaming about plaid.
Tiffany woke up, and took a shower. She then weighed herself on the bathroom scale. She could tell that she weighed less than last week,
but she didn't know how much. "Stacy," she called slowly. "Stacy, I need help." Stacy came running in. " Tiffany, are you alright? You
haven't gained weight, have you? That would suck, but I'd still be your friend." "It's okay, Stacy," Said Tiffany. "I just need to know how
much lower ninety-two is than ninety-five." Stacy was relieved. "Oh, I think that would be three. Or two. I don't know." "Stacy," Tiffany
said, "you have mascara all over your face." "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" said Stacy. She hugged Tiffany and thanked her mentally
while she scrubbed her face. If Sandi saw her, it would be another opportunity for her to deride Stacy. Maybe she had found a friend. Tiffany
applied mascara, thinking about how nice it is to have a friend like Stacy.