DISCLAIMER: the characters of Daria, Jane and Trent (sadly) do not belong to us. Don't sue us or anything dumb like that. But please do enjoy the Fic ^_^ --GOST
The Only One
By GOST
"Trent...?"
"Yeah Daria?"
Daria looked down nervously. She played with the hem of her skirt as she sat on the sofa next to Trent. Glancing behind her towards the door to the kitchen, Daria suddenly noticed Trent's arm casually draped across the back of the sofa, dangerously close to her own shoulder.
"Um, well..." she stammered. This was so hard. Daria wanted more than anything to tell Trent how she felt about him, but every time she tried she either blushed like crazy or was somehow inter-
"Caffeine and artificial flavors for all!" Jane announced, returning from the kitchen with their Cokes. She paused a moment when she saw the look on Daria's face, then handed one of the drinks to Trent.
"Thanks, Janey."
"Sure. Here you go, Daria." As she handed the drink over she raised a questioning eyebrow and Daria responded with a death glare. Wincing, Jane sat down on the sofa and resolved to interrogate Daria later. Maybe it hadn't been such a great idea leaving those two alone, even if it was just for a few commercials.
Soon the show was over and they switched off the television. Trent stood to leave the room.
"Time to turn in, eh Trent?" Jane asked.
"No way. Night is when I hit my prime. Creatively, that is."
"Well don't stay up too late, Sport, or you won't be able to wake up in time for lunch," Jane teased. Trent left the room and Jane turned to Daria.
"Well?!"
"Um...." Daria said, glancing away.
"Come on Daria, I saw that look on your face when I came back in. You were gonna tell him, weren't you?"
"I was going to try..."
"I'm kinda sorry I walked in on you. I'll try to make it up to you, okay?"
"Knowing you, Jane, I'm not sure I'll appreciate your efforts."
"Hey! Give me a chance. You just might like what you see."
"Um, okay. Can we turn in now? I'm kinda beat."
"Sure," said Jane and they headed up to her room.
When Daria awoke the next morning, she was alone in Jane's room. She groped for her glasses and put them on, then looked at the clock. Almost noon. She had slept longer than she thought, and Jane had probably been up a while. She started to climb out of her sleeping bag, but was startled by the bedroom door opening. There stood Trent, rubbing his eyes and wearing nothing but his grey boxer shorts. His hair was tousled from sleep and his slender body was slightly backlit from the hall. His posture was even more apparent without his shirt on, the hips-forward slouch that so defined him.
"Janey, what did you do with my clothes?" Trent asked.
Daria let out an "eep!" and dove back into her sleeping bag.
"Whoa, sorry Daria," said Trent, backing out of the room.
As Daria peeked back out she heard Jane's voice from downstairs: "I took the opportunity of washing them, Trent! It seemed like it would never happen if I didn't steal them while you were unconscious."
The bedroom door once again closed, Daria got up and dressed. She couldn't get Trent out her mind, though, guilty as it made her. "Hmm," she thought, "I never knew he had a tattoo on his leg. And wow...he looked pretty good in just boxers. Hell, I wonder what he'd look like without..." Here Daria severed her train of thought. She shook her head and went down to get some breakfast.
"'Morning, Jane," Daria said as she sat down and blearily poured herself some cereal.
"'Morning, Daria," Jane said as she carried a load of laundry across the kitchen.
Daria looked across the table at Trent, who she was surprised to find still hadn't located his clothing. He lounged in a chair opposite her, looking strangely relaxed despite the fact that he was wearing only boxer shorts. He had one tattooed arm thrown over the back of the chair, his legs resting apart over the front and side of the seat.
"Janey had to wash my clothes," said Trent by way of explanation.
Daria looked over to where Jane was folding laundry. Jane gave her a knowing wink and Daria blushed bright red. Pointedly looking only at her cereal, Daria finished her breakfast without a word.
"Alright Trent, your clothes are clean. By the way, you might wash them occasionally yourself, or maybe change your clothes...well, I shouldn't be talking," she said as she looked down at her own uniform of red jacket and black shorts.
"Thanks, Janey...wow, they smell really....weird."
"Yes Trent, that's the fresh morning scent of not you."
Trent trudged back to his room carrying his load of laundry and Jane sat down in the chair he had vacated.
"Well...?" she said expectantly.
"Well what?" asked Daria.
"Nice, no? Subtle, effective, etc?"
"You actually planned for Trent to walk around me all morning with no clothes on?"
"Oui!!"
Daria paused a moment in frank disbelief.
"As enjoyable as the eye candy was, I don't see how this helped me to to tell Trent how I feel about him. If anything I'm even more intimidated."
"Have no fear, Morgendorffer. This is only the beginning."
Daria wasn't quite sure what to expect.
The Only One
By GOST
"Trent...?"
"Yeah Daria?"
Daria looked down nervously. She played with the hem of her skirt as she sat on the sofa next to Trent. Glancing behind her towards the door to the kitchen, Daria suddenly noticed Trent's arm casually draped across the back of the sofa, dangerously close to her own shoulder.
"Um, well..." she stammered. This was so hard. Daria wanted more than anything to tell Trent how she felt about him, but every time she tried she either blushed like crazy or was somehow inter-
"Caffeine and artificial flavors for all!" Jane announced, returning from the kitchen with their Cokes. She paused a moment when she saw the look on Daria's face, then handed one of the drinks to Trent.
"Thanks, Janey."
"Sure. Here you go, Daria." As she handed the drink over she raised a questioning eyebrow and Daria responded with a death glare. Wincing, Jane sat down on the sofa and resolved to interrogate Daria later. Maybe it hadn't been such a great idea leaving those two alone, even if it was just for a few commercials.
Soon the show was over and they switched off the television. Trent stood to leave the room.
"Time to turn in, eh Trent?" Jane asked.
"No way. Night is when I hit my prime. Creatively, that is."
"Well don't stay up too late, Sport, or you won't be able to wake up in time for lunch," Jane teased. Trent left the room and Jane turned to Daria.
"Well?!"
"Um...." Daria said, glancing away.
"Come on Daria, I saw that look on your face when I came back in. You were gonna tell him, weren't you?"
"I was going to try..."
"I'm kinda sorry I walked in on you. I'll try to make it up to you, okay?"
"Knowing you, Jane, I'm not sure I'll appreciate your efforts."
"Hey! Give me a chance. You just might like what you see."
"Um, okay. Can we turn in now? I'm kinda beat."
"Sure," said Jane and they headed up to her room.
When Daria awoke the next morning, she was alone in Jane's room. She groped for her glasses and put them on, then looked at the clock. Almost noon. She had slept longer than she thought, and Jane had probably been up a while. She started to climb out of her sleeping bag, but was startled by the bedroom door opening. There stood Trent, rubbing his eyes and wearing nothing but his grey boxer shorts. His hair was tousled from sleep and his slender body was slightly backlit from the hall. His posture was even more apparent without his shirt on, the hips-forward slouch that so defined him.
"Janey, what did you do with my clothes?" Trent asked.
Daria let out an "eep!" and dove back into her sleeping bag.
"Whoa, sorry Daria," said Trent, backing out of the room.
As Daria peeked back out she heard Jane's voice from downstairs: "I took the opportunity of washing them, Trent! It seemed like it would never happen if I didn't steal them while you were unconscious."
The bedroom door once again closed, Daria got up and dressed. She couldn't get Trent out her mind, though, guilty as it made her. "Hmm," she thought, "I never knew he had a tattoo on his leg. And wow...he looked pretty good in just boxers. Hell, I wonder what he'd look like without..." Here Daria severed her train of thought. She shook her head and went down to get some breakfast.
"'Morning, Jane," Daria said as she sat down and blearily poured herself some cereal.
"'Morning, Daria," Jane said as she carried a load of laundry across the kitchen.
Daria looked across the table at Trent, who she was surprised to find still hadn't located his clothing. He lounged in a chair opposite her, looking strangely relaxed despite the fact that he was wearing only boxer shorts. He had one tattooed arm thrown over the back of the chair, his legs resting apart over the front and side of the seat.
"Janey had to wash my clothes," said Trent by way of explanation.
Daria looked over to where Jane was folding laundry. Jane gave her a knowing wink and Daria blushed bright red. Pointedly looking only at her cereal, Daria finished her breakfast without a word.
"Alright Trent, your clothes are clean. By the way, you might wash them occasionally yourself, or maybe change your clothes...well, I shouldn't be talking," she said as she looked down at her own uniform of red jacket and black shorts.
"Thanks, Janey...wow, they smell really....weird."
"Yes Trent, that's the fresh morning scent of not you."
Trent trudged back to his room carrying his load of laundry and Jane sat down in the chair he had vacated.
"Well...?" she said expectantly.
"Well what?" asked Daria.
"Nice, no? Subtle, effective, etc?"
"You actually planned for Trent to walk around me all morning with no clothes on?"
"Oui!!"
Daria paused a moment in frank disbelief.
"As enjoyable as the eye candy was, I don't see how this helped me to to tell Trent how I feel about him. If anything I'm even more intimidated."
"Have no fear, Morgendorffer. This is only the beginning."
Daria wasn't quite sure what to expect.