rippin.at.the.seams.
[part one]
++Jane's Point Of View++
Through the darkness in my house, all I could hear was the loud creaking of Trent's bed coming from across the hall. I cringed, trying to think of what slut was in their with him. "Probably Monique," I thought, "must be another damn on week."
My eyes shot open as soon as I heard a familiar voice say, "I love you too" in the hallway just a few minutes after the creeking stopped. Immediately, I jumped out of bed and rushed to the hall. And, as assumed, Trent and Daria stood there, both in just t-shirts. I looked at both of them, expecting some kind of explaination. Daria's mouthed opened slightly, but no words came out. I peered into her eyes, half congratulating her, half calling her stupid. "Hi, Jane," was all she said.
"Hello, Daria." I looked at my brother, "Hi, Trent."
"Hey, Janey."
Silence filled the hallway again. "Somebody, please tell me what the hell is going on here," I yelled.
Again, Daria's mouth opened slightly. I could see in her face that she was thinking. Hard. "Jane, we've got something to tell you....." I nodded, urging my friend to continue. "Me and Trent, we...we're....damn it, me and Trant are dating. Happy?"
I smiled. "Well, then, congratulations." I could hear sarcasm in my voice though I didn't mean for it to be there. "Really, I mean that."
"Janey, are you you....uh..mad?" Trent asked in his raspy voice.
"No. Just confused. Very fucking confused." They both looked at me like they were waiting for me to punch one of them. "Really, guys, I'm not mad....I just want to know what the fuck brought this on and why the fuck you two have kept me up for damn near three hours with moaning and bed creaks!" Daria took a cigarette pack and lighter out of her shirt pocket and lit one up before putting the pack away. "And when the hell did you start smoking, missy?"
"Jane, we need to talk..." She turned to Trent, "Trent, can you..uh..go get me a soda or something?"
"Sure." He quickly pressed his lips to hers then walked away.
I looked expectantly at Daria before she dragged me to my room and shut the door. I sat down on my bed, waiting for her to start talking. "Jane, before I moved here...I was happy. I had boyfriends, I had sex, I had self esteem, and I had a reputation. I was the 'bad girl,' the chain-smoking, slutty, usually drunken, pothead that everyone thought was so great. When I moved here, I fell apart. I had no one. Quinn was suddenly so cool and I was suddenly the 'misery chick.' And then I met you and things weren't so bad. I had a friend. But a piece of me has always been missing."
I stared at her, wide eyed. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I didn't want you to think I was a bad person."
"Daria, for god's sake, you're my best friend and nothing could change that!" There was a long silence before I could say anything more. "So...what now?"
"I don't know, Jane, I don't know." She paused for a minute or two. "I just want to be happy again."
[part one]
++Jane's Point Of View++
Through the darkness in my house, all I could hear was the loud creaking of Trent's bed coming from across the hall. I cringed, trying to think of what slut was in their with him. "Probably Monique," I thought, "must be another damn on week."
My eyes shot open as soon as I heard a familiar voice say, "I love you too" in the hallway just a few minutes after the creeking stopped. Immediately, I jumped out of bed and rushed to the hall. And, as assumed, Trent and Daria stood there, both in just t-shirts. I looked at both of them, expecting some kind of explaination. Daria's mouthed opened slightly, but no words came out. I peered into her eyes, half congratulating her, half calling her stupid. "Hi, Jane," was all she said.
"Hello, Daria." I looked at my brother, "Hi, Trent."
"Hey, Janey."
Silence filled the hallway again. "Somebody, please tell me what the hell is going on here," I yelled.
Again, Daria's mouth opened slightly. I could see in her face that she was thinking. Hard. "Jane, we've got something to tell you....." I nodded, urging my friend to continue. "Me and Trent, we...we're....damn it, me and Trant are dating. Happy?"
I smiled. "Well, then, congratulations." I could hear sarcasm in my voice though I didn't mean for it to be there. "Really, I mean that."
"Janey, are you you....uh..mad?" Trent asked in his raspy voice.
"No. Just confused. Very fucking confused." They both looked at me like they were waiting for me to punch one of them. "Really, guys, I'm not mad....I just want to know what the fuck brought this on and why the fuck you two have kept me up for damn near three hours with moaning and bed creaks!" Daria took a cigarette pack and lighter out of her shirt pocket and lit one up before putting the pack away. "And when the hell did you start smoking, missy?"
"Jane, we need to talk..." She turned to Trent, "Trent, can you..uh..go get me a soda or something?"
"Sure." He quickly pressed his lips to hers then walked away.
I looked expectantly at Daria before she dragged me to my room and shut the door. I sat down on my bed, waiting for her to start talking. "Jane, before I moved here...I was happy. I had boyfriends, I had sex, I had self esteem, and I had a reputation. I was the 'bad girl,' the chain-smoking, slutty, usually drunken, pothead that everyone thought was so great. When I moved here, I fell apart. I had no one. Quinn was suddenly so cool and I was suddenly the 'misery chick.' And then I met you and things weren't so bad. I had a friend. But a piece of me has always been missing."
I stared at her, wide eyed. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I didn't want you to think I was a bad person."
"Daria, for god's sake, you're my best friend and nothing could change that!" There was a long silence before I could say anything more. "So...what now?"
"I don't know, Jane, I don't know." She paused for a minute or two. "I just want to be happy again."