Trent
I awoke. Dunno why, 'cuz I was pretty damn comfortable.
Looked around. Realized I was in Daria's room again. Damn. I took her bed.
She was lying on her floor, passed out and drooling on a book in front of her.
I stood up, stretched, and nudged her with the toe of my shoe.
"Hey," I said. "I'm getting out of here."
The clock on her nighstand told me it was 3:00.
A.M. probably. It was dark outside, you know.
"Huh, whazzit?" she said, sitting up, rubbing her eyes.
"Get in your bed." I took her arm and led her to it.
Man, was she out of it. She was out again before her head even hit her
pillow. "G'night," I said, taking her glasses off sitting 'em on her 'stand.
Didn't want 'em to get broken. And then I kissed her on her head and left.
I was almost to the door when I heard a familiar voice call out,
"Hey, Trent, my man!"
"Hey, Mr. M." I turned around.
"Fall asleep in Daria's room again, son?"
I shrugged. "Guess so."
"Well now that you're here, whaddya say you and me play some dominoes? Whaddya
say, son?" He put his hand on my shoulder, and I frowned at it.
"Uh…"
"What's going on down there?"
I was saved by Daria's Sister, and by her yelling. When she caught sight of me, she looked
disappointed. "Oh. It's you again. God, Trent! Why don't you just live here!"
I shrugged.
"My bed's at my house."
"Come on, Trent. You hungry? I'll fix you something up."
I was tempted by Mr. M.'s offer. Sleeping makes you hungry, you know.
Then I heard Daria's Mom. "What's going on down there?"
"Trent fell asleep in Daria's room again." Daria's Sister was speaking
again.
"Well, god, if he's gonna do that, he might as well live here!
I could use the tax deduction!"
Mrs. M. was kind of pissed.
"That's what I said!" Daria's Sister giggled.
Why does she do that so much?
"Helen?" Mr. M. turned away from me, and I was free.
As I shut the door behind me, I shook my head.
Weird, weird family.