Daria- "What if the storm killed them all?"
I DO NOT OWN "Daria" AND PLEASE DONT KILL BE MTV
Chapter one-
Daria laid out on the plush love-seat in her Seattle apartment typing. She was 26 years old writing her third novel. She was in the middle of finding out how her main character will kill the Canadian mobster when her phone went off singing "Come as you are" By Nirvana.
"Trent." she thought as she reached for the phone.
"Hey Daria. Is it okay if I come up for a little while?"The deep voice from the other side of the line.
"Yea sure Trent" she answered "what time will you be up?"
The 33 year old thought for a moment as he searched for planes to Seattle. "Okay I can be there in about 7 hours if that's cool" he answered after finding a plane taking off in 2 hours
"Cool. Call me when you land. Bye" she said as she hung up.
Almost immediately after she sped to the closet to get the mop and broom.
After 3 hours of cleaning, She finally collapsed onto the couch in exhaustion.
"Damn" She thought "Now I have to get ready. And only 4 hours. I feel like Quin" She smirked in destitute. A short 3 and a half hours later she was waiting for Trent in the airport pub.
"Daria!" He exclaimed as he bear-hugged the petite frame.
"Good to see you Trent. Lets head home." She suggested as he picked up his suitcase.
"Sounds good" He replied.
After about a 10 minute car ride filled with worthless commentary the arrived at the apartment complex that towered Seattle.
"How's Janey doing in Asia?" Daria questioned due to the fact that Janes constantly traveling the world and lost her phone in Hong Kong.
"Last time I heard from Jane she had just painted 3 portraits or rich, fat Americans living in Asia." he replied in a complete dead-pan despite Daria's smirk.
"They must think that Asians need to eat more. Speaking of which, What would you like for dinner?" She questioned her guest.
"Dunno, But I bet we can find something in your cupboards." he said as she unlocked the door to the two room apartment.
An hour later the two where having fun, cooking, talking, catching up.
"How's the business doing?" Daria questioned
"Really good actually! I'm only 4 thousand away from opening another two city's over." Trent exclaimed. He owned two music stores in Lawndale. They also teach kids how to play Guitar and Piano.
"That's really awesome Trent. Did you know i used to play flute?"
Trent was now curious "You played flute?"
"Yeah, But i only knew "Pop goes the weasel". It was hell." She replied as she pulled a small roasted chicken out of the oven.
"Ha! I cannot imagine you playing the flute. You know i could-" He was interrupted buy loud beeping sounds in the two's phones.
HURRICANE WATCH IN SEATTLE AREA. CATEGORY 5. TAKE COVER NOW.
Almost imideantly the two ran up the stairs to the top floor of the apartment. The two felt the building being rained on as they ran into the apartment at the top floor. The door was open with about 30 other residance from the building not having time to drive next town over.
Daria and Trent huddled together inside a large bathtub in between a large muscular man and a skinny woman with a baby.
"Trent, I-I'm scared..." She wispered into his shoulder as she started to shed a few boiling tears as he held her very close.
Suddenly, they heard screams from other rooms, walls breaking, they felt them self falling. Trent held her as tight as he could as Daria silently sobbed as the apartment tumbled.
Please leave a comment! Its my first fan fiction. Chapter two coming soon!