Is It Graduation Yet?
Chapter One
Disclaimer: I do not own Daria, I do not own any of the characters actually. Don't Sue!! :D
The leaves on the tree changed from a vivid green into an oh so subtle shade of brown, the months went from June, through a hot July, into a slightly muggy August, into what is now a slightly more chilly September.3 Days and she'd be at Raft. High school was always such a drag, but she could only think to herself 'More people to harass and disdain my existence'. With that thought, she threw the last of her socks into a large suitcase along with the rest of her slightly drab wardrobe, and rolled it from her room, shutting the door on the life she had once known and felt comfortable with. Without Jane or Tom, or even her nutcase sister, Daria didn't feel all too comfortable leaving the familiar to the outskirts of unknown territory.
Step by step she made it down the stairs into the foyer where her mother and father waited anxiously to say goodbye. Helen of course was about to leave for one of her all night meetings at the office with Eric. Jake was nearing tears thinking about Daria's leave, and wouldn't stop talking about his own childhood and how his father had put him through military "Damn Recruiters!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. Niether Daria or Helen budged; they were no longer shocked by his outrageous outbursts of his childhood. Daria decided to stay at Jane's for the rest of the time in town. Her parents would be fine hearing all about how Sandi wore the pink flip flops with a yellow tank top instead of the orange ones, which obviously both clashed, but the orange wasn't such an eye sore. Intriguing for sure, but Daria believed she could live without Quinn's fashion advice and hearing her giggle from time to time on the phone with one of her many suitors. Plus, Trent was taking Daria and Jane to their respected colleges. Daria, going to Raft, and Jane going to BFAC, she often wondered if the tank was honestly going to make it to Boston.
"Call when you leave for Boston okay sweetie", her mother said in a voice anxious to have her eldest daughter out of the house it seemed.
"Are you sure you don't want to stick around here kiddo? Those damn teachers will get to your head and you'll be completely screwed up for the rest of your life, do you really want that Daria? Do you? DO YOU!?" Jake exclaimed, obviously still living in the moment of over 25 years ago.
"I'm fine, other then the extreme vandalism, stealing cars and robbing banks, I should have no trouble getting adjusted." Daria spoke, words dripping with her oh so familiar scent of sarcasm.
"Well that's good dear", Helen spoke, obviously ignoring the sarcasm that she had grown accustomed to in the past 18 years, staring at her phone willing it to ring so she could get to work, and do something that she'd often neglect the family for. As if on cue, the phone rings.
"Oh Hi Eric…. Yes…..Oh god….Alright…. No problem, I'll keep up for days finishing this case, you can count on Me.", without even a goodbye, she hung the phone up, grabbed her suitcase and headed towards the door.
"Big case, have to get to work, have a nice time at Jane's Daria." She spoke in such a tone that only rodents could possible hear. Daria shrugged and picked up her things and walked to the familiar house that she had spent most of the summer at anyway. She approached the door and a tall lanky figure answered.
"Hey Daria." Trent said in his sultry deep voice. A voice that normally would have brought a hot red warmth to Daria's cheeks, but she'd spent so much time with him this summer getting to know him more and more when Jane was out, it was just something of normal for her to hear.
"Hey Trent, Jane home?" she spoke in her normal past monotone voice. The tall lanky figure looked behind him and then back at Daria, it seemed that he was contemplating telling her the answer.
"Maybe. If she is, she'd be in her room." With that, he opened the door farther so Daria could step inside with her overly packed suitcases, and she headed upstairs to Jane's room.
"They're green, they don't talk English, but that doesn't make them amazing surgeons! Alien Doctors, next on Sick, Sad World." Came the narrorator to the show that had possessed both Jane and Daria since she had moved here. Daria walked into the room to find that the narrorator was going to be the only one talking, Jane was missing.
"Oh Yeah, I forgot." Came a voice from the hallway, Trent appeared as if out of no where. "She's with that guy… uhm… Well that guy." He said.
"Oh, that one." Daria said, actually knowing that he was talking about Mitch. A boy she had ran into at the Art supplies store, and had been seeing almost everyday since then.
"You wanna watch some TV in my room until she gets back?" Trent offered. In his mind the past few months had been exceptional. He was getting to know the girl that always seemed to hide behind bitter sarcasm and a defense shield that nobody could break. He'd heard about what her life was like before she moved to Lawndale, it honestly wasn't much different than what it was like when she had moved here.
The stories revolved around Quinn and her friends mostly. They made Trent smile and think what it would have been like to know her before he did. It made him think that Daria was an actual person with an actual life that she left behind. Instead of this cynical woman who appeared out of no where.
"Sure." She mumbled. Always a little awkward between them. Even when they used to stay up waiting for Jane, nights after nights talking about life before Daria moved. She enjoyed those nights more than anything. After breaking up with Tom, she had decided that maybe the whole relationship thing wasn't really her forte, but somewhere in the back of her mind she still pictured what it would be like if she did date Trent.
Walking into Trent's room was like entering a warzone. Clothes disheveled on the floor and the bed. Cups and plates stacked on the TV dresser as if he was meaning to move them to the kitchen eventually, but really never got around to it. But to Daria, it was okay, she had been in Trent's room plenty of times since the summer had begun, and she had gotten quite accustomed to the musky week old pizza smell that loomed in the air. Trent tossed the remote at Daria, willing her to find something to watch, of course she chose the same show she'd watched everyday and was intrigued by the Alien doctors, who wouldn't be?
"Jane's brainwashed you with this show", Trent spoke, with a sly smile on his face.
"Actually, I think the show's brainwashed me in itself." She said, Trent laugh-coughed slightly and motioned for her to sit down on the bed.
"It's a little messy, but nothing dangerous, I killed the last mouse a couple days ago." Trent spoke. Daria could only hope that it was a joke.
"Wow, and the cockroaches?" She said, Trent shrugged and moved a pile of t shirts from the bed unto the floor. Daria stepped cautiously across his floor and sat down next to Trent. The tension that was normally there when they had first met, came back with a vengeance. Only the sound of the TV separated the thickness of the air.
"So, has Janey told you much about this guy?"
"Nothing imparticular, we're not so great at girl talk. Normally I ask how her night went and she shrugs and picks up another slice. We then begin to talk about world domination."
"Oh. That's cool Daria."
"Mhm. Very."
Yet again. Silence overcame them. Trent looked away from the TV and to Daria. She wasn't a blonde with a huge rack who went everywhere dressed in clothes that surely belonged to dolls. And he believed that's why he found her so attractive. Not only did he find her appearance attractive, he believed that she was truly genuine, and one of the coolest high schoolers he'd ever met. Sometime between the graduation of his sister and her best friend, and the current, he'd realized that the feelings in the pit of his stomach weren't week old pizza nausea, not even stage jitters anymore. They were a completely new feeling. Sure he had girlfriends, but none of them gave him this flutter that he was experiencing now. It was a fact that he had fallen for Daria.
Okayyy. So it's my first Daria Fic, but I really enjoy the show, and I wish upon anything that Daria and Trent get together. Unfortunately that will never happen, but when I write it can! Hehe. Well Review this and let me know what you think, be critical, I can handle it :D
