Lies Lies
Lies
by Erin Griffin
Rating PG
Fandom: Daria
Pairing:
Tiffany/Jane (unrequited)
Summary: Tiffany thinks about what true
beauty is to her, and who she
is. (This story is sort of
everywhere, but you can't expect much more
form two in the
morning.)
Author's Note: You know, wasn't there an episode where
the
Morgandorfers (except Quin) went somewhere, and Quin got into
a fight
with all of the Fashion Club or something, and the only
place she
could stay at was Jane's house? If so, was any Jane/Quin
femslash
created because of that episode? If no, why the hell
not?
"Oh, you're so much better looking than Quin,"
I told Sandy after
Home Ec., right before we met up with Stacy and
Quin at lunch. Who
cares if I told Quin BEFORE Home Ec that SHE
was better looking? I was
lying to both of them. They wouldn't
know true beauty if it came with
a free facial scrub. They didn't
know that true beauty lies within,
and I have seen it. It was a
fleeting glance, a chance look into the
art room where non of us
Fashion Club members dared go (too geeky and
benieth us). She was
there. Quin's cousin or whatever was there with
her friend. I
think her name was Jan or something. I wish I knew for
sure. What
I saw on that canvas in front of her was her soul, I knew
it, and
I felt every fiber of my being drawn to it, to her. I couldn't
tell
anyone else that, not even Stacy, who knew I sometimes liked
other
girls. At least she kept that a secret, but for how long? If
Sandy
and or Quin told her that she'd make her their one and only
best
friend, she would sell me out for the opperatunity. It's
realizations
like these that make me wonder why I am even in the
fashion club. I
know my role, I guess. I know no other. I've seen
how people seen as
beneath us- even people seen as so called
'equals' to the Fashion
Club- get treated. I am chopped liver as
it is. I don't have anything
to contibute to society. As it was,
it was pure luck I got invited
into the Fashion Club to begin
with. Sandy had only two people at the
time, and I was wearing a
top that she wanted at the mall. I got it
for Christmas, but it
wasn't my style, really, but my cousin Mai (who
is now twenty),
said it was what everyone was wearing. In my opinion,
that was why
I didn't like it. Anyway, Sandy saw it, said she was
surprised to
see a band geek with style, and told me I was in, whether
I wanted
to be or not. I had to beg for Stacy, my only best friend
then, to
join with me. Relutantly they let her in after I coached
Stacy on
fashion and taught her what it too to pass Sandy's test, and
she's
been at her beck and call ever since. Me too, I shamefully
admit.
Still, I might backstab to the both of them, but I know I
will never
see anything beneath the make up that I don't already
see. There is no
depth to any of them, not even on Stacy, sorry
Stace. I thought I was
being a good friend in bringing you with me
into the Fashion Club, but
maybe it was the worst thing I could
have done for either of us.
Anyway, I still go there, to the art
room when I am done touching up
my eyeliner and hair and the rest
of the girls take a little longer.
That is when I am thankful for
a 'geek port' so close to the fashion
club's fave bathroom. I
think she's seen me once or twice. I saw her
look at me from
across the cafeteria once, and I swear she was asking
me why I was
there at that table with them. It was almost as if she
knew I
didn't fit there. If not there, then where did I fit? I'd
mocked
everyone else. No one would ever let me at their table ever
again.
I would have to be a true loner, and not the kind that hangs
out
with all the other loners. I mean true to the book, hang out in
the
library loner. I never thought I would even think this, but I
was
better off as a band geek. At least then I knew who the hell I
was.