Rich Girl
by Erin Griffin
Rating: PG, borderline PG-13 because Jane likes the word 'ass'.
Fandom: Daria
Pairing: Daria/Jane
Summary: If Jane was a rich girl...
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I don't even own Gwen Stefani's CD. This is
just further proof that I have no night life.
Author's Note: Don't ask... Please, just don't ask and enjoy the fic.

Jane: singing If I was a rich girl, la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la-!

Daria: Jane! You're not rich, and sometimes I don't even think you're
a girl, so stop singing.

Jane: Harsh. (Pause) So, if you don't think I'm a girl... you wanna go
on a date sometime?

Daria: I said 'SOMETIMES I don't think you're a girl'. The rest of the
time, I'm very aware that you're female.

Jane: eyebrow raise Are ya' now? So you been checkin' me out or
something?

Daria: Jane...

Jane: Come on, Daria, if you've been checkin' out my ass, I've got to
know. If I've been checking out your ass I'd let you know if you asked me.

Daria: Um... HAVE you been checking out my ass, Jane?

Jane: Hell yes, I've been checking out your ass. You've got a mighty
fine ass if I do say so myself.

Daria: You're kidding.

Jane: You wish I was.

Daria: Well... blush Uh, so- cough even if you weren't a girl,
there's still the fact that you're not rich. What kind of date could
we go on if you're broke?

Jane: I may not be Bill freakin' Gates, but I think I can scrounge up
some cash for a pizza. Either that or ask Trent like I usually do. I
already owe him like a thousand bucks, what's twenty more?

Daria: ...

Jane: You know, the fact that you haven't flat out said no has me
intrigued.

Daria: I don't know, it's not everyday my female best friend asks me
out on a date in the middle of a sugar high. I thought you were joking.

Jane: Who says I'm in the middle of a sugar high? I haven't eaten
anything with sugar in it all day. Anyway, at first I was joking, but
you've been really quiet about my 'checking me out' question.

Daria: Once or twice, alright?

Jane: I knew it. (Long pause) So?

Daria: So what?

Jane: So do I get that date or what?

Daria: You're serious?

Jane: As Mr. O'Niel's sensitivity training.

Daria: ...

Jane: YES, I'm serious.

Daria: blush Uh, okay. One date couldn't hurt.

Jane: Alright!

Daria: Okay.

Jane: Cool.

Daria: ... Yeah.

Jane: (Long pause) So, since you've been oggling my bod, which side is
better, my left or my right?

Daria: Shut up, Jane, and you don't care.

Jane: Come on, Daria-

Daria: Your left, okay?! Can we change the subject now?!

Jane: laughter

End