AUTHOR'S NOTE: hello. Sorry I'm a pieces of trash who never updates. This will be an ongoing fic. Some JanexDaria always helps when I'm sad. Enjoy!
Jane swore as the red paint dripped toward the bottom of the canvas. "Stupid paint. Not doing what I want it do." Daria appeared in the doorway.
"So Jane Lane isn't a talented as we assumed." she droned monotonously.
"My psychic manipulation powers must be fading. Especially considering you still want to spend time with me after that whole Tom fiasco. I did will an imaginary restraining order on you, missy." Jane raised her eyebrow and pursed her lips as she smudged the paint while trying to wipe it away.
"I'm sorry! I've said it a million times. I know I fucked up. I'm an idiot. It just happened and I didn't even realize until after."
"Whatever. Are you actually here for something?" Jane questioned, obviously eager for her former-friend to leave.
"Listen. I seriously want to make this up to you. How about we get some pizza. I heard there's a Sick Sad World marathon on tonight and maybe we could watch it at my house." Daria looked tired, and Jane knew that Daria didn't really have anyone else. She felt bad, but Daria really hurt her.
"Fine. I'll get pizza with you, but that marathon is still to be decided." Daria's eyes lit up, which was rare, in fact Jane was one of the only people who could bring that out in her.
"I'll pay for all of it. I'm the one who dragged you here anyways."
Jane nodded as she poked her pizza, contemplating the situation. "I'll watch the marathon with you. As long as we don't talk about this big mess for the rest of the night."
Once again Daria's emotional shell just barely cracked and she smirked. Jane couldn't help but smile either.
