Daria: College Pains The Sophomore Year

Episode 1: Summer Lull

Lindy sits at the Morgendorrfer home with Little Jake on her lap. "Your momma is going to be home soon. I hope with good news."

It was the second week of June and Helen had called earlier to let Lindy know she was bringing home important news on the lawsuit. She hadn't said if it was good or bad so Lindy had to sit and wait to find out.

Helen pulls in to the driveway and gets out of her vehicle with her suitcase.

Lindy meets her at the door with LJ. "So?"

"Calm down Lindy." Helen walks over to the kitchen and sets her suitcase down on the table. "I want to see LJ before I talk about work."

Lindy hands LJ to Helen and Helen snuggles with LJ cooing at him.

Lindy didn't know Helen that well. If Daria saw Helen doing this she would have been stunned. To Lindy it looked like any other mother would be with a baby.

Lindy waits a few minutes before asking again. "So?"

"Good news." Helen doesn't set LJ down as she walks out to the living room to sit down on the couch. "The record company doesn't want a lawsuit risking bad publicity or losing rights to the song since they've already printed out god knows how many CD's with it being the featured song. They're willing to settle."

"For how much?" Lindy's eyes would be dollar signs if it was a cartoon.

"I worked out a deal. The band will get fifty grand, plus full studio time to record one album, plus distribution through the record company and all promotional items covered. They will also offer an extension on any future albums depending on how the first one does." Helen smiles as she plays with LJ's toes. "And I of course made sure the law firm got a good cut out of the deal."

"Yes!" Lindy's shout upsets LJ and he starts to cry. "Oh, uh, sorry."

"Don't be. When you're a mother you learn to love it." Helen gets up from the couch and walks back to the kitchen. "When was he last fed?"

"Around five."

"So he should be ready for another bottle." Helen goes to the refrigerator and starts preparing a bottle.

"Um, Mrs. Morgendorffer, is it ok if I go and tell Trent the good news?"

"Of course Lindy. You two have fun." Lindy is all but a blur as she leaves the house for her car.

Lindy and Trent had been having problems lately. His song for Daria and attention he got at shows from other women made her feel insecure. All the help she had given him and the band made them bigger than they ever could be alone. She got them gigs out of state, on television, at other big concerts. She worked her ass off making them some thing more than a garage band. The downside of that was of course Trent got more attention and she was not dealing with it well.

She pulls in to Casa Lane's driveway and sees Daria's SUV. "She must be hanging out with Jane. She better be hanging out with Jane."

She gets to the door and goes in hearing Trent and Daria talking in the kitchen. She storms to the kitchen yelling before she even gets there. "What do you think you're doing?"

Daria is a little stunned by Lindy yelling. "Waiting for Jane and Andrea."

"Aren't you supposed to be leaving?"

"Tomorrow." Daria isn't sure why Lindy is being hostile. "The band is coming over tonight too. I'm supposed to stay and listen to some new song they're working on."

"Oh gah, that song?" Lindy turns to Trent. "Just couldn't wait could you?"

"If she's leaving tomorrow now would be the time to play it." Trent, and Daria, were both being their calm monotone selves which just made Lindy even angrier.

Jane and Andrea are coming down the stairs after hearing shouts. "What's going on down here?"

Daria answers first. "I'm not sure. Lindy is mad about some thing but I don't know what it is."

"Aaaa!" Lindy turns to Daria. "Leave Trent alone!" She then storms out of the room and up to Trent's room slamming the door behind her with out telling Trent about the news from Helen.

Daria blinks a couple times. "What just happened?" She looks over at Trent who shrugs his shoulders.

Jodie sits in her car nervous as she waits to see if Mack pulled up. She wasn't getting out of her car unless she knew he would come.

Mack sits in his car nervous with what he was about to do. He loved Jodie but being single had been a whole new life for him. He never thought it could be like how it was.

He gets out of his car and walks over to a tree. It was behind the middle school they had attended together.

Jodie sees him and get out of her car. "Mack."

"Jodie."

She walks over to him and stands under the tree with him. "You came."

"Of course I did." He leans down and kisses her. "But I'm not proposing." She feels her heart stop. "We're too young to be getting married. Why not worry about that after school?"

"You're breaking up with me?"

He shakes his head. "Of course not. I'm just saying lets leave the rings off. You'll be closer next semester so I'll be able to see you more."

Jodie smiles and gets up on her tip toes to kiss him again. "I love you."

"I love you too." The two continue to kiss under the tree.

That night, down in the basement of Casa Lane, Daria, Jane, and Andrea are treated to a new Mystic Spiral song. "I want a girl with a mind like magic, I want a girl who knows what's best, I want a girl with boots that kick ass, and eyes that show the rest. I want a girl who's quick and sharp as a tack. A girl who isn't afraid to snark back. A girl who goes around picking up the slack."

Daria realizes this girl Trent was describing was sounding familiar... "I want a girl with a short skirt and a long, green, jacket."

Daria immediately blushes.

The song continues and when the band finishes, Jane applauds. "Thanks Trent! That was perfect!"

"You're welcome Janey."

Jane turns to Daria. "What did you think?"

Daria looks between the two. "Uh, thanks?"

"It's for your birthday. I didn't know what to get you so I asked Trent to write a song. I helped a little with the lyrics but the band did the rest."

Daria glares. "You wrote the song?"

"Part of it. Trent and the others did most of it. I wanted it to be about you so I gave them words that described you. I didn't think they'd be so literal with the outfit."

Andrea laughs a little. "Daria thinks either you or your brother wrote her a I want you song."

Jane laughs a lot. "I didn't tell Trent how to use the words I just gave him the words."

Daria looks at Trent who was talking with the other members of the band oblivious to her stare or blush. "I think I know why Lindy was so mad now. You realize it probably sounds like a, uh, song for me from Trent."

Jane rolls her eyes. "I'm sure my brother told her I asked him to write you a song."

Across town, at the Zon, Lindy is downing beer after beer. "She's just a kid." She downs a beer and slams the empty bottle on the counter.

The bar tender comes over. "Hey Lindy, how about a coffee?"

"Why? You calling me drunk?"

"No, I just think you need a break from the beer." He hands her a coffee. "What's wrong?"

"Trent wrote a freaking love song for another girl."

"Daria?" Lindy almost throws the cup of coffee at the bartender. "Whoa, calm down. It wasn't a love song. At least, not from Trent. His little sister asked him to write a song for Daria for her birthday."

Lindy sets the coffee down after hearing this. "He tried to tell me." She pounds a fist on the counter. "I have to stop being so damn jealous." It was one of the traits she had gotten from her mother. A trait she hated. "I need a taxi."

"Finish your coffee while I call one. Trent's?" Lindy nods. "I'll let you know when they get here."

Back at Casa Lane, Daria is getting in to her SUV with Jane behind her.

Before Daria closes her door, Jane steps in the way. "Daria, before you go, just know I swear I didn't know he was using the words I gave him to make a love song. I was not writing you a love song. If I wanted to get under your skirt I'd be more upfront about it." Jane smirks as she sees Daria's reaction.

Daria didn't blush or glare. She just smiled a little. "Thanks. That way I can use my boots to kick your ass faster."

Jane's smirk turns in to a smile. "How come the least little mention of a guy digging you your face turns red but any thing about me or another girl and you just ignore it."

"Because I don't like girls. I don't think about that."

"So, do you think about Trent?" Daria blushes a little. No where near as bad as she used to and there was no threat of the rash. "I'll take that as a yes."

"No. Not any more."

"So? Conner? Or the other guy, what was his name?"

"Russel." Daria smiles a little. "I am worried about work and paying for my share of the house but I am thinking more about stuff outside of that."

The two continue to talk when a taxi pulls up. Lindy stumbles out of it and throws a twenty at the driver.

Jane goes over to Lindy and catches her before she falls on the driveway.

Daria is a little nervous but decides to help as well.

She leaves her SUV and gets on the other side of Lindy to help Jane get her to the house.

Inside, Jane and Daria dump her on the couch. Daria wants to leave but Lindy grabs her arm. "You," Daria doesn't respond. "Sorry. I yelled at you. I shouldn't have," Lindy turns and pukes on the carpet barely missing Daria's boots.

Jane leaves to grab some rags. "Jealous, too damn jealous. I hate my mom." Lindy leans back on the couch and lets Daria's arm go. "I hope you liked Jane's song. She must really like you. I heard Andrea bitch about it before. She's cool too."

Daria is feeling uncomfortable now. "Uh, yes, yes she is."

Lindy leans forward and grabs Daria's arm again. "Just stay away from Trent. I like him, a lot. He listens to me. He's not an asshole. He's better than I am. I'm not used to that. I get why you like him but he's mine." Lindy mumbles a few other things that Daria can barely make out.

"No problem. I'll be going to Boston tomorrow. I won't be back until the holidays."

"You're a cool kid." Lindy laughs as Jane comes back in.

Jane had been worried leaving Daria with Lindy. To hear Lindy laugh was a little more worrisome. "Did she puke again?"

"No, but I need to get going." Daria is able to free her arm. As she walks to the door she stops and turns back to Jane. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes you will. Maybe you'll be wearing your short skirt and long green jacket."

Daria doesn't reply as she leaves Casa Lane.

Lindsey is on the phone with Skaz. "I know, I miss you too. How's Portland?"

"The same as always. Never too warm or cold. Not big enough to be like Boston but not small enough to be considered a village."

"It sounds awesome from what you've told me. I'd love to see it one day."

After a few seconds of silence, Skaz replies. "Thanksgiving? I know you didn't go home for it last year. If you don't again then maybe you could come with me?"

"I'd love too but I don't want to like, be a burden or any thing, on your family."

"Trust me, you won't. I'll ask to make sure it is ok but I'm sure it will be."

"That would be great. You're the best babe."

"I try to be."

Daria wakes up the next morning and goes down stairs to see her sister at the kitchen table. "Why are you up so early?"

"I wanted to talk."

Daria sits at the table. "About?"

"College. I'm still so nervous. What if I can't make new friends? What if no one likes me?"

Daria ignores the newspaper she'd normally be reading. "You attract people like a moth to the front porch light."

Quinn crosses her hands on the table fidgeting with a bracelet. "I know but I don't want to attract the same people I attracted here. I want a boyfriend who likes me not my clothes or my boobs."

"You've finally realized your boobs aren't your best feature?"

Quinn rolls her eyes. "My hair is my best feature."

"Guys don't notice hair."

"Some guys do. I'm sure the guys you date would notice. You have really good hair. If you used a little product and had it done you'd be almost as cute as me."

"Why would I want to be as cute as you? I don't want guys to like me because of my looks."

"Gah Daria, learn to take a compliment. Looking good is for yourself not boys."

"I don't think plucking my eyebrows is for me."

"I don't pluck my eyebrows! Even if I did, don't you shave your armpits and legs? It's the same thing just eyebrows."

Daria starts to get annoyed. "How did this become about me? I'm already in college and doing well. You're the one freaking out about it."

Quinn bites her lower lip. "I know. I want to get a job but I don't want it to interfere with school. I like working at Axl's. Do you think I could get a job like that in Miami?"

"I'm sure there are plenty of tattoo and piercing places in Miami." Daria sees the look on Quinn's face. "You're scared of moving out."

"Weren't you?"

"A little nervous but not scared. I was ready to move and wanted to get to Boston. I missed home but I was glad I was in Boston."

Quinn continues to play with her bracelet. "I've lived with mom and dad my whole life. I've always had them. When I went over on the credit card or needed a new outfit for a date they were there."

Daria thinks of the checks her parents sent her. "Mom and dad will help. Just not as much."

Quinn leans over the table and rests her head on her arms. "Why can't I be like Stacy? She doesn't even need her helmet on to be kick ass."

Daria doesn't get what Quinn means exactly but continues to try and help her sister. "You'll do better than you think. You realize college is different from high school. You won't step on campus clueless like others will. You're smart or they wouldn't have taken you."

Quinn looks up from her arms. "They care more about if I'm able to pay for it than my brains."

"Colleges aren't guys. They do care if you're smart. Some do any ways. Miami is one of them."

Helen comes down the stairs with LJ and goes to the counter to grab a bottle. "Hello girls. What time do you work today, Quinn?"

Quinn perked up immediately. "I don't. I'm going to Stacy's later. She has an interview tonight and wants me to help with her makeup and hair."

Helen rocks LJ as the milk warms for the bottle. "When do you leave today, Daria?"

"Later. Probably around eight after rush hour is long over."

"Isn't leaving at night what caused you to break your glasses last time?"

Daria sighs heavily. "Yes. It won't happen this time. I wear my contacts when I drive."

"You should wear them more! You hide behind your glasses Daria."

Daria glares at Quinn. "I don't hide behind them. They're just there to keep unwanted people out. The ones who matter make it through."

Quinn gives Daria a sly smile. "Like Conner?"

Daria is a little surprised. "How did you hear about him?"

"Jane. I was hanging out with Lindy. Jane saw me and we started talking about your little coffee and study dates with Conner."

"It wasn't a date. Nothing happened." Daria smirks. "Yet."

Daria had spent the week at home debating. She liked Conner and Russel both. Both were smart, charming, made her laugh as much as any one could, and she admitted their looks interested her as well.

Conner helped her with choosing a new course for her. He had tried to ask her out but she shot him down the first time because she was dating Luke. He tried again after the break up but she rejected him again. When he needed help studying, he turned to her, showing he recognized her for her brain and not in a negative way. He still flirted with her even after what happened before.

Russel was interesting to talk with. He liked video games like she did and was even going to school for it. He was more muscular than she normally liked but she wasn't shallow enough to let that turn her off from the idea of dating him. Most women would see that as a plus. She was just neutral to it. His darker skin was different and was some thing she never thought she'd find it as attractive as she did.

She thought about how easy it would be to date Conner. Same school, same job, lots of time together. She hadn't wanted that before with Tom but with Luke... She made sure to find time to spend with him. If she went to the same school as some one it would be easier to find time.

But she didn't want just ease of dating to be a reason for dating some one. In fact, that Russel had to struggle to find free time and when he did he spent it with her made her like him more.

All that debating left her with a headache and a choice. She was nervous about losing some one she liked if they didn't want to remain friends. If that happened, well, then she'd lose him.

Quinn's moment of break down having passed, she gets up from the table and goes up to her room to get ready for Stacy's.

Jodie and Mack are snuggling together on his bed. "When do your parents get back?"

He snuggles a little closer to her. "Don't worry. They don't care. They know we're adults."

She turns over so she can face him. "I do." The two start to kiss when they hear a car pull in to the driveway. "No round three today." Jodie gets out of bed and starts grabbing her clothes.

Mack watches her get dressed before getting his own clothes.

Mack and Jodie meet his parents downstairs. "Hello Jodie, how are you doing?"

"Well Mrs. Mackenzie. What were you doing today?"

"Mack's father and I were busy down at the store. They had some new deals on tools and he just couldn't stay away." She nudges her husband in the side with her elbow.

He laughs. "I need to start stocking up for my own business. Right Michael?"

"With an NFL contract you won't need to budget shop for your tool store on wheels." He sees three bags on the kitchen counter. "Have any more bags?" His mother nods. "I'll help."

"Thank you dear. I knew having a big strong boy would come in handy one day." He goes out to the car with his father to get the rest of the groceries.

Jodie is alone with his mother. "So Jodie, it is good to see you, but I don't see a ring."

Jodie subconsciously puts her hand behind her back. "No. We decided that we're too young to be engaged. We're in college and should be worried about school or football not wedding dresses and flower arrangements."

Mrs. Mackenzie smiles. "Good. You two make a great couple. I was a little sore that you said no when he proposed but I can see your reasoning. Just don't make me a grandmother yet."

Jodie's eyes go wide. "I, uh, we're,"

"Not doing that? I see how your hair is."

Jodie tries to fix her hair with her hands. "No, I meant, we're safe."

Mrs. Mackenzie laughs. "Good. You two are adults and can make your own choices and I'm glad you're making the right ones."

"Thanks." Jodie feels the uncomfortable air of embarrassment evaporate when Mack and his father come back in with bags of groceries.

Stacy is in a room with a couple officials from NARCA. "I thought I was doing an interview." She was a little nervous.

One of the officials, an older white gentleman with thin white hair smiles. "You will after this little meeting. Don't worry, you're not in trouble. We're here to talk with you, that's all."

It doesn't calm Stacy's nerves. "Shouldn't my daddy be here?"

The other official, a younger man with thick brown hair, shakes his head. "You're fine Stacy. We're here to let you know that we support you."

"Support me?"

The older official nods. "Just because you are a girl doesn't mean you can't be a driver. If other owners and drivers have a problem with that then they have a problem."

The younger official continues. "We also want to give you some ground rules." He clears his throat as he picks up a piece of paper. "You have been involved in a couple of fights."

"They hit me first!"

"Yes, they did. Keep that up. Let them hit or push you first. After that you can go to town on them in self defense. Never strike first. If they are yelling and screaming and in your face but don't touch you make sure you don't hit them."

The older official opens up a briefcase and pulls out a pile of letters. "Also, please ignore any idiots in the stands. You have a lot of fans." He pushes the pile of letters over to Stacy.

She picks the top one up and reads it. "I get fan mail?"

The younger official continues. "You have a lot of fans who support you. We also support you. We still want you to do an interview with our media consultant if you have the time."

"I do! This is why I came in today."

All three stand up and they shake her hand.

After Stacy leaves for her interview the two officials sit back down at the table.

The younger official picks up the pile of fan mail. "King Racing is grooming her for next year. We have a dozen or so races left to exploit her marketability."

"The older man clears his throat and coughs. "We can't be rigging races."

The younger official pushes away from the table. "Dad, our ratings are up, our sales are up, we haven't been this popular in decades. Women love her. We're hitting an untapped resource in the sports community. Football, baseball, basketball, none of them have this chance. You'll never see a female pitcher for the Yanks or a female quarterback for the Ravens. We are the only major sport where a woman can compete with the men and win. We're not the WNBA or softball, we have national exposure. If she wins a couple more races or god forbid the championship? We'll sell every thing."

"Calm down. We need to start looking for more female racers. If we had a couple more it would draw more attention. See if you can't find a black one."

"African American. Dad, ok, so don't rig the races just, fudge a caution here or there when she needs one. Maybe be a little more lenient when it comes to handing out punishments like we already did."

"Why do you think the girl isn't in trouble? She about put that boy in the hospital. Any one else would have been facing at least a one race suspension. I know she's good for business but I'm not rigging any thing. This isn't wrasslin or boxing."

"I'd kill for their ratings and money. If we were ASCRA we might not need it but NARCA bled more money than a stuck pig the past three years. This is the first time we've seen a profit since nineteen ninety seven." The older man grumbles some thing. "Ok, we can look for other female drivers. I'll have scouts go to local tracks and see if we can't find one who can race but would also look good in Sports Illustrated Swim Suit issue."

"Now that's an idea! When does that come out any ways?"

The two continue to talk not realizing they had another ear listening in.

Quinn had been kept outside and was curious about what was going on. She never thought she'd hear about NARCA contemplating rigging races for Stacy. She was glad the one official was against it and hoped they didn't. Stacy was good enough she didn't need races to be rigged.

Daria and Jane pull in to Boston early in the morning.

The two stop at a diner for breakfast. "Our last day in the dorms." Jane pokes at her eggs. "I'll like having my own room but I'll miss Paige."

"I'll miss Lindsey. Some times."

Jane laughs lightly. "You wanted to kill her that first month."

"I've wanted to kill Quinn too but I never did." Daria picks up a piece of toast and picks it apart with her fingers. "How long have you been thinking about living together?" Jane shrugs her shoulders. "I've been expecting it since you told me you got in to Raft."

"I guess I did too. I thought about an art commune but after the one a couple summers ago I can't go back."

"Why not? You might have more fun this time now that you're, well, I wouldn't say out just not, in."

Jane leans back in the bench like seat she was sitting on. "I don't like girls, or guys. I like a certain personality. If some one has it then I like them." She looks Daria in the contact wearing eyes. "Even if they wear a short skirt and long green jacket." Daria doesn't respond as she stabs a sausage link with her fork. "I still can't believe they went so literal."

Now Daria responds. "Shakespeare they aren't."

"Shakespeare never got a record deal."

Daria was still surprised by the news. She never thought of Mystic Spiral as more than a garage band that would play around Lawndale. Seeing them perform in Boston and hearing of their other performances still didn't seem real. "Lindy is good for them."

"She's great for them. My brother never would have gotten off his ass and done any thing about his song being stolen."

"Now they'll," Daria stops as she hears a very familiar voice. No, two voices.

Voices she heard in nightmares. Maybe she had fallen asleep at the wheel and crashed. That would be preferable to what she thought was happening.

Two booths away two men with large heads sit. "Yeah, D.C. Was cool. Giant Clinton penis statue was awesome."

"Heh heh, I think that was there before Clinton, Butthead."

"Then whose penis is it, Beavis?"

"Uh, the one dude, the guy with the white wig."

"Oh yeah, him."

Jane notices Daria sink in her seat. "What are you doing?"

"Shh."

"Daria, what are you doing?"

"Don't say my name too loud."

The man closest to her booth turns his head. "Hey, Beavis, I think I just heard diarrhea."

"Cha cha cha!"

Daria hears this and lowers even more in to her seat. "Jane, kill me, please."

"Daria, what?"

Jane looks up and sees two guys walking over. Neither one appealed to her. They looked dirty, their shirts unwashed, and when they see Daria she gets a vibe she really doesn't like off of them.

"Hey, diarrhea!"

"I thought she died."

"No Beavis, she moved. Like, years ago."

"She got hot! Heh heh."

Daria grabs the seat with her hands and squeezes tightly trying to stay calm. "Beavis, Butthead, long time no see. For a reason."

"Whoa, where did your glasses go?" Beavis leans in a little too close and Daria backs away.

"I use contacts, some times."

Jane sees how uncomfortable Daria is. "Who are you?" Jane had never seen them before and Daria had never mentioned them before.

"Heh heh, you're hot too."

Butthead punches Beavis in the arm. "I call dibs on diarrhea."

A waitress sees the situation and walks over. "Are these two bothering you ladies?"

"Yes." Highland was flooding back to Daria. How much she hated it and these two specifically.

The waitress turns to Beavis and Butthead. "Would you two please go back to your booth? I'd hate to have to call the cops."

"Heh heh, they never got our television back." The two walk off leaving all three ladies confused by Beavis's last statement.

Daria and Jane talk about the two boys as they wait for them to leave before going out to their cars. "I'd say they couldn't have been that bad but I dealt with them for less than five minutes. I can't imagine spending years with them." Jane was glad she had met them though. It made Daria open up about Highland and her time before Lawndale.

Daria shakes her head as she leans on her vehicle. "I liked them, at a distance. Insulting them was about as close as I could come to as actual conversation."

"Did they realize you were insulting them?" Daria shakes her head. "Ever think we're the mean ones?"

Daria gives her a confused looke. "What?"

"Remember at the mart of darkness when Andrea ran away? Afraid we'd make fun of her? We made fun of Kevin and Brittany, a lot. And the Fashion Club. And others. Just because some of them didn't understand we were insulting them doesn't mean it was ok."

"If, they, if they didn't give us a reason..."

Jane cuts her off. "Like weight? Or having glasses? Or being the loner artist who was better with a paintbrush than another person? At least when Kevin or Brittany insulted us they didn't know they were. Hell, they thought they were complimenting us half the time."

Daria glares at Jane. "You can choose to be stupid. Look at my sister. She acted like a vapid idiot before deciding she wanted to have a brain."

"She acted like one. I don't think Kevin was acting. Too many blows to the head." Daria starts to bite back when Jane cuts her off again. "I get why you did it but, in Lawndale, what if you had started there? With out those two, things, turning you off from humans in general?"

"I already was. You're starting to sound like my mom."

Jane smirks. "So? She's a hot show lawyer with a pretty good family. She may not always be there but at least she tries. You got to see her even if you didn't want to."

"Are you comparing my family to yours?"

Jane moves her right hand behind her and scratches the back of her neck. "Maybe. I got to see Trent who I love but I might have liked seeing some one else. Telling them about school. See if any one else cares."

"It sounds like you're homesick for a home that doesn't exist."

"Maybe." Jane lowers her arm. "Going to college didn't feel real. A Lane going to college? If I get an apartment, or a house, in Boston then I've really moved on. It makes me look back on school and wonder what I could have done differently. Maybe make friends with Andrea earlier. Or focus on my grades or running more. Not let an asshole or a bitch of a coach turn me off from it."

"Hind sight is 20/20." Daria ignored the past as best she could. Few things from it were good and what was good from the past she had in the present. "Would have helped pay for college if you got a track scholarship."

Jane yawns. "I wouldn't be going to BFAC then. No track team. I wouldn't be getting an apartment with my best friend."

"I'm nervous too. I was ready to move to Boston. I wanted to live where I wanted to for once not where my parents took me." Daria yawns again. "I don't think there is enough coffee in the world to keep my going."

Jane yawns. "We have to. Get to our dorms, pack up, and get to the house before noon."

"All on no sleep."

Jane turns towards her car. "See you there." She yawns again. "I hope the floor is comfy. I don't think I'll have the time or energy to set up my cot."

Jane and Daria would get real beds, later. For now they would be sleeping on cots as would Mary and Amalia. Once they moved in. Later, after the Sun had come up.

A/N Summer! So I guess technically not Sophomore year. But they are both taking summer classes. Jane so she can catch up and Daria so she can cover the new courses she'll need for a degree in journalism. Got to see more of Lindy, Stacy, Quinn, Mack, and Jodie as well. So much happened. The record company that stole the song settled out of court. How well will a fully produced Mystic Spiral CD be received? What songs will be on it? We get to hear the special song for Daria which is a variation of Short Skirt/Long Jacket by Cake. Heard the song on iHeart Radio and just knew it must be used. It fit Daria too well not to be. And a special appearance by Beavis and Butthead! Just a quick cameo, a one shot deal, with mention to their trip to D.C. It also gave Jane some insight in to Daria and some reflections and emotion from both about moving in together and their time in Lawndale.