Twilight in the Dariaverse
"Oh Sandi!" Quinn cooed happily as she and the Fashion Club sat around in a circle in her room, "You're reading Twilight!"
"Of course I am," Sandi answered with a snooty sniff, "After all it's like, about being beautiful and perfect for like, ever! And the brains hate it, so for a book it must be good!"
"Yeeeaaahhhh..." Tiffany droned in sycophantic support.
"Can I borrow it after you're finished Sandi?" Stacy chirped happily.
Sandi thought that over, "No Stacy dear, you need to buy your own copy."
"Ok!" Stacy wheezed, flipping to borderline sadness and panic in one punch.
Unbeknownst to the Fashion Club, the door to Quinn's room was open just by a tiny crack and two figures had been listening in.
"Wow," Jane mumbled, "I never thought I'd see a book that the Fashion Drones would like."
"I know," Daria said with a shudder, "Now give me my twenty."
Jane grumbled but handed over the offending note and asked, "What are you going to buy with your new moola Daria?"
Daria thought that through, "I'm buying a copy of Twilight."
"What?!"
"I'm buying my own copy of Twilight," Daria repeated for her benefit, "Because like the Fashion Club reading, I never thought I'd see a book that I would genuinely want to burn."
In that moment Jane couldn't see Daria's eyes through her glasses due to the light, which along with her flat expression made for a truly terrifying vestige.
"I hope Stephenie Meyer has a good security detail." Jane thought to herself, almost pitying the fat Mormon housewife who had turned a wet dream into fap material for idiots like the Fashion Club.
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