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Rating: PG.just for the use of Crappy.lol
Summary: Trent puts his feelings into song after he hears about Daria and Tom.
"How could they do this to me? My best friend and my boyfriend," Jane muttered under her breath. She had plopped down on the couch, across from her brother.
"Don't you mean ex-boyfriend?" Trent asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jane groaned, standing from her seat, "I'm going up stairs! Don't bother me."
She exited the room swiftly and Trent shook his head.
Jane's combat boots made thudding noises as she trudged upstairs and the door to her room slammed loudly. Trent winced slightly.
His eyes lowered slightly and he brought a hand up to his chin. How could Daria do this? How could she have kissed Tom? How could she have not kissed him instead?
He frowned a bit and climbed to his feet. He walked over to the stairs and took the same, mournful path of his sister, except he turned and headed into his room. He dropped down onto his bed and grabbed his acoustic guitar. He set it across his knee and gulped slightly.
From Jane's room he heard, "Mutant humanoid monkeys? Find out what the government's been spending our tax dollars on, this week on Sick Sad World."
The television was switched off and all of the sudden he heard music pounding through the walls, which meant he was safe from any ridicule from his sister.
"Daria," He sang, "You put my heart in a blender/ knowing it was so tender/ and put it on puree/ what a crappy day."
He strummed his guitar a bit and sighed.
"Daria/ You kissed my sister's beau/ Wish you knew I love you so/ why did you steal away/ on this crappy day?/" He continued, manipulating the strings on his guitar to match the tune he sang.
He broke off and played his guitar for a few moments.
"Daria/ Wish it was me you'd snog/ now my world's covered in fog/ if only you could feel this way/ I wouldn't have this." He paused and hit a few notes on his guitar, "crappy day."
He sighed lightly and took his guitar off of his knee. He set it upright against his night stand and took his faded, green shirt off.
"I should write that down." Trent said, frowning a little bit, "Maybe tomorrow."
He kicked his boots off and put his head onto his pillow, looking up at the ceiling. His tune ran through his mind and he closed his eyes. He shook his head lightly.
There was only one person on earth he really wanted and now he couldn't have her.
'Crappy day,' Trent thought before rolling onto his side and drifting off to sleep.
A/N: Please review and tell me what you thought. I know it may not be the greatest thing in the world, but I wrote it in a span of 10 minutes. So be gentle.
Rating: PG.just for the use of Crappy.lol
Summary: Trent puts his feelings into song after he hears about Daria and Tom.
"How could they do this to me? My best friend and my boyfriend," Jane muttered under her breath. She had plopped down on the couch, across from her brother.
"Don't you mean ex-boyfriend?" Trent asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jane groaned, standing from her seat, "I'm going up stairs! Don't bother me."
She exited the room swiftly and Trent shook his head.
Jane's combat boots made thudding noises as she trudged upstairs and the door to her room slammed loudly. Trent winced slightly.
His eyes lowered slightly and he brought a hand up to his chin. How could Daria do this? How could she have kissed Tom? How could she have not kissed him instead?
He frowned a bit and climbed to his feet. He walked over to the stairs and took the same, mournful path of his sister, except he turned and headed into his room. He dropped down onto his bed and grabbed his acoustic guitar. He set it across his knee and gulped slightly.
From Jane's room he heard, "Mutant humanoid monkeys? Find out what the government's been spending our tax dollars on, this week on Sick Sad World."
The television was switched off and all of the sudden he heard music pounding through the walls, which meant he was safe from any ridicule from his sister.
"Daria," He sang, "You put my heart in a blender/ knowing it was so tender/ and put it on puree/ what a crappy day."
He strummed his guitar a bit and sighed.
"Daria/ You kissed my sister's beau/ Wish you knew I love you so/ why did you steal away/ on this crappy day?/" He continued, manipulating the strings on his guitar to match the tune he sang.
He broke off and played his guitar for a few moments.
"Daria/ Wish it was me you'd snog/ now my world's covered in fog/ if only you could feel this way/ I wouldn't have this." He paused and hit a few notes on his guitar, "crappy day."
He sighed lightly and took his guitar off of his knee. He set it upright against his night stand and took his faded, green shirt off.
"I should write that down." Trent said, frowning a little bit, "Maybe tomorrow."
He kicked his boots off and put his head onto his pillow, looking up at the ceiling. His tune ran through his mind and he closed his eyes. He shook his head lightly.
There was only one person on earth he really wanted and now he couldn't have her.
'Crappy day,' Trent thought before rolling onto his side and drifting off to sleep.
A/N: Please review and tell me what you thought. I know it may not be the greatest thing in the world, but I wrote it in a span of 10 minutes. So be gentle.