I do not own Daria.
Daria hated her sister. [Takes place before Reiterate]
Damn Little Sisters
Daria yawned. It was the start of a new day. It was a day like any other days. Scratch that…
"Where is all my underwear?"
Quinn popped into Daria's bedroom unannounced. Well, now it was the start of a bad day.
"You're welcome."
"What did you do, Quinn?"
"I threw out all those nasty undergarments. And don't worry about paying me back. It was all on mom's card. I'm happy to help."
Daria glared at her younger sister, "Did you think I wanted a sudden change in wardrobe?"
"Well, no." The perky girl stated, "But you needed one anyway. How else are you going to get another boyfriend? You were lucky to land what's his name."
The brunette bottled her anger, deciding instead to choose her battles. "Where did you put them?"
"I told you. I threw them away."
"Quinn! I'm going to…"
"Coming!" Quinn answered to no one and skipped out of the room and away from her older sister's wrath.
Daria pinch the bridge of her nose. Jane wouldn't let her hear the end of this when she shows up to Casa de Lane later on that day.
Damn little sisters.
