Her short legs hung over the brick wall; lazily rocking back and forth to the rhythm of her thoughts. A soft thud could be heard as her army boots hit the rock, roughing them up a bit. She didn't mind.
Why couldn't people just learn to leave her alone? Things would be so much simpler and she wouldn't find herself caught up in the usual cinematic drama that High School seemed to cycle around.
"Mind if I join you?" A voice asked, warily.
She looked up, not quite believing it. "Sure." Her hazel eyes watched as the center of her thoughts had transformed into an actual figure and sat beside her on the brick wall. However, as soon as her stare was recognized and returned, she went back to steadily glaring at the pavement.
"Things are pretty messed up, huh?"
"Why are you here?"
There was no curiosity in the question. It was merely a defeatist's last attempt at finding some normalcy in the ridiculousness of the situation. She was Daria Morgendorffer and she did not steal people's boyfriends. Nonetheless, her friend's boyfriend.
But were they even friends anymore?
"I needed some time to think."
"And you came here?" Daria asked, peering at Jane from the tips of her glasses, expressionless. "Makes sense."
"I'm done thinking, you idiot," Jane responded, airily, as though her troubles had seem to dissipate in the midst of the conversation at hand. "That's why I'm here."
"Yeah?"
Jane smirked, slightly, her heart not really in it. "I said I was done thinking, not that I'd made up my mind."
"I see."
"You're so gullible sometimes."
Daria heaved a sigh. "Why are you really here?"
Jane felt her rose lips tug into a frown, involuntarily. Her clear as crystal eyes could see a hint of discomfort on her former confidant's face, as she replied, "Tom came to see me."
"Surprise, surprise."
"He likes you." The raven haired girl cringed inwardly. "A lot."
"So what?"
"So, nothing," Jane shrugged her shoulders, occasionally switching her gaze from the passing cars to the girl sitting beside her. "That's for you to decide, I guess."
"He doesn't have the nerve," Daria said, dully, though Jane took notice that it was not the same as her usual monotonous tone. It hinted that the girl had been doing some serious thinking. "He isn't going to try anything."
"He kissed you."
"Yeah," Daria admitted, reluctantly. "That's only because he's a moron."
"You kissed him back."
"I'm a moron too."
Jane cracked a halfhearted smile. "Daria."
"What?"
"Do you like him?"
Daria paused. That slight hesitation was the only answer that Jane needed. She sighed to herself in resignation. "Then stop being a moron," Jane suggested.
"I didn't say I did," Daria argued, furrowing her eyebrows in agitation.
"You didn't say that you didn't," Jane shot back, smoothly, swinging one leg up onto the wall, so she was completely facing Daria.
A look of shame crossed the brunette's face, barely visible behind her large frames.
"I'm not mad." Jane said, before reconsidering her words. "Not very mad, at least. I think I'll get over it. Eventually."
"Eventually," Daria repeated, as if she were trying to taste the words. Apparently, they weren't found to be bitter, because she fought a rare smile that Jane caught.
AN: I wasn't planning on writing anything tonight but this happened. Not a huge fan of the whole Daria/Tom/Jane triangle. He so wasn't worth it...Maybe I'll try a Daria/Trent one next, because I'm having a sudden craving ;)