{Note: This Daria fan fiction leaves the regular sarcastic view of the show and takes on a more serious role. I don't own Daria. I wish. On with the fanfic!–Melz}
(Opening theme song; Daria in 1 o'clock)
(Opening Scene: Daria asleep in her bed. Music: Walk me home, Mandy Moore. A stone hits her window and Daria wakes up. The music fades out. She goes to the window and sees Tom)
Daria: Tom? What are you doing here? It's three in the morning!
Tom: I need to talk to you. Can you come down here?
Daria: Okay. One second.
(She goes down to Tom)
Daria: Yes?
Tom: Daria, I've missed you so much while I was at college this year. I just got back to Lawndale and I had to talk to you. Sorry I woke you up.
Daria: That's okay. But I'm glad you didn't wake Trent up.
Tom: Trent?
Daria: Yeah. His family all flew in again so he and Jane stayed at my house. He was up all night. He finally got to sleep.
Tom: Oh. So you and Trent aren't -involved-?
Daria: I wish. Nope.
Tom: That's good. (He sits down on the step. He pulls Daria backwards and she falls uneasily on top of Tom.) Now where were we?
Daria: (Gets up and sits next to him) I don't know. How was college?
Tom: It was great. I missed you so much though.
Daria: I did too. (They kiss) Whoa. That did not just happen.
Tom: Yeah it did.
Daria: Oh. Right, right. (She shivers, as she is only wearing her nightclothes.)
Tom: Are you cold? Here, take my jacket. (He puts it around her shoulders)
Daria: Thanks. Do you want to come inside?
Tom: If you want to.
Daria: Okay.
(Cut to Daria's room, as Tom and Daria walk in)
Tom: Nice room.
Daria: Thanks. (Goes over a lays on her bed) So, what do you want to do?
Tom: (Joins her) I've got one or two ideas. (They start kissing heavily)
Jane: (Walks in) Daria, did you hear a- Whoa. Sorry.
Daria: (Daria and Tom sit up) It's okay. Tom just got back from Harvard, and I got carried away.
Tom: (Puts his arm around Daria's waist) Yeah. So how have you been Jane?
Jane: (Crosses her arms and stands in the doorway) Fine, just fine.
Daria: Come in, Jane.
Jane: (Walks in hesitantly) Okay, I guess. How was Harvard, Tom? I hear Daria's joining you this fall.
Tom: It's interesting. There are all kinds of different people there. I can't wait to go back. I'll have my girlfriend with me. Where are you going to college?
Jane: I'm not. I'm using my college money to start a gallery.
Daria: This is great. I've got my best friend and my boyfriend here with me.
Jane: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Daria you never told me you were going out with Tom again!
Daria: I thought you already knew. Well anyway, we are.
Jane: That's kind of cool. Tom's such a great guy. I'm glad one of us could have him.
Daria: Yeah. So you aren't mad anymore?
Jane: No. I live an artist's life now. I don't have time for guys anyway.
Tom: That's good, right?
Jane: Yeah, I suppose. I'm bored to death, though.
Daria: Life for me is so hectic, what with getting ready for college and all. But Tom's going to help me, aren't you, Tom?
Tom: Yeah, of course.
Daria: Okay, good. I couldn't possibly do it all myself. Can you help too, Jane?
Jane: Sure. No problem.
Daria: Thanks. I'll be right back. (She exits)
Tom: Jane, I…
Jane: Shhh. (She grabs Tom and kisses him)
Tom: (whispering) What? This is wrong. I know Daria and I did it to you but…
Jane: (whispering) But what? I'm not good enough for you?
Tom: (he stares at Jane with his icy-green eyes) I really like you Jane. But not in that way.
Jane: I'll change your mind. (She pushes him back so he's lying on the bed and she straddles him)
Tom: (whispering) Jane, stop. Daria's going to come back and-
Jane: So let her come. I'm having fun. (She kisses him)
Tom: Stop, Jane, we broke up! You said you didn't like guys, only your art now. So what are you doing?
Jane: (whispering) I don't like guys. I like one guy- you. (She pulls his shirt off)
Tom: (whispering) Why are you doing this?
Jane: (whispering, looks away) You hurt me Tom. I lost my love. When you and I broke up I thought to myself, if I can't have you no one will. So now I'm going to break Daria and your friendship. (She hears Daria turn the doorknob on her door. Then saying in her regular voice) I love you too, Tom.
(Daria enters)
[Commercial break- HaHaHa now you won't know what's happens till you go down]
(Daria enters)
Daria: Tom? Jane? What are you- What's- (She looks like she's about to cry. Runs out and down the hall)
Jane: Bingo.
(Cut to the guest bedroom where Trent is sleeping. Daria enters hurriedly)
Daria: Trent? Trent! Wake up. I need some advice.
Trent: (still asleep) But officer, I was only going 34…
Daria: Trent? (Notices he's not getting up and on a whim, kisses him. Trent opens his eyes and pushes the covers down. He is wearing his gray pants and a black T-shirt) Hi Trent. I need to talk to you.
Trent: (rubbing eyes) Monique for the last goddamn time you don't look fat.
Daria: (looks rejected) Trent- I'm Daria.
Trent: Oh, hey Daria. (Smiles)
Daria: Trent, I left Tom and Jane alone for one second, and I came back and they were almost at second base! I don't know what to do!
Trent: This has to be a dream. When do I get my recording label?
Daria: What?
Trent: (daze-like) I'm gonna be rich!
Daria: Trent?
Trent: Daria?
Daria: What is going on here?
Trent: (Shakes head) Huh?
Daria: Trent- you know how Tom and I were-going out?
Trent: Sure.
Daria: Well, I left my room for one second and they, Jane and MY boyfriend Tom, were…uh…rounding the bases.
Trent: Oh, not again.
Daria: What?
Trent: (rolls eyes) Hello? Daria? Welcome to Jane's World. It's her way here.
Daria: What happened?
Trent: Payback, baby. BIG time payback. (Picks up phone and dials. Split Screen with Jesse, who has people all around him. Music: Rollin', by Limp Bizkit. He's at a party)
Jesse: Hello?
Trent: Jess? Hey man. It's me. Listen, uh, 'Crush Soda' here isn't in the best of moods so could you-you know…
Jesse: Sure. Come on over.
Trent: See ya. (Hang up) C'mon girl.
Daria: Okay…I guess.
(Cut to: Party. Daria and Trent enter, Daria still wearing her pajamas. The walk over to Jesse)
Trent: Hey Jess…This place rocks!
Jesse: Don't it? Anyway, who's your friend?
Trent: Come on, man. You recognize Daria, don't you?
Jesse: That's Daria? No way! Hey baby doll! What's up?
Daria: (embarrassed by the fact she is barely wearing anything, mumbles) Oh…I guess I am doing okay…
Jesse: You filled out! Turn around girl; let's get the 360.
Daria: (Turns around with her hands up in the air) I learn that from Quinn.
Jesse: Wow. She's something.
Trent: Oh yeah.
Daria: (sigh) Trent and Jesse…
(Flashback: Road Worrier…the part just after they cross the tollbooth)
Jesse: So, are you single now, Daria? (Daria looks at Trent)
Trent: Kind of.
Jesse: Well, if you ever want to hook up, I'm around ok?
Daria: (Nods) Okay.
Jesse: Here's my cell. (Scribbles numbers down and gives it to her)
Daria: Thanks. (Knowing just what to do puts it into her shirt. Kisses his cheek and spins around on her heel) see ya. C'mon, Trent.
Trent: Ok. (Winks to Jesse as he leaves)
(Cut to: Trent's car. It's a red van in surprisingly good condition. Daria is sitting with her feet out the window)
Daria: Thank you so much, Trent. I feel a lot better now.
Trent: It's ok. I hated to see you so down.
Daria: What's this business about Crush Soda, though?
Trent: Oh, god.
Daria: What?
Trent: That's just Jesse and my nickname for you. (Smiles) We both had, like, the biggest crushes on you when you were in high school. I don't know…some underage hottie sexual thing…it's over now though, so you don't have to worry about Jesse raping you. But you shouldn't have teased him like that.
Daria: Like what?
Trent: Well, letting him look at your body and-
Daria: (Interrupting, angry) I'm sorry if I'm proud of my body!
Trent: (Keeps going) Putting his number in your shirt…and that kiss… Why don't you ever kiss me?
Daria: What?
Trent: Come on, Daria. Everyone and their mother know you like me.
Daria: (Hurt) I used to.
Trent: So how about it?
Daria: How about WHAT?
Trent: A ride on the merry-go-round. With me. If you don't like Tom and you want to get even, just do it.
Daria: I CAN'T believe you'd put in this position! No, I'm not going to have sex with you. I wouldn't care if Tom had someone else's baby…I'm not having sex…no. (Near tears) Trent, I-I- thought that we were friends… Let me out here.
Trent: Whatever. (Stops van)
Daria: Good-bye, jackass! (Slams van door. He drives away. Looks at the sky) now what?
(End Credits. Music: The way I am, Eminem)