"Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs."
― Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic

Chapter 1 A

Friday Morning

The Airport

Listening Aide: Basket Case -Green Day

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He was sure it was her, he could tell there was something different about her but it was definitely her. "Trent it's me, Daria" she said running to car tapping the window not noticing he had already stopped for her. He just nodded his head he would have opened the door for her but she already had done that for herself before he even had a chance. She had practically ran in the car like someone was after her holding the only luggage she had, a green duffle bag, hurrying to shut the door.

"Are you okay" He said observing her briskness in the last few seconds.

"Yeah, I just saw Kevin; you remember the jock that had the squeaky bimbo girlfriend." Trent nodded recalling the shriek that cheerleader called a voice.

"Well yeah he works in the burger king in the airport and he was trying to have a conversation with me so I ran" Trent smirked. "

Is that what you normally do to people you graduated from high-school with" he said pulling out of the parking lot. "She nodded and laughed.

"I just noticed what was different about you it's your hair, isn't it" he said. This made her start fooling with the radio dial her hair was a sore subject of the reason she changed it.

"Yeah" she said not looking up. "What made you change it" he said in a non-caring tone you could tell it was just for conversation, she relented and said.

"You remember Grandma Barksdale" he nodded remembering the old woman who kept spraying him with Lysol. She was still fiddling with the radio dial so she didn't even see the gesture.

"Well do you remember the grandmother who offered me a hundred dollars to change my hair... she upped her price to a thousand and what can I say I was hungry and my fridge was empty. I went to a salon named Blojobs and told the nearest stylist to do whatever she wanted to do with it. I believe her name was Vi-Vi...well she cut it off and dyed it black so I kept up the look myself its easier this way" Trent laughed

" So family made you change" She gave him an evil look.

"Only Physically!" "SoLane, what happened to the holes and the porcupine" she said leaning back into the seat, settling on a station that played rock.

" Governor Li had filled all of them when she was just a mayor and I don't remember seeing any porcupines around here" Daria laughed

"I'm talking about your clothes" he smiled.

" Oh, I have to go to work after I drop you off" Daria became surprised at this.

"You...Trent...work" he was laughing.

" Yeah, for about a year now, actually. About a year ago, I woke up thirsty for beer and when I looked in the fridge surprise there wasn't any, so I took my guitar and drove to Dega Street, that's when I remembered I didn't remember any lyrics so I told the person passing me to give me something to sing about, she said 'how about this hairclip' I started playing my guitar making a tune for hairclips, then somebody else told me chips, another one said tissues, and after those three I don't remember it, I just kept making 40 second songs about them and these people were paying me. After two hours I made $80 and was ready to pack up and get some beer when this guy who looked like Guy Fieri in a suit asked if I got my beer money, at first I was mad like who the hell are you in my business but the he made it clear by putting his hands up he wasn't for conflict. He said he was in my place, a starving artist who doesn't want to sell out and get a real job but have no problem asking their younger sibling for money. It was amazing that was exactly who I was. Well the man had a solution for me to become a jingle writer and its not your average 9to5 but hey when a client comes you have to do what you got to do to get the money and hey I actually like doing it." Daria looked surprised but was happy for her friend nonetheless.

"What did Monique say of this" Daria said listening to the song on the radio(A/N :Your Listening Aide)

"Well at first she was fine with it and then she was like I was changing when I bought her a diamond nose ring" Daria nodded.

"So have you got a new girl" he shook his head frantically.

"Believe me I tried, I had this one chick who looked like a Marilyn Monroe and Angelina Jolie Hybrid long blond hair and beautiful pouty lips then she was so innocent she made me love her." Daria looked unfazed but inside jealousy had peeked his little head out.

"What happened to her" she looked outside the window.

"She dumped me I wasn't bad enough for her" Daria laughed with relief.

"I guessed you wouldn't know about an empty cold bed, seeing as you have Gabriel to warm you up" Trent said causing Daria to look confused "

Your Husband" he said answering the look."Michael" she said with disgust.

"Michael... Marcus...Gabriel, hell I knew it was it an angel's name. But yeah...him" Trent said matter of factly, no one ever knew but hey who could read his emotions but he was jealous.

"Well for your information Lane, My husband is now living with his gay lover and pregnant girlfriend. So yes I know about a cold mattress" She said annoyed.

Michael's name alone drove her crazy in her mind she referred to him as Fucker. Fucker actually drove her crazy during the short time they lived with each other. First they tried sharing a bed but Fucker always slept so wild that in the morning he would be on top her and not in the good way. Then they tried separate beds but thats when she realized Fucker snored and spit, he sounded like 3pm traffic. So thats when they tried separate rooms. After a couple of nights of good sleep she realized he was a pig. She wasn't the neatest person in the world but hey she at least wanted a walkway he had sculptures and books everywhere to the point she felt like she was training for the Olympics jump over this, climb through that, crawl under that. He had to go, so they got separate apartments and for a brief minute they were happy then she found him in bed with her assistant Eric that's when he told her about Briana who just so happen to be his roommate. Well she never was over there since then.

"Whoa an estranged wife, boyfriend, and pregnant girlfriend sounds like an inception connection." that sounded like a song to him in his head

"Inception connection Incest of congress" tapping on his steering wheel and bobbing his head unconsciously he sang.

"Trent you're singing" Daria said breaking his trance.

"Really, I didn't noticed" he seriously.

"Some things never change" she said smiling.

"Well good thing you don't have any kids together" He said going back to the subject at hand.

"Yeah I guess, but truth is I wanted them. He wanted to wait, he claimed he didn't want to share me. Little did I know I was sharing him with all of Boston." She was kind of sad about that.

"You really wanted kids." Trent said sympathetically he knew that feeling, he couldn't believe it when Monique had a miscarriage a couple of years ago.

" Yeah I wanted to raise my own little psychopaths" at this Trent pulled up outside her door , they saw Jake enter the back of the house with two little kids. They looked on in Sadness.

As Daria left the car slowly she looked over at Trent "Hey Trent..."

"Yeah"

"Seeing as we both are not seeing any one and we can probably get together and talk about the latest episodes of sick sad world over pizza tonight" she said looking down at her feet.

"I'd like that". Daria then left to go in the sad suburban house she dwelled in as an angst filled teenager.