Before you read this, let me warn you..this chapter is completely
pointless..it's short, it's dumb, and it's uneventful..but it will be
needed in future chapters..trust me, I know what I'm talking about (I
hope.x_x.)..anyways, R&R like alwayz..enjoy! ^_^
Disclaimer: Wow.what a surprise..I still don't own any of these characters..blah blah blah..
Sometime later, I heard a knock on my door. "Daria? Mom says to come down for dinner. And hurry up. I need to call Tiffany back, but Mom says I can't call her until after dinner," Quinn said from the other side of my door. When I didn't answer her, she knocked again. "Daria! Hello? Did you hear me? Let's go!"
While Quinn was busy rambling on, I was looking in my mirror making sure no one would be able to tell that I had been crying.
Just as Quinn went to knock again, I opened my door, causing her to practically fall into me. "Well it's about time!" she cried, heading toward the steps. Following her, I headed toward the kitchen.
"I'm going over to Jane's," I announced.
"Hold on a second, Eric," Mom said into the phone. "What do you mean you're going over to Jane's? What about dinner?" she asked me. "No Eric, not you. I was talking to my daughter. No, not the perky one. Yes, the depressed one. I mean, no, Daria's not depressed, Eric. Oh, I don't care how much you know about depression."
Looking at Dad, I said, "Bye."
"Wait, kiddo! I made lasagna! Don't you want some?"
I eyed the tray of lasagna suspiciously. "No thanks.Not hungry." And with that, I walked out the door.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
When I got to Jane's house, Trent opened the door. "Hey, Daria," he said.
"Um, hey, Trent," I replied, remembering my daydream earlier.
"Janey's out. She went to Dega Street for some new art supplies, I think. Or maybe that was yesterday.."
"Do you know when she'll be back? I need to get away from my family for a while."
"She'll probably be back around five o' clock." Trent replied.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Um, Trent? It's six thirty.."
He looked at me. "Oh. Well, she'll be back sooner or later. You can come in and wait for a bit if you want."
I blushed. 'Great. I'll be alone with Trent. With no clue when Jane will be back. Maybe I should just go home,' I thought. Against my better judgement, I agreed.
Trent sat down on the couch. "You can sit next to me you know. I don't bite," he said, laughing. Then his laughter turned to coughing.
I blushed even more, regretting my decision to wait with him. Regardless of that fact, I sat down next to him.
"Hey, Daria, could you do me a favor?" Trent asked, grabbing a notebook off the floor.
"Um, sure." I replied.
"Could you read my newest lyrics and tell me if they're any good?"
"Sure. I guess." I replied again.
"Cool," Trent said, opening the notebook to a certain page. He handed it to me saying, "You're good with writing and stuff, so I figure I'm better off asking you than Jesse. And be honest, ok? If they tank, let me know."
"Don't worry, Trent. I'll tell you the truth." But inside I was thinking, 'I can't tell him the truth if it sucks.but I'll feel so bad lying to him.' Taking the notebook I began to read.
You make my heart wail, You're as cold as the hail That falls on my head You make me wish I was dead.
I looked up. "That's it? A little short, don't you think?"
Trent shrugged. "I thought it up on the way home from your house. But by the time I got here and found my notebook and a pen, I forgot the rest of the lyrics."
'Because I'm sure they were as good as these,' I thought sarcastically.
"So, what do you think, Daria?" Trent asked.
Fortunately, Jane chose that moment to walk through the front door. Seeing me and Trent sitting on the couch together, she rubbed her eyes and said, "Oh, sorry. Did I interrupt something?" She shot me a look. I shot one right back at her.
"Hey, Janey. Daria came by looking for you and I told her she could wait here for you," Trent said, oblivious to the looks Jane and I were giving each other.
Jane eyed the notebook still in my hands. "What's that?" she asked.
"I wanted Daria to read some new lyrics," Trent replied.
Jane raised an eyebrow. "Lucky Daria," she said. Then looking at me she added, "My room or pizza?"
"Pizza. I didn't eat dinner," I said. Jane nodded.
"Later, Trent," she said.
"Later, Janey. See ya, Daria," he replied.
I handed his notebook back to him, and Jane and I left.
Unknown to me or Jane, Trent was staring out the window at our backs as we walked up the block. He sighed one long sigh, then went to get ready for Mystik Spiral's practice later that evening.
Disclaimer: Wow.what a surprise..I still don't own any of these characters..blah blah blah..
Sometime later, I heard a knock on my door. "Daria? Mom says to come down for dinner. And hurry up. I need to call Tiffany back, but Mom says I can't call her until after dinner," Quinn said from the other side of my door. When I didn't answer her, she knocked again. "Daria! Hello? Did you hear me? Let's go!"
While Quinn was busy rambling on, I was looking in my mirror making sure no one would be able to tell that I had been crying.
Just as Quinn went to knock again, I opened my door, causing her to practically fall into me. "Well it's about time!" she cried, heading toward the steps. Following her, I headed toward the kitchen.
"I'm going over to Jane's," I announced.
"Hold on a second, Eric," Mom said into the phone. "What do you mean you're going over to Jane's? What about dinner?" she asked me. "No Eric, not you. I was talking to my daughter. No, not the perky one. Yes, the depressed one. I mean, no, Daria's not depressed, Eric. Oh, I don't care how much you know about depression."
Looking at Dad, I said, "Bye."
"Wait, kiddo! I made lasagna! Don't you want some?"
I eyed the tray of lasagna suspiciously. "No thanks.Not hungry." And with that, I walked out the door.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
When I got to Jane's house, Trent opened the door. "Hey, Daria," he said.
"Um, hey, Trent," I replied, remembering my daydream earlier.
"Janey's out. She went to Dega Street for some new art supplies, I think. Or maybe that was yesterday.."
"Do you know when she'll be back? I need to get away from my family for a while."
"She'll probably be back around five o' clock." Trent replied.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Um, Trent? It's six thirty.."
He looked at me. "Oh. Well, she'll be back sooner or later. You can come in and wait for a bit if you want."
I blushed. 'Great. I'll be alone with Trent. With no clue when Jane will be back. Maybe I should just go home,' I thought. Against my better judgement, I agreed.
Trent sat down on the couch. "You can sit next to me you know. I don't bite," he said, laughing. Then his laughter turned to coughing.
I blushed even more, regretting my decision to wait with him. Regardless of that fact, I sat down next to him.
"Hey, Daria, could you do me a favor?" Trent asked, grabbing a notebook off the floor.
"Um, sure." I replied.
"Could you read my newest lyrics and tell me if they're any good?"
"Sure. I guess." I replied again.
"Cool," Trent said, opening the notebook to a certain page. He handed it to me saying, "You're good with writing and stuff, so I figure I'm better off asking you than Jesse. And be honest, ok? If they tank, let me know."
"Don't worry, Trent. I'll tell you the truth." But inside I was thinking, 'I can't tell him the truth if it sucks.but I'll feel so bad lying to him.' Taking the notebook I began to read.
You make my heart wail, You're as cold as the hail That falls on my head You make me wish I was dead.
I looked up. "That's it? A little short, don't you think?"
Trent shrugged. "I thought it up on the way home from your house. But by the time I got here and found my notebook and a pen, I forgot the rest of the lyrics."
'Because I'm sure they were as good as these,' I thought sarcastically.
"So, what do you think, Daria?" Trent asked.
Fortunately, Jane chose that moment to walk through the front door. Seeing me and Trent sitting on the couch together, she rubbed her eyes and said, "Oh, sorry. Did I interrupt something?" She shot me a look. I shot one right back at her.
"Hey, Janey. Daria came by looking for you and I told her she could wait here for you," Trent said, oblivious to the looks Jane and I were giving each other.
Jane eyed the notebook still in my hands. "What's that?" she asked.
"I wanted Daria to read some new lyrics," Trent replied.
Jane raised an eyebrow. "Lucky Daria," she said. Then looking at me she added, "My room or pizza?"
"Pizza. I didn't eat dinner," I said. Jane nodded.
"Later, Trent," she said.
"Later, Janey. See ya, Daria," he replied.
I handed his notebook back to him, and Jane and I left.
Unknown to me or Jane, Trent was staring out the window at our backs as we walked up the block. He sighed one long sigh, then went to get ready for Mystik Spiral's practice later that evening.