Finding Your Feelings
(Wow it's been awhile since I've written here, but the plot fell off my brain tracks. I didn't want to write something that sounded forced. I just hope I haven't lost all my fans! Well, lets get on with the show then.)
Silences, I Have Misconstrued
Trent didn't know what to say. His sister and her best friend were both glaring daggers at him, and all he'd tried to do was break what seemed like an awkward silence. And now another such silence was encroaching because of him. Should he speak again, or wait? Turns out the choice was taken out of his hands.
"Well then. Hey." Janey replied.
"What has you two so uptight?"
The glance Daria and Jane gave each other was charged with fright and apprehensiveness. Their emotions were the same, but their thoughts were very different.
Daria thinks: ((What can I say? Now Jane knows there's someone, and I think I said too much. What if they find me out? What will I do if he knows?))
While Jane thinks: ((What can I say? "Oh, nothing much Trent, but its just that, now that I've recovered from my own questioning of my sexuality, my best friend thinks she's fallen in love with me." That's usually not what comes up in casual conversation.))
"Nothing." They end up replying in unison. Jane jumped up nervously, muttering something about "getting a towel to clean up this paint", leaving Daria alone with Trent, the object of both her confusion and reluctant desire.
"So, you broke up with Tom?" Trent said conversationally, trying to not convey the fascination he had in the topic. He wasn't sure why, but the idea piqued his interest. He had so stalwartly refused to think of Daria as anything but a friend, almost a sister herself, that the emotions he had for her, he was pretty much incapable of recognizing as attraction. But that was, after all, his own choice. And his own fault.
"Yeah. I did." She was fiddling nervously with the pull of her zipper, not looking him in the eyes.
"Well? Why?" He felt a stirring in his chest, a strange warmth that he tried to ignore.
"Um." She made the mistake of looking up at his face. His large grey eyes felt like they pierced to her soul. She wanted to spill everything. Confess her undying love, like some bad romance novel. Except she didn't know if love was what it was. She wanted to think of herself as above empty attraction… but he was, in all honesty, very sexy. And she didn't want it to be just that. Her cheeks flushed, then burned, just at the thought.
She wanted out. She mumbled an apology and farewell, pushing by him, feeling guilty even at that brief contact. She ran out the door, forgetting she'd yet to say goodbye to Jane. She didn't care.
Trent just stood in the hall, staring at the door she'd just run out of, as Jane came up behind him with a towel held limply in her hand. She saw the open front door and sighed.
"Trent, we have to talk. I think I have a problem."
