Is It Graduation Yet?
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: Like I said before, I don't own them but if I did, I'd make Trent into a real person and play it on every single channel. :D
Trent walked up the stairs to his sister's room, as he opened the door he saw Daria laying there peacefully, sleeping. I can finally call her mine, uhh, I think. He thought to himself. He didn't want to wake her, but felt that they had left many things up in the air. He approached the bed where she was sleeping and gently sat down, slightly rocking her left shoulder to wake her.
"Daria." He said in a quite voice. She rustled, rubbed her eyes and glanced over.
"Oh, hey Trent." She said quite groggily. She cleared her throat then sat up, facing him.
"I thought we might have to talk." He said, looking into her deep brown eyes.
"Okay. About what?" She said, hoping that the relationship wasn't already over before it had begun.
"It's… uh… about us." He said, hoping it didn't scare her with his tone of voice.
"Okay?" She said, a little worried, and at the same time very anxious to hear what he had to say.
"Well, we left some things… uhm… not finished or whatever. I just want to make sure that you know how much I care about you and stuff." He said, trying to sound sincere, and trying to get his point across.
"Well I care about you too, and stuff." She spoke. Half of it was serious, half was just mocking him in a way. For a musician, he didn't have the greatest way with words. Granted she thought Look at his band.
"So, uhm, what now?" He asked. Not sure where to go from here. When he was with Monique it was always her begging to have him back after her other boyfriend left her.
"Uhm, I don't know." She said. She had so many questions she wanted to ask, but she didn't want him to think she was that inexperienced in the relationship thing.
"Well, we could go out." He said, knowing that that was what he wanted from the beginning. Again, he put himself out there and took a risk with the fragile girl that sat in front of him.
"I'd like that Trent." Daria spoke, knowing in her heart that this was one of the best moments in her life to this day. Finally, the boy that seemed so unattainable was really hers.
"Glad to hear it Daria." He said and gave her a warm embrace. The light smell of her hair tickled his nose. He liked it. Somewhat of a Vanilla scent lingered. She on the other hand, still smelled the musky pizza from his room that he spent most of his time in, but there was something more. It was a slight juniper scent. She assumed it had come from incense he had been burning. But it smelt so good coming off of him. They broke apart and Trent looked around.
"So Janey and I were talking." Trent said as he scratched the small of his neck, then moved his hand through his hair.
"This sounds promising." Daria joked.
"She was telling me that you, uhm, want to stay behind from college or something like that." He said.
Damnit Jane. Was what was rolling through Daria's head.
"Well, I mean," Daria began, feeling her cheeks light up like a wild fire, "I was thinking about it if, you know, we got together. It would give us some more time to be together." She said, looking down to her boots, counting the carpet fibers, anything to keep her eyes away from Trent.
"I'd like that a lot Daria. I know school is important to you but… uhh… I think it would be really cool if you stuck around, even if it is just another month." Trent gave Daria a smile, and lifted her head up to meet his eyes. She realized she was smiling, she didn't mind. He made her happy.
"Okay, I'll call tomorrow." She said as he leaned in and kissed Daria.
"I have to get going though, I'm late for band practice." He said as he gave Daria a quick squeeze and left the room. Jane entered as Trent was leaving.
"Bye." She waved as he just nodded. "So, I'm guessing you two talked?" She said as she plopped next to Daria on her bed and switched on the TV.
"Yeah, we're going out I guess." Daria said.
"Damn what is it with you two and enthusiasm?" Jane said, mainly to herself, knowing that Daria would have no idea where it came from. "Anyway, that's good right?" She said, as she laid back.
"Yes it is indeed." Daria said, as she let herself smile.
"My little Daria's all grown up." She said as she attempted to pinch Daria's cheeks. Daria slapped her hand away quickly.
"Wow, you're just like my grandma."
"Your grandma pinched your cheeks when you had a boyfriend?"
"No. She pinched my cheeks on my 7th birthday, but that didn't stop me from slapping her either." She said as she laid back against the bed.
"Hey, Trent was telling me about a gig they have coming up, I assume you're staying here for a while, so you wanna go?" She said.
"You think they're going to get any better?" Daria said with sheer sarcasm.
"Maybe you'll look at them in a different light. You're the girlfriend of the lead singer." Jane spoke, trying to get Daria a little excited.
"Don't remind me." She joked about Mystic Spiral's talent.
"Well you're going, it's tomorrow. Good thing you're not leaving eh?" She said.
"Yet again, don't remind me." Daria joked, as she rolled over face first into the pillow and quickly fell asleep. Jane wasn't too far behind her.
Daria, being the only one that believed in getting up before 2, woke up slightly later than usual. She headed down the hall to shower, and then left for the kitchen.
Leftover Pizza. Figures. She thought in her head.
"Well at least it's better than the damned lasagna at home." She said as she grabbed a slice and sat on the couch. She counted each time she chewed, boredom had taken her over. There wasn't much on at 10 in the morning.
"21…22…23…24", She began to count out loud, "25…26…27…28…"
"29?" A voice said coming from behind her, giving her a little bit of a startle as she slightly jumped.
"I never thought I'd see you awake right now."
"Well, your incessant counting became a part of my dream." Jane spoke as she crashed on the couch next to Daria.
"I'm sorry that I woke you. Didn't think I was that loud."
"Oh you weren't, I'm just a light sleeper."
"With Trent and his guitar in the house, how is that possible?" Daria asked as she finished off the slice of pizza in her hand.
"Funny gal Daria." Jane said as she rubbed her eyes. "I think I'll go see what Mitch is up to." Jane said as she headed into the kitchen and dialed the telephone.
"Hey Mitch." Jane said into the receiver.
"Hey pretty lady." Mitch spoke back.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing much…Wait. You're awake?" He said shocked.
"Ha.Ha. Yes I'm awake, now get your cute butt in your crappy car and come over." Jane said. He then mumbled something, and they got off the phone.
"Is his cute butt on the way over?" Daria said, trying to sound as much like Quinn as she could muster.
"Oy. Yes. You want to go to the movies with us?" She said.
"I'd rather not, thanks though." She said.
"You know… Trent isn't going to be up for a while. You may want to come with." Jane said, almost pleading.
"It's okay. Maybe I'll just sleep all day like him. Find out what it's like." Daria said as she laid down on the couch.
"Alright. I'll be back by 5. Shows at 7, don't forget." She said, as she heard the horn outside. A black 67' Cordova pulled up in front of the house. Jane gave a wave, and she left.
Daria fell back asleep quite easily. She wasn't sure if it was because she wasn't sharing a bed with the same sex, or because it was much cooler downstairs then up. It felt like 10 minutes and her eyes were open again.
"Wow. All day sleep huh Morgendorffer?" She joked, picked up her glasses and read the time. 4:30. Damn. She said. She also heard movement upstairs. As soon as she heard it, the tall figure was walking downstairs.
"Good morning Daria." He said.
"Trent. It's almost 5 in the evening." Daria pointed out.
"Oh, yeah good point." He said. He grabbed his guitar and headed for the door.
"Off to the show?" Daria inquired.
"Nope. Just practice. No shows for a while." Trent said, leaving Daria awfully confused.
"Well Jane said…-"
"I'm late Daria, I have to go." He kissed her on the cheek and left without another word. Jane soon walked in and Daria looked mad.
"Whoa. What happened to you?"
"Why'd you lie to me about a show tonight?" Daria asked.
"I didn't. Trent told me it was at 7 tonight." Jane said defensively.
"When I asked him, he said he didn't have any shows for a while. Is this some sick game Jane?" She asked, hearing her own slight fury in her voice.
"Oh God." Jane spoke, resting her head in her hand.
"What the hell is going on?" Daria almost screamed.
"Daria, he used to tell Monique he was practicing often." She began, "But in reality, he was meeting some other girls at the show." She said in a sincere, yet infuriated tone.
Daria was standing there gaping in awe at what she had just said.
"You're wrong Jane, I know he cares about me."
"Well, then let's go. Get there early. It will prove one of us wrong. And I can only hope to god it's me." Jane said. And with that they grabbed their stuff and were out the front door.