Now that Valentine's Day is upon us and I'm sick as a dog, I decided to write some cute/fluff in regards to the holiday.
She sat comfortably on the worn sofa, her hands pressed over her eyes. She was sure she was smudging her glasses beyond belief but she had sworn to keep her eyes closed and she didn't trust herself not to peek. Her hands provided that extra barrier between her eyes and the rest of the living room. She could've just as easily removed her glasses to provide further visual distortion but everything happened so quickly that she barely had time to think. She heard the shuffling of feet and a few colorful explictives exploding through the silence she had been maintaining. She took that as a sign that her 'surprise', whatever that may be, was close to being unveiled. She heard the sound of something being dragged across the carpet and then a loud sigh. Finally, she was given the queue to look.
"Ta-da!"
She let her hands fall to her sides but she had to wipe off her glasses with the edge of her t-shirt before she could focus properly. Jane was standing next to an impressively sized bean bag chair resembling a slice of veggie pizza. She had taken the liberty of adorning it with a small pink bow made out of decorative ribbon and a sign that said 'I 3 U MORE THAN PIZZA'. Daria couldn't help but offer up a small smile. It was a pretty nice gesture even though Daria had voiced her Valentine's Day displeasures the previous afternoon. Jane also presented a chocolate bar which she hid behind her back. Daria took the candy, immediately opening it and taking a bite.
"You know how much I hate this 'holiday'. You didn't have to go through all the trouble."
"No trouble at all, amiga" Jane said, flopping down in the bean bag chair herself, "Plus, this gift is as much mine as it is yours."
"Now that's the spirit."
Daria flopped down on the chair next to Jane, partially sitting on her in the process. The cushion may have been slightly larger than average but it wasn't sufficient enough to accomodate two people, no matter how short one of the occupants was. They both sank a little further into the material, most of the chair complied although Jane's left leg was now touching the floor.
"Where do you expect me to put this? I've already filled up every inch of available space on my side of the room. Unless you're telling me to encroach on my roommate's territory as well?"
Jane shrugged, "You could always use it to replace your computer chair. Maybe the soft, squishy material will relax you. Like those stress relief toys."
"More like drive me insane. The pizza is a nice touch though. Where did you find this?"
"The internet is home to many fascinating wonders, Daria. There was one shaped like a UFO but I didn't want to blow your cover."
Daria smirked, "It's too late, my mission is already complete. My analysis has concluded that there are no signs of intelligent life anywhere. Time to go back to the home planet."
Jane feigned surprise, "But what about that charming young gentleman at the Mini Mart. Surely, his conventional wisdom is one that transcends the boundaries of time and space."
"That greasy-haired slimeball couldn't even spell the word 'wisdom' let alone impart any on inquiring minds. What part of 'not interested' didn't he understand?" she cringed.
Jane tapped her forehead thoughtfully, "Probably the 'not' part. But that's just an educated guess."
Daria sighed, leaning her head against Jane's shoulder, "Maybe you should've gotten me one of those ridiculous 'I'm Into Chicks' shirts."
"You could always borrow mine. Then again, I would rather outwit meatheads anyday than go toe-to-toe with any of the girls you would attract."
"Is that jealousy I detect?" Daria raised an eyebrow.
Jane's cheeks flushed bright pink. "No...I mean...I just know I can't hold a candle to any of the girls that are interested in you. They're always so much smarter than me, well-read, insightful. I just kinda stumble around with some vague semblance of comprehension."
"Don't compare yourself to them. I spend most of my time with you for a reason. If you were like all those other girls, I'd go my whole life searching for a Jane Lane. There's nobody else like you and that's what makes you so great."
"Uh...thanks?" Jane mumbled, her cheeks becoming even more inflamed.
Daria tilted her head and closed the distance between them, planting a light kiss on Jane's lips. She pulled back and chuckled at the goofy smile Jane now wore.
"I think I've filled my quota on sappy, romance for the day."
Jane reached up and wiped a smudge of red lipstick from Daria's mouth, "I guess I'll let you off easy."
"I have been spared" she laced her finger's with Jane's and resumed her comfortable position, "Now, about that UFO beanbag..."
