Chapter 1 - On the way to Eric's house.
Jane pulled the hood on her sweat suit tight over her head as she left the house. Today was the first truly cold day of winter, she knew that snow wouldn't be far behind. After 17 years of living in Lawndale, she had developed a love/hate relationship with the snow. The artist in her loved what winter did to the landscape. The long shadows and bleak images seemed to feed her art. The person who had to live in it despised it. She hated walking or driving in the stuff and she was always cold.
A little chuckle escaped her lips as Jane quickened her pace to try to stay warm. Eric was looking forward to the snow. It would be his first winter in a place that actually got snow and he was as eager as a child before Christmas. His naiveté was kind of endearing. He would learn soon enough what living four months in a row in the stuff was like.
In the weeks since the end of football season, Eric, Daria, and Jane had fallen into a comfortable routine. Jane would go to Eric's every other day to go running with him and afterwards she would go to Daria's to hang out. Non running days were usually filled with pizza and tv with Daria. She was a little amazed how easily she fell into the routine of running with Eric. It was comfortable. He had that steady dependable feeling about him. Maybe it's the punctuality she thought. It was nice to have someone who would be there when they said they would. In that way, he and Daria were very much alike, but with one very important difference. The hug. Jane had tried to put it out of her mind. The hug had felt wonderful and when she thought about it too much she found herself wanting another one. She couldn't help wonder what it was that struck a nerve. Maybe it was because it came after her encounter with Allison, her reaction to the hug squashed any lingering uncertainty Allison had planted. Still there was something else at work that she couldn't put her finger on. Jane suddenly realized she was on Eric's block, only two houses away from his. She had mused the whole way over.
Jane mounted the steps to the front door and rang the bell. Eric quickly answered and motioned for her to come in and take a seat while he talked on the phone. "Sure, mom," he continued, "I look forward to it too." "Okay, I'll see you then. Give my love to Dad and Kenny. Bye." Eric turned off the cordless phone and put it on the coffee table.
"Hey, Jane."With that the two took off, the golden rays of the afternoon sun lighting their way."Talking to the folks?"
"Yeah, making our Christmas plans."
"They coming here or you going there?" A sudden pang hit Jane at the thought of Eric being away.
"Neither. We're meeting in Hawaii for a palm frond Christmas."
"Why there?"
"It's about half way from both of us and my dad's company maintains a retreat there that we can use. Oh, I almost forgot, here." Eric pushed a plain manilla envelope towards Jane.
"What's this?"
"What you asked for." Eric grinned broadly. "Two tickets to someplace warm."
"What! You didn't! I was just joking!"
"Well don't get too excited. It isn't as great as it sounds. My aunt gets them for free and there are plenty of restrictions. They are only good in the continental US, you can't travel certain days and times, and if the plane is full you're the first one to get bumped. But other than that they're great" he finished wryly.
"Still, you didn't have to."
"I know. I wanted to. This way you can spend the holidays with one of the wandering Lanes or on the beach in Florida. Whatever."
"I don't know what to say, thanks."
"How about 'let's get going' or you'll be late meeting Daria."
"Oh, right."
Chapter 2- Daria's house
"So then he hands me these. I was speechless."Chapter 3 - the Lane household"Hmmmm, I'll have to remember that. That was pretty nice. Where were you thinking of going?"
"I don't know. Eric said there were a bunch of restrictions. Hey, log on and we can see where they fly to."
"Only US destinations, right?"
"Yeah, and no place with snow."
"They fly to Florida, Texas, and California. I, personally, would avoid Texas" said Daria thinking of her Highland days.
"Okay, that leaves Florida and California. Florida is closer. Where could I go?"
"Let's see. Miami, Tampa/St. Pete, or Jacksonville."
"How about California?"
"Um, the big three. Los Angeles, San Francisco, or San Diego. San Diego is the warmest. San Francisco is the coldest but it doesn't snow."
"San Diego sounds good because it's warm all year but San Francisco and LA have art and music scenes. Those would be interesting. I guess I should talk to Trent and see what he thinks."
"Sure is going to be quiet around here during Christmas but I guess I can go into hibernation."
"I'd ask you to go Daria, but I only have the two tickets and I should ask Trent first."
"I didn't mean to imply I wanted to go. It's just, you know."
"Yes, but this time it will be only for a few days, a week tops. We'll still get to spend some of winter break together."
"I guess."
"Daria, dinner is ready" called Helen from the base of the stairs. "Does Jane want to join us?" Jane shook her head no.
"That's ok mom, she was just leaving."
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"Later."
Jane poked her head into Trent's room.
"Trent?" Hmmmm, not here. I'll check the basement.Chapter 4 - a few days later at Lawndale High. Daria, Jane, and Eric are eating lunch together."Trent?"
"Hey, Janey."
"Trent, my friend Eric scored us two tickets to fly anywhere in the US from his aunt."
"I don't know Jane. You guys haven't been going out very long. It's a little early to be going on trips together don't you think?"
"Trent, I mean you and me. Besides, Eric and I are not going out."
"Oh, sorry. You guys have gotten pretty chummy that's all. I just thought, you know. The Tom thing and all."
"What about Tom?"
"Well, you took it pretty hard. I thought Eric was your rebound guy."
"No. Eric isn't the type."
"Why not?"
"That kind of guy is fun and light and you don't care when he disappears."
"So what kind is Eric?"
"He's the quiet, steady, dependable type. We talk and laugh and stuff but underneath it all you know he'll be there for you."
"Sounds dull."
"It has a charm of its own. But enough of this. I was thinking we could head out to LA or San Francisco to check out the music and art scene. Or go to San Diego where it's 74 degrees in December."
"Sounds cool. I was just telling Jesse we need some more material. Maybe a trip could provide some inspiration."
"We should save up some money. The air fare is taken care of but we still need food and lodging money."
"When did you want to go?"
"I was thinking the week between Christmas and New Years."
"Ok, it's a plan."
"So Trent and I are scraping as much money together as possible but San Francisco is a very expensive city. Even the cheapest motel is $60 a night. We aren't giving each other Christmas gifts this year to save money. Trent may have to do the unthinkable, get a job."Chapter 5 - Daria's house"Maybe he can write another jingle for Happy Herb" suggested Daria.
"Tried it. Herb doesn't need a new one."
"Have you considered staying at the youth hostel?" suggested Eric. "It isn't as nice as a motel. No tv, you might have to share a bath but it's a lot cheaper, in the $25 per night range."
"That might work. Where could we get information about it?"
"I think they're on the internet."
"We can try that after school, Daria."
"Sure. Just call me web mistress Daria."
"Okay, Mistress Daria" answered Jane.
Eric let out a little snicker.
"And what's so funny?" asked Daria.
"I find your banter amusing. That and imagining Kevin overhearing what Jane called you."
"Yeah, Daria, you could whip him into shape" quipped Jane.
"I'm sure a firm hand from you is all he needs," Eric continued.
"You'll have to update your wardrobe, but you already have the boots." Jane was picking up steam.
RRRIIINNNGGG!!!!!!! The cafeteria bell sounded, signaling the end of lunch.
"Oh look, time for class. Too bad we have to quit this fascinating topic" deadpanned Daria as she beat a hasty retreat.
"The one at Union Square has private rooms for about $21 a night plus tax. I bet Trent and I can swing that. Were getting closer. I wonder if the Gupty's still need a baby sitter."Daria considered what Jane had to say. She also thought about what Quinn had said a few weeks ago. Was Eric attracted to her? He never did anything to indicate to her he was interested. He rarely spoke to her but he hung out with Jane a lot and they seemed to relate well together. Then there was the Tom thing. She didn't want to do it to Jane again. Do I tell her now? Do I say nothing until I figure out what I'm feeling? or Do I pass, chalk it up to bad timing, and forget about it? The real question is do I feel anything for him? So quickly after Tom? Without hard evidence, she decided to table the idea."You really want to go on this trip don't you?"
"I'm kind of excited about it, Mistress Daria."
"You know, when you and Eric get together, you two are relentless."
"We are not together. We're just friends. I wish everyone would quit making such a big deal about it."
Daria was taken aback by Jane's sudden outburst. She began to eye Jane closely. "That wasn't what I was talking about. But since you bring it up. What is going on between you and Eric?"
"Nothing is going on. He is a nice guy. We go running together and we talk about stuff. That's all."
"Okay, I accept that nothing is happening but do you want something to happen?"
"No....Well, I don't know."
"Spill, Lane."
"That's just it. He isn't the type I would usually go for. I mean it's not like he is ugly or anything but he's a football player for pete sake. On the other hand he isn't like the other football players. He's easy to talk to and he makes me laugh. Then...."
"Go on."
"He hugged me once. It was after the hearing and he was so relieved, he grabbed me and hugged me. At first I was stunned , but it felt so good I hugged him back. I really needed that hug, Daria. With everything going on with Tom and Allison, I guess I needed some reassurance."
"What needed reassurance?"
"My self confidence. I mean first Tom and I break up. Then, Allison comes along and tells me I give off gay vibes. When I figured out what an opportunist and a predator she was, I was relieved. But I had this little nagging doubt. That went away when Eric hugged me. It felt right and I kind of melted into it. But I had to pull back."
"Why?"
"I didn't want to get attached and I don't know how he feels about me." Or you. "Plus, he gives off conflicting signals. If it were anyone else, I would say the hug meant something. But with him, I can't be sure it isn't due to a lack of experience. He is kind of like Ted in that way."
Jane noticed the long silence and wondered what was going though Daria's mind. Jane was aware of the physical attraction Eric felt for Daria but she wasn't sure it went beyond that. Daria was the wild card. The two of them spent time together during tutoring and had gotten along well enough. At least Daria tolerated Eric's presence, which was rare in and of itself. How did things get so complicated? she wondered. Not far away, the reason for all the soul searching was taking a nap.
Chapter 6 Aunt Julie's family room
Eric tightened his hold on the sofa pillow as he rolled over on his side, his eyes darting randomly as he entered rem sleep. He tried to read his physics book but had rapidly fallen asleep reading about gravitation. Now he dreamed of attraction but not of free bodies.
The autumn air had a crisp, biting quality he had never noticed before, the smell of burning leaves scented the air. Growing up in southern California, the smell of anything burning meant trouble. Not so in New England where burning leaves is an annual ritual. A new sensation, but a pleasant one. Not unlike the other one he was feeling. Her hand is soft and warm. He flexed the fingers of his right hand but kept them entwined with hers. He enjoyed the sensation of their hands touching. It was cold out. They should have worn their gloves but holding his girlfriend's hand was still new to him and the desire to do so overrode practical concerns. As a concession to the cold, they tucked their hands in the outside pocket of his overcoat. Eric was still getting used to the idea of having a girlfriend. This time last year he was walking off demerits for being caught staying up after lights out. What a change. The sunset was spectacular, the horizon ablaze in shades of orange and red transitioning to the deep purples of the evening sky. He never really took the time to notice the sky before. A faint cough brought his attention back to earth. She was staring at him with shining eyes, the brisk evening air had put color in her cheeks."Jane," Eric mumbled as he hugged his pillow tighter."You looked like you were a million miles away," she said.
"I was, another time and place."
"I'm glad you decided to come back."
"It's getting dark, I guess we should head back," he temporized, still not comfortable with open sentimentality.
"I suppose so," she said with a hint of disappointment in her voice.
Sensing a shift in her mood, he stopped in his tracks and looked into her eyes. "You're my reason for coming back."
A small smile crept across her face. "Where did you learn to flatter?"
"Was that flattery? Here I thought I was being sincere," he deadpanned as they resumed their walking.
"Big jerk," she said without a hint of reproach in her voice.
"Just as long as I'm appreciated." He let go of her hand, placed his arm around her waist and pulled her close. I really should have brought my gloves he thought.
She shoved her now free hand in her own coat pocket and rested her head against his shoulder as they continued to walk.
"Strange isn't it? Three months ago I would have never imagined we would be a couple."
"We're a couple?"
He stopped and gave her a look of faux indignation. "Very funny,..." he said as he leaned over to kiss her.
Jane's lips were cold but still soft, the deep red lipstick she affected protected them from the elements. He kissed her lightly on the lips once more and then smiled. Silently they continued their walk back to aunt Julie's house.It was almost 6 p.m. before Eric awoke from his unplanned nap. He felt very relaxed and warm all over as he stretched to wake himself up. It must have been a very pleasant dream he thought.
Chapter 7 - The Friday before winter break.
Jane was exhausted. She had baby sat for the Gupty's three times in the past week. The pay was good, $7.00 per hour, and Tad and Tricia were fairly well behaved kids. Much easier to handle than Summer's kids. Two more nights and she would have her portion of the trip money. She had slashed expenditures to the bone; all but eliminating painting outside of class and pizza after school. She even stooped so low as to eat dinner at Daria's a couple of times to cut back on the food bill. That last step proved too drastic even for her.
The increased tempo of her attempts to earn money also demanded sacrifice in her social life. She spent less time with Daria and her time with Eric was almost nonexistent. He would be leaving this Sunday to be with his family for Christmas. He would return home the 27th but Jane and Trent would leave the 26th for their trip and wouldn't return until the day after New Years. Trent had promised to give Eric a ride to the train station on Sunday. Eric had wisely stashed some money away for a taxi, just in case.
Eric caught up with Jane before sixth period. He hadn't seen her much in the past few weeks as she struggled to scrounge up the money for her trip. He missed their one-on-one chats and now they wouldn't see each other for almost two weeks during the break. Maybe she'll be free tonight and we could hang out he thought.
"Hey, Jane."Early Saturday afternoon at Casa Lane."Hey."
"Haven't seen much of you lately. Did you feel like grabbing a pizza tonight?"
"I wish I could, baby sitting tonight. How about tomorrow? I'm pretty sure I'm free."
"Sounds good. Um, if you don't mind, you doing ok? You look pretty tired."
"I am. I haven't been getting my usual amount of sleep. I really need some time to relax.
"Well, my offer to let you use the Jacuzzi still stands."
"I think I might take you up on it this time."
"Great. We can have them deliver a pizza, kick back, and watch tv. A nice low stress time."
"Sounds good. What time should I come over?"
"How about 3:00? I need to do some laundry and packing in the morning."
"I'll see you then."
"See ya."
"Damn it! Where is it?" Jane said to no one in particular. "I know it's around here somewhere."Jane entered Penny's room and started to search the drawers. Now, she realized what Trent was trying to tell her. I never realized Penny wore such revealing clothes at my age. Still there has to be something useful here. She found an old string bikini and held it up to herself. This shows a little more than I would like to reveal. Maybe I can wear shorts over the bottom. A further search yielded a pair of drawstring shorts. I guess this will have to do. Jane emptied her back pack and placed the clothes, a towel, and her brush inside. She then grabbed her winter coat. Maybe Trent will give me a ride to Eric's. She stuck her head into Trent's room but she was too late. He was already asleep."What are you looking for Janey?" Trent asked from the doorway.
"My swim suit."
"Kind of cold for swimming isn't it?"
"I'm going over to Eric's, his aunt has a Jacuzzi inside the house."
"Sounds cool. Did you check the pile in the basement?"
"Yes. Maybe I can borrow something from Penny's closet."
"Probably, if you're that desperate."
"I am."
"Okay, your funeral."
The cold breeze ruffled Jane's hair as she walked to Eric's. At least there isn't any snow. The seasons first light dusting of snow had melted away in a few days. So far this year's winter had been relatively dry, in a normal year the snow would be knee deep by now. Looks like Eric won't get the white Christmas he was hoping for after all.
Jane wondered if she should say anything to Eric about what she was feeling. Maybe I could gently probe him for information, but if he figured out what I was doing.... She had a good thing with Eric, why should she screw it up by trying to turn it into a romance.
God knows she hadn't done well in the romance department. Evan, that jerk, never really understood what motivated her to join the track team. Tom. There was plenty of chemistry between them at the start but it turned out that's all there was.
Then there was Eric. Everything was so subtle with him. Only when he was cornered did he admit he found Daria attractive. No, a frontal attack would not work here. She would have to look for less obvious clues. Her only clue was the hug he gave her in an unguarded moment of elation. If Daria wore a mask of non expression to hide what she was feeling, Eric took it one step further. His face had expression but it was always a carefully crafted one. One that would say something but not everything. He always held a piece back. She had seen him do it to a lot of people at school. Kevin and Brittany. The Fashion Club. Ms. Barch. Even her. She could tell he was open with her to a point. Jane shook her head, thinking too much about this was just getting her worked up on what was supposed to be a relaxing day. Just enjoy the day. What will happen will happen.
As she approached Eric's house, Jane could hear the stereo playing the Offspring through the window. Eric must be in a pretty good mood to have it this loud she thought as she rang the bell.
"Hey, Jane, right on time." Eric answered the door dressed in a T-shirt and sweat pants.Jane went to change as Eric laid towels out by the spa steps. When Jane came out of the bathroom Eric was at the fridge getting two bottles of water. He obviously scanned her from head to toe as he handed her one bottle."Your bad habits must be rubbing off on me," she said with an ironic smile.
"We can't have that can we?" he said with a smile. "We can kick back and watch tv if you want or you can jump right in, the spa is warmed up."
"The spa sounds good. It was kind of chilly walking over here."
"Trent snoozing again?"
"What else."
"You can use the guest bath to change. I'll get some towels."
"I brought my own towel."
"These are for the floor so it doesn't get slippery."
"Oh. I have to warn you, this is Penny's outfit, not mine."
"Now I'm curious."
"Um, that's an interesting outfit all right."Eric explained to her what had happened up to this point. Jane watched the movie casually, while she made herself comfortable on the couch. Eric had given her an old afghan to cover herself and she curled up into a ball. What? Are they talking about what I think they're talking about? Jane listened carefully to the dialog between the two main characters. They are! No wonder he likes these kinds of movies. You have to listen carefully or you'll miss it. Just like him. She began to pay more attention to the movie. This is actually pretty good. Towards the end of the movie her stomach began to make noise."It shows a little more skin than I would like, but at least we're not in public."
"Well climb on in and I'll show you how it works."
"You're not going in too?"
"Sure, but the relaxation chair has independent controls."
Eric took off his sweat pants and T-shirt to reveal a pair of swim trunks underneath. He helped Jane into the spa and then followed. He reviewed the relaxation chair controls with Jane and after about five minutes of experimentation she had it just right.
"Oh, yeah. That's got it. I should have tried this sooner."
"No more than 45 minutes or I'll have to take you out of here with a soup strainer."
Jane laid her head back on the built in pad and closed her eyes, letting the jets do their work.
She tried to bat away the hand shaking her shoulder. "Eric, I was just getting comfortable."
"Jane, it's been almost an hour."
"Really?" Jane turned and saw a fully dressed Eric standing at the side of the spa.
"You've been in La La land for a while."
"This thing really works. No wonder your aunt had to have one."
"Come on out before you cook yourself."
"Coming." Eric helped her out of the spa. He was right, she had a bad case of banjo legs.
Eric draped a towel around Jane's shoulders. "You should dry off or your muscles will stiffen up."
"Okay, I'll be right back."
"You ready for pizza?"
"Not yet."
Jane emerged from the bathroom to find Eric sitting on the couch watching an old movie on tv. He had covered the spa and picked up the wet towels already.
"May I use the dryer for my stuff?"
"Sure, I'll show you."
"What are you watching?"
"An old movie, The Big Sleep with Humphry Bogart and Lauren Bacall"
"Any good?"
"Yeah, I like those old film noir movies."
They loaded Jane's things into the dryer and went back to the family room.
"Did you want to watch this or something else?"
"Go ahead, you like this. I'm willing to give it a try."
"So what did you think of it?"Chapter 8 - On the way back to Jane's."I liked it. Once you get into what was going on, it's pretty interesting. Are there any more like this?"
"Oh, yeah. Let's see. To Have and Have Not, Key Largo, The Maltese Falcon. I'm a big Bogart fan. Sounds like your ready for pizza."
"You heard that?"
"Only a little," Eric replied trying to ease her embarrassment. "The usual?"
"Yes."
Eric phoned in the order as Jane stretched her legs out and flipped though the channels on the tv. Wow, 6:30 already. The time was flying by.
"They said it would be about half an hour. Find anything decent?"
"Not really."
"We can just snap it off and talk." Eric began with the question he never got around asking. "So have you always wanted to be an artist?"
"For just about as long as I can remember. I just took to painting like a duck to water. I've tried sculpting and photography but my first love is painting."
Jane spoke expansively about art until the pizza arrived, requiring only gentle prodding from Eric to keep the conversation going. They kept talking while eating pizza.
"Finally, Ms. Li tried to have us punished for defacing our own poster. But she met her match when she went up against Daria's mom. Helen threatened to sue her and the school for violation of our civil liberties. You should have seen Ms. Li's face."
"So I'm not the only one she's tried to hang out to dry. It looks like I'm in select company. Speaking of which, your clothes are probably done by now."
"I'll get them."
Jane retrieved her clothes and placed them into her back pack.
"So enough about me, what do you see yourself doing in the future?"
"I haven't decided yet. I could go into the family trade and become an engineer or join the Navy and see the world."
"You're kidding right? The Navy?"
"Sure, naval strategy and history was always my strong suit at military school. I could go to Annapolis or engineering school or both. I don't know yet and the time is coming for me to decide. I know my family wants me to be an engineer."
"I could never do either of those things. They require too much discipline and regimented thought for me. I would go crazy if I couldn't let my thoughts wander and paint when the muse strikes me."
"In a way, that's a misconception. While there are accepted techniques to do things, the crux of each of those professions is problem solving. Usually the problems are unique and require original thought. Just in the same way art has accepted tools and methods but they are used to create something unique."
"I can see your point. I guess the concepts are so alien to me."
"Well, not everyone thinks in the same way. The important thing is you think and you don't let your brain turn into mush."
Jane blushed faintly from the compliment. "I guess I should be heading back home. It's almost 9:30 and you have an early day tomorrow."
"I'll walk back with you. I wanted to talk to Trent about tomorrow morning and make sure he has all the details straight."
"Aren't there only two details, where and when?" she said with a sly smile.
"What can I say, I'm anal," he said without a note of apology in his voice.
"That's an image I could do without," Jane smirked
"Cute," Eric said wryly
Eric put on his long winter overcoat for the walk with Jane back to Casa Lane. He had offered to loan Jane his spare hat and gloves but she declined. The walk to Jane's captivated him, all the usual sights and sounds had an enhanced quality to them. The night sky was clear and the stars seemed extra bright. The brisk night air was scented with the smell of wood smoke. Many of the homes had their Christmas lights on, creating a festive mood. He found the walk invigorating, this was very different from home. Jane was not as enthralled with the weather as Eric was. She was freezing. She let out a little sneeze.
"Excuse me."They walked a little further and Jane continued to shiver, just not as much. Eric observed her still shivering and put his arm around her waist and pulled her next to him. Jane was a little startled by this move but didn't resist. It's just because I'm cold she told herself, this doesn't mean anything.Eric looked at Jane and noticed she looked cold. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'll be ok."
"Did you want to borrow my gloves and hat?"
"You wouldn't mind?"
"Nah, hand me your backpack. Here, pre warmed and everything." He handed her his black leather gloves and knit cap.
The gloves and hat helped but she still felt cold. Jane turned up the collar of her coat to keep her neck warm. In the mean time, Eric had slung her back pack over his left shoulder.
"Better?"
"A little, lets get moving."
This feels oddly familiar he thought, and right somehow.They walked the rest of the way to Casa Lane in this manner. Somewhere along the way, Jane began to rest her head on Eric's shoulder. Looking at Jane's head on his shoulder, Eric finally realized what he felt for Jane was more than simple friendship. The thought of not being able to see or speak to her for almost two weeks upset Eric more than he had anticipated. I'm sure going to miss her he thought, I wonder if she'll miss me. Turning up her walk, he realized he didn't want the evening to end. They got to the front steps and Eric reluctantly let go of Jane."Thanks, but you don't have to. I feel better now," said Jane giving Eric an out to see if he would take it.
"That's ok, I don't mind."
Another answer which can be taken two ways she thought. She decided to interpret his answer in the way most favorable to her, she stayed put.
"Well, I hope you had fun tonight," Eric said quietly.Eric loosened his hold on Jane but kept his hands on her waist. He leaned back slightly and searched for Jane's face, trying to establish eye contact. He found her staring at him with her vibrant blue eyes and a questioning look on upon her face."I did. Have a safe trip. Don't take any wooden pineapples," Jane quipped. Their conversation was becoming stilted.
"You too, I want to hear all about your trip when you get back. Merry Christmas," Eric said as he moved in to hug her.
"Merry Christmas," replied Jane. Just a holiday hug she thought as she hugged him back.
"I'm going to miss you," Eric confessed while holding her tightly.
"I'm going to miss you too," Jane replied as she buried her face into Eric's neck. A little emotion creeping into her voice.
Jane tried to interpret the expression on Eric's face, to divine what was lurking behind those warm brown eyes. He had a small embarrassed smiled forming
She's so close, just a little closer he thought as he leaned towards her.Jane sensed Eric moving closer to her, she saw his eyes close and his lips part slightly. Jane closed her eyes and felt Eric's lips lightly touch hers. He gently kissed her once more then pulled back. Taking Eric's lead, Jane returned his kiss with a more complete one of her own, placing her arms around his neck and pulling him close. For Jane, what began as simple kiss became much more. All the pent up feelings she had been harboring for the past month began to flow into her kiss.
Eric wrapped his arms around Jane and held her tight to avoid being swept away as Jane's kiss grew in intensity. Eric had hoped she felt for him what he felt for her. Instead, he was amazed by what he felt coming from Jane. There was a hungry, all consuming quality to it which pushed all other thoughts from Eric's mind, including the fact he was starting to feel uncomfortably warm in his coat. All of his concentration was focused on the sensation of Jane's lips on his.
Trent watched the scene unfold below him, happy for his sister. Eric seemed to truly care about Jane. He turned away from the window and went to sit on his bed. Picking up his guitar, he began to pluck a melancholy tune. Much later Jane stopped by his room.
"Yo, Trent, you up?"Chapter 9 Lawndale train station, the morning after"Come on in, Janey."
"Don't forget, you promised to give Eric a ride to the train station tomorrow. I'm going to come with you so you don't forget."
"Sure. Oh, and, Janey?"
"Yeah?"
"What happened to your lipstick?"
The ride to the train station was quiet. Jane held Eric's hand but he was clearly uncomfortable around Trent now that he had kissed her. Trent had stayed in the car to give them some private time and to catch up on his sleep. Knowing that Trent was in the car, probably asleep, allowed Eric to relax. He held Jane's gloved hand. In fact, she was still wearing his gloves.
Eric looked at Jane and felt tongue tied. For some reason it was difficult to talk to her, nothing that came to his mind seemed very important. He looked around the nearly empty platform for inspiration. Not many people took the early Sunday train. The silence was beginning to become palpable, he had to say something. Maybe it would get the ball rolling.
"Thanks for coming to see me off, I know it's early ," Eric mumbled.Chapter 10"I wanted to," Jane replied as she cautiously studied him. "Do you feel all right? You don't seem yourself."
"I feel fine, it's just ..." Eric squeezed her hand, "it's just I'm not sure what to do."
"You seemed to know what to do last night." Jane smiled encouragingly. "Just do what you feel."
Eric leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek.
"See, that wasn't so hard," she said as she turned to face Eric. She casually draped her free arm over his shoulder.
Eric tensed for a moment until he remembered there was almost no one here. He wasn't used to being involved in public displays of affection. Eric cautiously placed his free hand on her waist.
Jane immediately felt the tension in Eric. Slowly, let him get used to this. She concentrated on maintaining eye contact to try and get him to forget where he was. Last night, Jane discovered Eric could be affectionate if he was relaxed.
"I feel like I'm in one of those old movies," he observed.
"Oh? What happens?"
"This is where I swear to come back to you, no matter what." He was smiling now.
"What am I supposed to do?" she encouraged.
"You promise you'll wait for me and you'll keep a light on in the window until I return."
"Then what happens?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"This." Eric moved his hand from Jane's waist to the small of her back, pulled her close, and kissed her.
"I need to start watching more of these old movies," Jane quipped.
Eric's mood suddenly shifted, he became quiet and introspective. "Jane," Eric paused, "I like you, a lot. I guess you can tell," he smiled sheepishly.
"I sense a 'but' coming," she replied, her anxiety starting to build.
Eric smiled a little more, trying to reassure her. "But, I'm kind of new at this and I'd like to move slowly."
"In what way?" her anxiety began to level off.
"Just that, if I seem anxious in situations like this, it isn't because of you. I just need time to get comfortable with the way things are. So many new things, good things, are happening right now, lots of them. Really, what I'm asking is for you to be patient if I kind of screw up a little and miss something."
Jane smiled sympathetically, "I can understand that. Just act naturally." "As for your anxiety," she smiled wickedly at him, "there's only one cure." Jane let go of Eric's hand, placed her arms around his neck, and pulled him in for a kiss that curled his toes. "That's so you'll remember to come home," she whispered in his ear as she let go of him.
" I ....um...I ..uh.." stammered a beet red Eric, "I don't think you'll need to leave that light on after all."
Eric stepped back and leaned against the station building as he composed himself. The level of affection shown by Jane continued to amaze him. I better adapt soon or she'll give me a heart attack.
Jane regarded Eric fondly. He looks like he's going to burst. Maybe it is time to back off a little.
His composure restored, Eric continued to lean against the building. He held his right hand out to her as an invitation to come closer. Jane took the offered hand. Eric turned her around and pulled her close. Jane now leaned up against Eric while he put his arms around her waist. "This is more along the lines of what I was thinking," he said in a light hearted whisper.
Jane leaned back and savored the feeling of being enveloped by Eric. "This works too." A note of contentment in her voice.
Trent took a sideways glance at his sister. He was concerned about her, she had been quietly staring out the window since they left the train station. The last time she acted like this she and Tom had broken up, he hoped it didn't happen again.
Jane's eyes watched the scenery slowly roll by but her mind was somewhere else. The image of Eric waving to her from the train as it pulled out of the station had a finality to it. She knew he would be back in less than a week and they would see each other again in less than two weeks, but seeing him leave after just getting together was unsettling for her. Trent's voice brought her out of her reverie.
"As long as we're up, did you feel like getting some breakfast?"Waffles uber alles is a fairly standard looking diner with linoleum table and counter tops and vinyl covered chairs. The only unusual thing is the sign promising lightning fast service. Trent and Jane are greeted at the door and shown to a table. A tall blond waitress comes to take their drink order."Sounds good, what did you feel like having?"
"I don't know, waffles maybe? There's this new place I heard of, it's supposed to be pretty good."
"What's it called?"
"Waffles uber alles. It's near the mall."
"Interesting name. So are they better than all the other waffle places?"
"They seem to think so. Are you interested?"
"Sure."
"Good morning, my name is Meuse and I'll be your waitress. Would you care for something to drink? Coffee, tea or juice?""Two coffees please," Trent replied.
"Regular or decaf?"
Trent and Jane shared a look then both replied, "Regular."
"Our special today is the #7, our Belgian waffle. I'll be right back with your drinks."
"Boy, they weren't kidding about fast service. I feel like I've been steam rolled," commented Trent.
"Have you ever seen a taller blond before? She could be a Valkyrie," Jane observed.
The waitress returns with their drinks. "Are you ready to order?"
"Yes, two specials. Eggs over easy on mine, over hard for her."
"Thank you, it should just be a few moments."
"So, Janey. Are we ready for our trip.?"
"I've collected my portion of the money. Today I'll ask Daria if she can feed the cats while we're gone. If she can't do you'll have to ask Jesse. Do you have your part?"
"I will after we get paid for our gig tonight. Do you think Daria will have a problem with watching the house for us?"
"No, unfortunately. She has lots of free time now."
"How is she doing?"
"Better, it was really rough there for a couple of weeks. She kept wondering if she did the right thing. I think she was almost going to try and patch things up once."
"What stopped her?"
Jane paused briefly as the waitress delivered the food and refilled their coffees. They are quick. "Her ethics. As much as she cares for Tom, she couldn't get past what he did. But, I'll tell you, it was a close run thing. She never knew she had it in her to care for someone this much."
"Even me?" Trent asked dryly.
"You knew?! For how long?"
"Since the flea market."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"And do what? Break her heart? Look at me Jane, and not as your brother. I don't have anything to offer Daria. Not really any ways. Not now. I could show her a good time but she needs more than that. She needs someone she can depend on and that's not me. Not right now at least."
"You really have thought about this haven't you?"
"Yes. Jane, Daria is like you, that's why you two are such good friends. You're both smart, attractive, and not afraid to speak your mind. That's why in some ways what happened with Tom didn't surprise me. The similarities between you two far outweigh the differences."
"Sometimes that frightens me. I know Daria didn't try to take Tom away from me. We had our own problems which would have eventually split us up. Tom didn't do us any favors doing what he did, but in the end it was the right path done in the wrong way."
"So what frightens you?"
"That it will happen again. Eric told me before we got together he thought Daria was attractive. It could happen again. Wait, did you just say you thought Daria was attractive?"
"Yes. Of course she's attractive. If you look carefully it's there to see. Her glasses and clothes might be good to hide her from people who take a quick look. But anyone who spends any time with her can see how beautiful she is. As for Eric, I don't know him well enough to say one way or another. But just because a person finds someone else attractive doesn't mean they're going to act on it."Chapter 11"When did you become so smart?"
"Always was. As long as we are talking about Eric, you seemed kind of quiet on the way back from the train station. Is everything all right?"
"Yes, it's fine, it was just weird to watch Eric waving good bye to me from the train. I don't know why. We've only been together since last night."
"Janey, this time you started out differently than the others. With Tom and Evan, you were attracted to them and right from the start you were on the dating path. With Eric those thoughts didn't come up until later, after you already knew him. You actually started out as friends before something romantic came of it In some ways it makes it more intense. You already like this person and then you develop feelings for them. How much closer can you get?"
"Trent, you really surprise me sometimes."
"Good, I wouldn't want you to think you're the smarter sibling all the time," he said slyly.
"So, I thought we could up the lake and go swimming. I hear it's beautiful this time of year, you could bring your sketch pad," Eric asked in a hopeful tone.Eric tried to calm down. He was thankful to have an aisle seat, he hated the trapped feeling he got when sitting next to the window. I think I'll go to the bathroom, some cold water might help. Eric got out of his seat and walked to the bathroom in the back of the plane. The cabin lights were turned down and most of the passengers were watching the movie or asleep. He entered the tiny bathroom and locked the door. Looking at himself in the small mirror he didn't see any evidence of the nightmare he had. Still, the anxiety he felt clung to him like an invisible stain that had to be washed off. Eric splashed some cold water on his face and rubbed it vigorously. That feels better. He left the bathroom and made his way back to his seat."You just don't get it do you? When are you going to lose this whole 'Forrest Gump' routine? I'm tired of wholesome activities. When are we going to do something exciting?"
"But I thought you like these kinds of things?"
"Look, when I said I would be patient with you, I didn't think it would take you six months to get your thumb out of your rear end. I want to try new things. I'm an artist, where am I supposed to get inspiration if I never do or see anything different? You're almost eighteen and you can't drive yet. Even Daria can drive."
"I told you, I can't drive before I'm eighteen. I never took drivers education so I can't take the test before I'm eighteen. There is nothing I can do about that."
"I don't think we should be together any more. You're stifling my creativity."
"No! Wait, can't we work this out?"
"No. Good bye."
"Nooooooo........" Eric shot upright. His shirt damp with perspiration. He looked around and saw the darkened cabin of the airliner. Just a bad dream, it isn't real. Why am I still shaking?
What a horrible dream. Eric had never had a dream like that before. The very core of his personality was being viciously attacked by someone close to him. Is this what it is to l...care for someone? Did I almost use love in reference to Jane? That thought scared him almost as much as the dream had. Am I in love? He wasn't sure. He loved his family but it didn't feel like this. He knew he did like her, a lot. She was fun and outgoing but also intelligent and insightful. He also knew he enjoyed her company and he missed her when she wasn't around. But does that constitute love? He didn't know. Just 24 hours ago this didn't matter, they were two friends watching an old movie together and eating pizza. Now they were dating and he had kissed her. Is love a prerequisite to kissing? If this is love, do I love her because she kissed me or did I kiss her because I love her? Eric spent the rest of the flight desperately trying to apply logic to an illogical situation.
Chapter 12
Daria had the house to herself, which was just the way she liked it. In the month since she and Tom split, her mother and Quinn had been trying to lift her spirits and comfort her. She didn't mind at first, to her own dismay. Much like when she kissed Tom for the first time, Daria was in new territory and could use the guidance in putting things into perspective. However as time passed, the attention became smothering to her. For once her dad's obliviousness paid dividends. She didn't want to constantly talk about her feelings or answer questions about how she was doing. She just wanted to go numb and return to her previously quiet existence.
Ironically, the people who didn't ask her how she was were the ones who did most help. As always, Jane was there for her to help keep things in perspective. Although Jane never said it, Daria knew this had to be hard on Jane too. The fact that Jane would help her after everything that happened touched Daria.
Then there was Eric. She rarely spoke with him outside of lunch or the occasional passing word at the lockers. The one time they said anything about this was when he thanked her for helping clear his name. Somehow, in that one brief discussion, he had managed to plant the one idea which Daria had been quietly working on for the past month, Was Tennyson right.
"I wish I knew," she said to herself, "I wish I knew."Chapter 13A knock at the front door brought her back to the present.
"Yo!"
"Hey, Jane. What are you doing up so early on a Sunday? It's not ever noon ." Daria stood aside so her best friend could enter.
"The same could be said for you, amiga. I got up to make sure Trent took Eric to the train station and I went with them."
"So what brings you here this morning. You missed the morning performance of the Morgendorffer family circus. They've all left for there various pursuits."
"Darn! And I was in the mood for peanuts and cotton candy. I came to ask you if you would feed the cats and watch Casa Lane for us while we're away."
"Of course, as long as you don't mind me renting the place out for wild parties."
"Just make sure you remember all unopened food becomes the property of Casa Lane." Jane unzipped her jacket and took off her gloves.
"Isn't it always? When did you get new gloves?"
"What? Oh, these aren't mine, they're Eric's"
"But why do you have them."
"He loaned them to be last night when were walking back to my house. I just forgot to give them back."
"Lucky for him he won't need them where he's going." Daria noticed a look of disappointment flash across Jane's face. Instead of probing, Daria decided to change the topic. "So are you and Trent all set for your trip?"
"Pretty much. I have one more baby sitting job this week for some emergency money. After the gig tonight Trent should have his share. Did you want to go with us?"
"Sure. Who could refuse watered down soda and food with mysterious origins. Any idea what you'll be doing once you get to San Francisco? You have to love a town that has a prison as one of its main tourist attractions."
"Oh the usual touristy stuff in the daytime. Club hopping at night. One of our planned stops is the aforementioned prison. Did you want me to bring you back something.?"
"Only if they have greatest executions on home video. If not, I'll leave it up to your imagination."
"Ha, that's the bright shiny girl I know."
"Where? Did Quinn sneak in here?" Daria replied wryly.
"I hate to say this, but Quinn doesn't seem quite as, shall we say, vapid any more."
"No. She isn't. Between you and me she might even pull off a 'B' average this semester. She isn't quite ready to admit it to the Fashion club though. Quinn's stuck between two worlds right now and she doesn't know how to reconcile them. So far she's done it by keeping her academic success a secret from the rest of the club. But once report cards come out, I don't know how much longer she can keep it a secret."
"Who would have thought Princess Grace would be bucking for honor student?"
"Not me, but it looks like David may have made a change in her life."
"Funny how that can happen." The look of melancholy returned to Jane's face.
I can't ignore it this time. "Is something bothering you? This is the second time you've looked upset for no apparent reason."
"Well, something happened last night between me and Eric. We sort of kissed."
"Sort of kissed? I don't think there's a middle ground here."
"Okay, okay we kissed. A lot. For an hour or so."
"Spare me the gory details of the mechanics of what you did. I am curious though on how you went from not knowing how he felt about you to your present situation. I assume this is why you went to the train station."
"Yes. It's too weird. One minute were just friends, then we're kissing, and then I'm waving good bye to him. All within 24 hours. It's the Cliff notes version of a relationship, neatly distilled into a manageable size."
"I still don't understand what happened. Are you saying it's over already?"
"No, not that. Just that I find out how he feels about me then we can't see or talk to one another for two weeks."
"So you are together, you're just upset you can't see him. This makes more sense, I think."
"See, Daria, he was walking with me back to my house. He wanted to remind Trent about taking him to the train station."
"Smart boy."
"Anyways, we're on the way back and I'm freezing because I spent so much time looking for my bathing suit I forgot my hat and gloves."
"Bathing suit?"
"That's not important. So he loans me his hat and gloves."
"And that explains why you have his gloves."
"Exactly, but even with them I'm still cold. He puts his arm around me and we walk the rest of the way to my house like that. Then, when we get to my house he wishes me a merry Christmas and hugs me. I thought it was just a friendly, happy holidays, hug. While were hugging, he tells me he's going to miss me. I tell him back and then he kissed me."
"He kissed you, not the other way around?"
"Yes, he started it. After that, things just kind of rolled along. Then this morning, I stood there and watched the train pull out with him waving to me from the window. It just had an air of finality to it."
"But he is coming back. It's not like he's being sent off to war and he might not come back, it's just a family vacation."
"I know. I'm being irrational."
"All right then, now that's settled. Perhaps you would care to explain about the bathing suit?...."
The warm tropic air was heavy with moisture mixed with the scent of exotic flowers. Even at one a.m. the temperature was in the low 70's. Eric wore shorts and a tank top as he sat on balcony of his family's condo. One a.m., it's 8:00 a.m. in Lawndale. Jane is still be in bed. He was still amused by Jane and Daria's ability to sleep until noon. Even now that he didn't have to, he still got up at 5:30 in the morning. Old habits die hard.
So Eric sat on the balcony while the rest of his family slept. He didn't mind. He needed time to compose his postcards to Jane and Daria. He had spent most of the morning looking for the right postcards for each of them. He bought Jane a tropical scene that could have been taken straight from a Gauguin painting, he hoped she would like the vibrant colors. Choosing a card for Daria was harder. He finally found one in stack of novelty cards, it was a picture of a village being engulfed by a lava flow. As soon as he saw it, he knew it was right.
While finding Daria's card was hard, writing it was easy. A line wishing her a happy holiday and wish you were here plus some stock comments on Hawaii were all that was necessary. Such a card would not be enough for Jane. He wanted to tell her how much he missed her and wished she was there to share some of the things he had seen and done. He also wanted to say how much he wanted to hold her again. Putting it into words that didn't sound like a shopping list was the hard part. He would reach home before the card would but he wanted to show Jane he was thinking of her while he was here. Eric looked at his watch, 3:30. He had been at this for two and half hours with no luck. How could one lousy paragraph be so hard to write? Giving up on style points, Eric just wrote what he felt and hoped Jane would see past the horrid prose.
Chapter 14
Daria wrapped the scarf or should I say thermal neck insulator around her neck before heading over to Jane's. If the first three weeks of December had been dry, the three days before Christmas more than made up for it. It had snowed constantly, trapping her family in the the house for two days. She could have survived two days of close quarters but the cable went out too. The ability to retreat to the comfort of her books did her little good as the other members of her family sought to entertain themselves. This made for endless rounds of board games and family bonding time punctuated by occasional helpings of lasagna. After two days of this without the hope of escape thanks to mother nature, her padded room began to seem strangely appropriate.
The snow stopped on Christmas day and by that afternoon the plows began their work. Trent and Jane spent most of Christmas day shoveling Trent's car out so the could get to the airport the next day. Late Christmas night the plows got to the Lane's street and gave them a late Christmas present of a clear street.
Daria let herself into Casa Lane and soaked up the solitude, three days of enforced family closeness had strained her nerves to the breaking point. The only sound came from the two cats coiling about her legs meowing for their breakfast. Jane and Trent were spending their first full day in San Francisco today. Eric would be coming home sometime tonight. Daria smiled a little smile at that thought. Jane had been so restless the past few days. Her getting together with Eric only to have a forced separation had played havoc on her friend and had made Daria's job of needling her that much easier.
It was almost 1:30 in the morning before Eric stepped foot in his aunt's townhouse. One hour waiting for that stupid cab. I could have walked from the train station and saved the money if I knew it was going to take that long. He flipped on the living room light and looked around. The place was pretty much how he left it. Most of the mail had been neatly stacked on the table near the door with only a few pieces of junk mail in the mail slot. Aunt Julie must have been here recently. Eric took his bags to his room and found more evidence of his aunt's recent presence in the form of a neatly wrapped present sitting on his bed. Eric removed the note attached to the package and read it. Merry Christmas Eric, I found this while on layover in London and thought of you. I hope you like it. Julie Intrigued, Eric carefully opened the package at the seams and found a olive drab wool pullover sweater of the type worn by the Royal Marines. Eric ran his fingers over the dense fabric and admired the quality of the garment. He carefully placed the present back into its box and placed it on his desk. 1:45 a.m. here but its only 6:45 in Hawaii, I'm not sleepy, what am I going to do for the next five hours? Eric finally fell asleep near dawn.
Brrrrr. It's cold in here. Instinctively, Daria reached to pull here blankets tighter but her hand found nothing. Puzzlement made its way into her sleep addled mind. Where did they go? She reached further down the bed in search of her covers but to no avail. She surrendered to the fact she would have to open her eyes and admit to wakefulness.
"Gah!!" she screamed as she opened her eyes to the sight of Quinn standing over her. Daria reached for her glasses and Quinn came into focus. She was grinning.Daria caught her breath. Eric sent her a post card asking to do something? Take it easy, he said only if I was bored enough. He isn't coming on to you. This isn't Tom again. Fully awake now, her mind was racing. You have to go feed the cats anyways, go check to see if he sent Jane a card too. Daria dressed quickly and sprinted out of the house towards Jane's.Quinn looked at her sleepy sister and smiled at the joke she played on her. "God, Daria, how can you spend so much time sleeping? Here, you got some mail."
Quinn thrust what looked like a post card towards Daria. That got here quick, Jane has only been gone two days. Daria took the offered card. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," she replied sincerely and left.
Daria looked at the post card and smiled. It was a picture of a small village being consumed by a lava flow, the photo looked recent. She flipped the card over to read the note. Her eyes widened as she read the card.
Hi Daria,
I found this card and immediately thought of you. Hawaii is beautiful and the weather mild. You really have to be here to appreciate it. Tomorrow, we're going snorkeling and to check out the island. Odds are I beat this card to Lawndale, if you're bored enough during the break maybe we can go do something. Wishing you a belated Merry Christmas,
Eric
Arriving at Jane's, she checked the mail box but the mail had not come yet. She decided to go feed the cats and wait. Shortly after two, the mail arrived. Daria furiously sorted through the Lane's mail until she found what she was after. He did send her one, Daria thought with a sigh of relief. Maybe just a peek.
Hi Jane, it's 3:30 in the morning and I can't find the words to express what I am feeling. I wish you were here to see Hawaii with me. You would find a million things you could paint here. Mostly, I miss seeing you, being able to talk to you, your sense of humor, and holding you. Tomorrow, we're going snorkeling and then to a Luau. I hope you and Trent had a good time in San Francisco.Feeling both relieved and ashamed, Daria gently placed the card back in the pile of Lane mail.
Yours truly,
Eric
Chapter 15
Daria flipped through the channels looking for something interesting to watch. Nothing but holiday specials, could it be any more depressing? She had been reading for most of the day and she wasn't in the mood to do it any more. The phone rang but she ignored it, with Jane out of town there was no one to call her.
"Daria, phone. Some guy," Quinn called from the kitchen.Daria frowned at his choice of words but Eric didn't seem to mean anything by it.Daria picked up the cordless phone, "Hello?"
"Hi Daria, it's Eric. Happy Holidays. I wanted to ask you something."
The uneasy feeling she had came back to her, "Um, what did you want?"
"Did Jane ask you to take care of their house while they're gone?"
"Yes, I've done it before for them."
"I was wondering, if I gave you something, would you put it on Jane's bed for me?"
"What is it?"
"Just the souvenir I got her."
"Tell you what, you can come with me tomorrow when I feed the cats and do it yourself."
"It's a date."
"I'll give you a call before I head over to Jane's tomorrow."Eric arrived at Jane's shortly after Daria finished feeding the cats. He placed Jane's gift on her bed then met Daria on the front porch. They began to walk back towards Daria's after she locked up Casa Lane. A cold winter wind blew against their backs causing Eric's open duster style coat to billow. Daria frowned as her long hair swirled about her face."Thanks, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye."
"Ugh, I'm going to have a hell of a time brushing out these tangles. I should get a haircut," she said, mostly to herself.Daria and Eric continued to chat as they eat their pizza and Daria started to feel more relaxed around Eric."Don't do that, you look good with long hair," Eric replied, then he yawned mightily. "Pardon me," he said, a little embarrassed.
"Don't tell me I'm boring you already," Daria deadpanned.
"No, I woke up about 15 minutes before you called. I guess I'm not quite awake yet."
"Jane says your an early bird, why so late? She hasn't corrupted you already has she?"
Eric chuckled, "No, not yet. I didn't fall asleep until 3:00 a.m. I'm still on Hawaii time. I haven't eaten yet, did you feel like getting some pizza?"
"Pizza for breakfast? Are you getting ready for college?"
"No, if I was, the pizza would have to come from a box that's been sitting on the couch for three days. So how was your Christmas?"
"The usual, I got books as presents. Not that I mind. It's better than getting someone else's idea of what you should wear. About half way through opening presents, my mom's boss called and wanted her to go into the office in spite of the fact we were snowed in."
"Yeah, I noticed all the snow when I got in the other night. Damn, I missed it."
"You've never really lived where it snows have you?"
"No, this was going to be my first big snow season."
"Trust me, there'll be more. This is my third winter in Lawndale and this place gets plenty."
"So, how has Jane been?" Eric asked, a little too nonchalant.
"She's fine, she and Trent made it to the airport in time and are in San Francisco. This new guys she's seeing has had her on cloud nine the past week." Daria watched Eric's reaction closely.
"I see," he replied, slightly crestfallen.
Daria was relieved to see the disappointment in Eric's face. He only has eyes for Jane. She relaxed a little with that thought. "I was referring to you."
"Oh," Eric was smiling broadly now, "Does she really seem happy?"
"Yes, the happiest I've seen her in a while. Thanks for the postcard by the way."
"Your welcome. I almost got a souvenir for you but they were out."
"What was it?"
"A grass skirt and coconut bra."
Daria gave him a dubious look.
"I'm kidding Daria. I would never get you that." She relaxed a little, then Eric pounced, "I don't know your size."
Daria answered with a smirk as they arrived at the pizza place. Pizza King was nearly deserted when they arrived. They ordered their food and took a seat at one of the booths.
"So how was your Christmas? Spending it in Hawaii is different."
"It was nice. Since we all flew there, we really didn't exchange presents. We gave each other only token gifts. Mostly, it was more like a vacation where we spent the time doing tourist stuff. It was fun. The strangest thing was going to the Polynesian Cultural Center and being given a tour by a blond girl. The center is run by the Mormon Church. How's that for irony?"
"You're joking right?"
"Nope. So, seriously, Jane seems happy?"
"Yes, you're really concerned about this aren't you?"
"It's that Jane has more experience at this than me, I'm concerned that she might get bored while I'm still on the learning curve."
"I wouldn't worry about it." Jane could do worse.
"That's a relief."
"It's pretty cool you like going to the arcade. What types of games do you like to play?" Eric asked.Done with their pizza, the two head off to the arcade. When they arrive, the game they want is available. They deposit their money and begin to play, Eric on the left and Daria on the right. Eric does better than Daria but not decidedly so, he just maintains better fire discipline. Daria has killed a couple of civilians but she isn't bothered by it."Mostly, I like shooting games and fighting games. I'm not too into the sports games."
"Good, have you ever played 'Lethal Enforcers'?"
"Is that the one where you use a pistol to shoot the criminals?"
"Yup, it's my favorite along with the sniper game. It has a two player option, did you want to try it?"
"It's no 'Cannibal Frag Fest' but I'll give it a try."
"Feel like getting something to drink?" Daria asked.Daria and Eric get some sodas and grab one of tables. While they are talking, Kevin and Brittany enter."All right. My trigger finger is kind of tired."
"Come on, Brit. I heard the new 'Rat Boy' game came in, help me find it."The wind blew into their faces as they walked back to Daria's house. Eric still wore his coat open, the new sweater from his aunt keeping him warm. Daria studied Eric as they walked back to her house."Kevey, wouldn't you rather do something more romantic than play video games?"
Facing the door, Eric was the first to spy the pair. "Battle Stations, Daria, two targets bearing 060 true."
Daria wasn't sure of Eric's terminology but there was no mistaking the expression on his face. She glanced over her shoulder and saw what he was looking at. "Oh no."
"I suggest we beat a hasty retreat."
"Too late."
"Daria, Eric, what are you doing here?" asked Kevin.
"We're waiting for them to give away the new car to the 1000nth customer who uses the virtual reality machine. They're on 997," Daria bluffed.
"Come on, babe. Maybe we can be the winners!" Kevin took the bait.
"Kevey, you're so smart!" praised Brittany as they left.
"Nicely done, now let's get the flock out of Dodge."
"Right behind you," Daria replied as she got out of her seat.
"May I ask you something?"Daria went inside the house and watched Eric leave. That wasn't so bad."Sure."
"You seem fairly bright. Why were you on the football team?"
"Because I enjoy it."
"But you don't hang out with the team, we just ditched Kevin and Brittany, you never wear your jersey or jacket at school. It doesn't compute."
"I enjoy the game. Especially playing defense. In a way, it's like playing chess with pieces that can adapt and think for themselves. It's a challenge. I don't do it for the trappings or lifestyle of the team. I like the sport."
"You're an odd one," Daria smirked.
"Thanks, I think," he smirked back.
Chapter 16
Jane unlocked the front door while Trent got his bags from the car. They had a wonderful time in San Francisco but it was good to be home. Jane turned on the lights as she walked into the living room. Everything looked in order. The cats came running to her and began to cry. Did Daria forget to feed them today? Jane went to the kitchen to feed the cats when she saw a note on the kitchen counter. It was written in Daria's neat, if cramped, writing.
1/2Jane smiled at Daria's efficiency and thoroughness.
Welcome home Jane,The cats have been fed today. The mail is on the kitchen table. See you tomorrow at school.
Daria
"What 'cha reading," Trent asked looking over her shoulder.Jane left Trent in the kitchen and took her bags to her room. She was pleasantly surprised by the sight of a neatly wrapped present sitting on her bed. She dropped her bags and rushed to examine her gift. Picking it up, she could tell without reading the card it wasn't from Daria. The package was too neatly wrapped. The paper had been stretched tight around the box. So tight that it wouldn't move at all when she picked it up. The folds in the paper had sharp, precise creases in them. This has Eric written all over it. Jane opened the small card attached to the present."Just a note from Daria saying the cats have been fed already."
"Cool."
Merry Christmas Jane. I picked this up while I was in Hawaii. Give me a call when you get in.He must have gotten Daria to put it here. Never shy about presents, Jane tore into the package, which wasn't very easy to do. It was sealed tight as a drum. Removing the lid from the box revealed several smaller packages nested inside. The unwrapped one was a bag of Kona Coffee. She squeezed the bag and inhaled the aroma. The rich scent was heavenly. The other gifts were wrapped with the same care shown on the larger box. She carefully opened the small one and found a pair of wooden pineapple earrings. Jane smiled, Eric had remembered her admonishment to him before he left. The larger package contained a picture book of land and seascapes from from around the islands. Jane sat on her bed and looked through the book. It had many spectacular scenes which she could interpret into paintings. Jane was touched by the thoughtfulness of the gifts. She looked at the clock, 11:15 p.m. Too late to call? Yes, I'll see him tomorrow at school.Yours, Eric
"Janey."Eric sat in class as he waited for Jane. He was looking forward to seeing his girlfriend. Girlfriend. Eric grinned to himself when he thought of that. He thought he would be a total pariah after what happened the first day of school. Instead, things had turned out rather well. He made a friend in Daria and a girlfriend in Jane.She snapped out of her reverie at the sound of Trent's voice. "Yeah?"
"You got some mail." Trent held a thin stack out to Jane. "Where did the gift come from?"
"Eric," she said as she sorted through the mail and found a card from Eric. She read the card and smirked at its awkward sweetness.
Trent hid a satisfied smile as he turned towards his room. Eric was making Jane very happy.
He watched the door, hoping the next person through would be Jane. Eric began to despair as more and more students came in without a sign of her. Perhaps she slept in like he did on his first day back. Then Eric saw her distinctive boots come into view. His body tensed in anticipation as she came through the door. Jane looked at him and he could feel his pulse quicken. She had a small smirk on her face as she came near.
"Hey, Jane." A slight smile flashed across his face.Eric was about to reply when Kevin and Brittany interrupted"Hey." Jane briefly put her hand on his then withdrew it remembering how uncomfortable he was with public displays of affection.
"What time did you get in last night?"
"About 11:00 p.m. I figured it was too late to call."
"Eric, you da man. Did they teach you that in army school?"Daria neared the door to Mr. DiMartino's class when she heard Eric yell. Why is Eric yelling? As she asked herself the question, Jane came storming out of the class room and gave Daria a look of undisguised contempt. Eric quickly followed Jane, he gave Daria a puzzled look."Kevin, what are you talking about?" Eric and Jane shared a puzzled look.
"Ooh look Kevey, now he's after Jane."
"Way to go, get 'em both!"
Eric was getting irritated, his reunion with Jane was being interrupted by these idiots. For the first time, Jane saw real anger in Eric's face. "Will one of you start making sense," Eric growled, sounding a lot like Mr. DiMartino.
"You know, like how you beat up that guy and took Daria from him for yourself. But why her, man? Last week you're with Daria at the arcade and this week you're goin' after Jane. Just like that Tom dude only in reverse. How do you do it?" Kevin gave Eric a sly wink.
Jane's blood ran cold. It was happening again, just as she feared. Daria did it again. Eric looked at Jane. "What's he talking about 'like Tom in reverse'?"
"Why don't you ask your new girlfriend Daria!" Jane hissed before she stormed out of the room.
Stunned by what happened, Eric looked at the dim duo. "Do you two ever know what you're talking about?" Eric yelled at them before he ran after Jane.
Inside the class room, most of the students sat in stunned silence. Only Brittany said anything. "Kevin, did we say something wrong?"
All eyes were on Daria as she entered. Uh oh. This can't be good. Soon Eric returned without Jane. He didn't look happy.
"What happened? Where's Jane?"Eric sat silently listening to Daria recount what happened with Tom. His only reaction was to place his hands on the sides of his head and begin to massage his temples.Eric's look shot daggers at Kevin and Brittany. "She gave me the slip. I went around the corner and ran into Ms. Li." Eric's voice was low and sullen. "I need you to explain something to me. The dim bulbs mentioned something about 'doing a Tom in reverse' and then Jane went ballistic. What were they talking about?"
Oh Crap! Daria let out a sigh. "I'll tell you about it at lunch."
"Then in August, Tom and I got back together. You came to school in September and that's about it."Since school hadn't officially started, Jane didn't need to check out. She would be reported absent today. Tomorrow, she would forge another note from her mother and check back in, just as she had done so many times before. For now, Jane lay on her bedroom floor in her bed cloths, curled up in a ball. She couldn't believe it was happening again. She thought Eric was so solid and dependable. Now her nightmare had come true. No sooner was she out of town then he ran to Daria. And Daria, after what happened with Tom, how could she do this to her again!"Daria, I'm sorry if I came between you and Tom."
"Don't be. I've been thinking about it for a while now and it's okay. Don't get me wrong, it still hurts and there are times I wish we could get back together. But I also realize, the problem wasn't you. What happened would have happened eventually. If it wasn't you, it would have been someone else and maybe it wouldn't have been handled as cleanly. Tom could be dead right now if he tangled with someone in less control of themselves. Now maybe he'll do something about his jealousy."
"So, when Jane heard them say they saw us at the arcade together, she thought what happened with Tom was happening again?"
"Basically. She really likes you Eric, she fought down her own feelings for you before you kissed her. Now she thinks her world has become unglued again because of what those two said."
"How am I supposed to prove a negative? How am I going to convince her nothing happened. You have to help me Daria, I'm in way over my head."
"The person you need is Trent. If we can convince him nothing is going on between us, you stand a fighting chance with Jane. She trusts him. He might not be able to do anything on time, but when it comes to people he can be surprisingly perceptive."
"I hope so."
Jane had been rocking back and forth on the floor for almost the whole day. The phone had rung several times, but she didn't answer it. After school, someone knocked on the front door but she didn't answer it either.
Trent was exhausted. Unlike Jane, he was feeling the effects of jet lag. 7:30, that was late even for him. He looked at the window and realized he slept the entire day away. Trent sat up and felt a little woozy. Whoa. I hope Jane left some coffee from this morning. He slowly teetered into the hall and made his way to towards the kitchen. Going down the stairs, he noticed Jane's red jacket lying in a heap on the steps. Strange. He continued down the stairs and saw her backpack by the front door. What's going on? Jane could be sloppy, but not like this. A wave of concern passed though Trent and he headed back upstairs. He put his ear to Jane's door. Silence. He knocked on the door.
"Janey?" Silence. He tried again.Worried, Trent opened the door. His jaw dropped at what he saw. Jane lay on the floor in the fetal position, her arms tightly wrapped around her legs. Trent rushed to his sister's side."Janey, you in there?" More silence.
"Jane! What's wrong? What happened?" There was no response. Trent knelt down and lifted his sister into a sitting position. He sat down next to her. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her next to him. His touch seemed to snap her out of her stupor. She leaned her head on his shoulder and began to sob quietly.Trent left her room and headed back to his own. He picked up the phone and started to dial."Jane, tell me what happened," he asked more gently this time.
After a long silence, Jane answered. "It happened again, just like I feared. While we were out of town, Eric and Daria got together. They're dating."
"What? Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure!" Quieter now, "People saw them together. This is Tom all over again."
"Weird. You guys looked happy together before he left. Not like at the end with you and Tom when you were always fighting."
"That's what makes this worse. I didn't see it coming. I was looking forward to seeing him this morning and then I heard they were seen together at the arcade."
"Jane, have you talked to them at all about this?"
"No. There's nothing to talk about. Trent, I kind of want to be alone. Thanks for coming to check on me."
Trent let go of her and got up. "Okay, but if you need me you know where I am."
"Sure."
Chapter 17
Daria lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. Telling Eric the history of her relationship with Tom brought a flood of painful memories. It also brought back good ones. If this had started as a normal relationship, the good times would have outweighed the bad. It did feel good to know he cared for me, found me attractive, liked my personality. Tennyson was right. But because of the way it started, Eric and Jane might never know what could be. That thought depressed her most of all. When did the ripple effects from what she and Tom did end? Now Eric was paying for the damage done to Jane. But how could she make it right? She and Eric had been trying to get in touch with Jane all day. They even went to her house after school but she wouldn't answer the door. No, they needed someone on the inside, they needed Trent.
"Daria, phone. It's Jane's brother," Helen called from below.Trent hung up the phone and considered what was said. Even when the Tom thing went down, Daria always told the truth. When she kissed Tom, she confessed right away. No, Daria wouldn't lie about this. Daria believed Eric's feelings for Jane were genuine. So did he, Trent saw the way Eric looked at Jane, he could tell Eric was into her. It was all a terrible misunderstanding. But what could he do fix it? Jane wasn't talking to him right now, he needed to get Jane to loosen up. Trent's stomach started to growl, reminding him he still hadn't eaten.Sure, why didn't it work that way when I liked him. "Thanks, Mom. I got it."
"Hey, Trent."
"Hey, Daria. I called because I'm trying to figure out what happened between Eric and Janey. She said you and Eric were dating now."
"No. It's all a terrible mistake. While you and Jane were in San Francisco, Eric and I went out for pizza and went to the arcade. Two people from school saw us there and the rumors started to fly. They thought Eric and I were on a date, then they saw Eric talking to Jane and thought he was after her. So they made a stupid comment about it being like Tom in reverse. Jane knowing she and Eric were together beforehand thought it was just like with Tom and stormed out. We haven't seen her since."
"I think she's been in her room all day. When I woke up, I found her in her room curled up in a ball. I think she may have been like that ever since she came home."
"Has she said anything else?"
"Nope. I pretty much told you everything. I'm sure I know what the answer is, but I have to ask. Is there anything going on between you and Eric?"
"Nothing. I don't hate him. He's a good guy, but I don't think of him in a romantic sense."
"I believe you Daria, I know you wouldn't lie about something like that. So who told Janey you and Eric were on a date?"
"Kevin and Brittany. You remember her. Mystik Spiral played at her house."
"Oh, her. Jane took the word of those two?"
"I know, but she's so unsure of things. She's willing to believe the worst no matter how dubious the source. Trent, Eric truly likes Jane. Can you do something to help him. I would try but Jane won't speak to me."
"Okay, I'll see what I can do. But no promises."
"Do what you can. Thanks Trent. You're a good brother."
"Thanks. Later."
"Later."
Trent went across the hall to Jane's room and knocked on the door. "Janey, you still up?"Trent waited for Jane on the living room couch wondering how he would broach the topic. He already decided he wouldn't tell Jane he had spoken to Daria about this. He had to convince Jane she was jumping to conclusions. "Kevin and Brittany" he muttered."Yes, I don't feel like talking."
"I know, I'm going to get some food. Did you want to come."
The mention of food awoke Jane's dormant appetite. She hadn't eaten since breakfast, more than twelve hours ago. "Okay, but I don't want to discuss this. Let me change my clothes."
"I'll wait in the living room. Bring a jacket, it's cold out."
"What was that?" Jane asked as she stood at the base of stairs.Trent coaxed his car to life and eased it out of the driveway. It was like a refrigerator inside and the heater took forever to warm up. Jane noticed Trent already had his gloves on, the steering wheel must be cold as ice. Jane reached into her pockets and pulled out her own gloves. She froze as she looked at them. Trent noticed her sitting perfectly still."Oh nothing, just trying to think of a new name for the band." Trent stood up and headed for the front door.
"So where did you want go?"
"How about I let you pick, my treat."
Jane eyed him suspiciously but didn't see anything other Trent's usual expression. "Okay, how about the waffle place again."
"Sounds good."
"What's wrong Jane? Why aren't you putting on your gloves? Aren't you freezing?"Trent eased his car up to the curb in front of Eric's house. The light was on in Eric's bedroom."They aren't mine, their Eric's." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Sensing an opportunity, Trent went for it. "Well, you might as well put them on. No point in freezing your hands because of him."
"How can you be so callous?"
"Why do you care? After what he did to you, you might as well get some use out of them before you give them back."
"That's a little cold blooded don't you think? It sounds too much like something Quinn would do."
"Who?"
"Daria's sister."
"Oh right, Daria's sister. So how did you find out about Daria and Eric's date?"
"Kevin and Brittany. You know, the girl whose crystal you shattered."
"Oh her. Wow they saw them doing stuff, huh."
"Actually, they never said what they saw. I just listened to their version of the events."
"You took their word for what happened?"
Jane started to have a different kind of queasy feeling in her stomach. "Yes."
"But you never asked Daria or Eric what happened?"
"No." The queasy feeling got worse.
"Mmmm."
"Mmmm, what? Oh hell, I might have made a big fool of myself, huh?"
"Maybe. Before you write your best friend and your new boyfriend off, shouldn't you get their side of the story?"
"Probably. Trent would you drive me to Eric's house?"
"Sure." Trent hid his satisfied smile.
"You can go get something to eat, just wait around until I go inside. I'll give you a call when I need a ride back."Jane reached for the door bell then pulled back. I can go through with this. Deciding she had to know for sure, she rang the bell."No problem." Trent watched Jane slowly walk up the steps to Eric's house. It was all in Eric's hands now.
Eric sat at his desk trying to do some homework. Trying was the operative word. He had read the same page 4 times and still didn't know what it said. Jane. Eric kept replaying the scene over in his mind. One minute Jane was looking at him with what could only be described as affection in her eyes, the next all he saw was her backside as she stormed out of his life. He heard the front door bell ring. Who would come calling at this time of night? Looking through the peep hole, Eric saw a familiar shock of black hair. He opened the front door excitedly.
"Jane!" Hope was in his voice.Eric gave Jane a crooked little smile. Slowly, he leaned forward and kissed her tenderly. Jane's initial response was tentative, almost nonexistent, but his sincerity won her over and she responded in kind. Afterwards, Eric embraced Jane, whispering in her ear, "I've been waiting two weeks to do that.""Hi, Eric, I, um, came to return your gloves." Her hand jutting forward with the garments.
"Oh, thanks." The disappointment evident as he took them from her.
"Did you have a minute to talk?" She was having a hard time getting to the point.
"Um, sure. Come on in." Eric tried not to get his hopes up.
On seeing Jane enter, Trent pulled away.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Eric motioned Jane to one of the living room chairs.
"Well, I never gave you a chance to tell your side of what happened."
"Okay. Nothing happened. The day after I came home I called her so I could meet her and put my present on your bed. Daria and I went and had some pizza for lunch. We talked a little. Then we went to the arcade. Played a couple of games. Had a soda. Saw Kevin and Brittany. Ditched Kevin and Brittany. Walked home." His tone was harsher than he wanted.
"That's all?"
"That's all. We didn't do anything we wouldn't do if you were there." Eric softened his voice slightly. "Except, we talked about how much I like you."
Damn! Why would I take the word of Kevin and Brittany.
"Look, during lunch Daria explained to me what Kevin and Brittany were talking about. I realize what happened with Tom must make it hard for you to trust me and my going to have pizza with Daria must have struck a nerve. I'm not going to lie to you. I like Daria, deep down she's a good person. But I'm not attracted to her like I am to you. You're the one I came home to."
"I'm sorry I over reacted." Contrition was evident in her voice. "Before, you wanted me to be patient with you if you screwed up. I guess I should ask you for the same thing. You don't have to be new at this to screw up." She was diligently studying the tips of her boots.
Eric got up from his chair and knelt in front of Jane. Placing his hands on hers, he tried to get Jane to look at him. He gently kissed her forehead then stooped low to find her eyes. "Come on Jane, I know you're in there," he teased lightly. She smiled a little at his attempt at humor and lifted her head to look at him.
Jane held Eric tightly, as if she was afraid to let go. They held each other, without saying anything, for a long while. Each lost in their own thoughts but savoring their contact with the other.
While he held her, Eric thought about how fragile his new relationship with Jane was. Like a seedling, it had the potential to grow into something grand, but right now it needed lots of nurturing and care. Jane was passionate and adventurous but also volatile and still licking her wounds from her time with Tom.
Jane took a deep breath to calm herself. She snuggled closer to Eric, trying to absorb some of his strength. Eric had worried his inexperience would cause them trouble, instead Jane's experience proved just as dangerous. The past had reached out to pull her down and almost succeeded. If it wasn't for Trent, I could have made a big mistake. She came close to losing someone who had become very important to her, worse she treated her best friend shabbily with wild accusations. She had to mend fences with Daria.
Jane felt Eric release his hold on her and he looked at her with a sheepish grin. "I need to stand up, my leg is falling asleep," he confessed.The wind had stopped and the neighborhood was silent except for the occasional car but those were few and far between. Eric kept his glove less hands in the pockets of his duster but his arm was linked with Jane's. Jane was describing her trip to him but mostly he was glad she still wanted be on his arm."That's okay, I should be going. There's something else I need to do."
"Here, you'll probably be needing these." He handed Jane his gloves. "If you want, I could walk over to Daria's with you."
Jane's eyes went wide, "How did you know?"
"Call it a hunch."
"I would appreciate the company."
"Let me get my coat."
"So Trent thinks he can develop a few good songs from what we did and saw."
"That's good, I'm glad he got something out of the trip. How about you? Any inspiration, flashes of lightning, or such?"Eric could see the animation in Jane's face as she described what she saw. Her eyes were on fire with inspiration. He could tell from her expression she was reliving that moment on the deck of the ferry. I wish I had half the passion she had. Maybe that's why I care about her so. Daria's house loomed up and Eric knew it was time for him to leave."I did see one thing. When we came back from Alcatraz, it was late in the afternoon and the sun was low on the horizon. There were some low clouds that reflected the sunlight. I looked at the Golden Gate and it was backlit with this amazing light I have never seen before. I couldn't take my eyes off it. There were shades of orange, red and bronze I can't describe. I can see it, almost touch it but I can't put it into words."
"I'll see you tomorrow at school. Good luck with Daria. You're going to call Trent to pick you up, right?"Jane watched Eric as he turned and walked back towards his house. He worries about me. She found she had contradictory feelings about it. On one hand, she was annoyed that he would and on the other, touched that he did. She smirked at herself for feeling this way. Now to face Daria she thought as she walked up to the Morgendorffers and rang the door bell."Yes, you don't have to worry about me. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay, bye." He gave her a quick peck on the lips.
"Bye."
Daria's father answered the door. "Hi, Jane-o. Happy New Year."Jane softly knocked on Daria's door."Hello, Mr. Morgendorffer. Happy New Year to you too. May I speak to Daria?"
"Call me Jake. Sure, she's in her room. Go on up."
"Thanks."
"Enter," Daria responded as she lay on her bed."Hi, Daria." Daria sat up when she saw Jane enter. "May I talk to you?"
"Certainly." Daria looked at a very subdued Jane. Trent must have spoken to her. "What did you want to talk about?"
"I wanted to apologize for the way I was acting before. I jumped to the wrong conclusion and I'm sorry. What Kevin and Brittany said struck a nerve. I guess what happened made me more paranoid than I thought."
"I can understand why you would feel that way, but I've learned my lesson too. I would never do that to you again."
"I know. I'm glad that you and Eric get along." Jane looked around and saw Eric's postcard on Daria's book case. "Did Eric sent you that?"
"Yes, go ahead and read it."
Jane looked at the picture then flipped over the card. The note was friendly but hardly emotional. "He sure knew what card to send you."
"Yeah, the same for you." Daria confessed, knowing what would come next.
"You read mine?"
"Yes. When I got his card I had the same fears as you. So after I fed the cats I waited for your mail to arrive and read the card he sent you. After I read yours, I knew there was nothing to worry about, that's why I agreed to go to have pizza. He cares only for you Jane. You should see the way his face lights up when he talks about you."
"He told me all about pizza and the arcade. I'm sorry Daria, I should have given both of you a chance to explain before taking Kevin & Brittany's word."
"That's a good rule to follow with everything regarding those two," Daria quipped.
"So true, so true." Jane agreed, knowing things were going to be all right.
Waffles uber alles is the creation of Nemo Blank and is used by permission.This is the end of the my road for Eric and the rest of the Lawndale gang. If anyone else would like to take a crack at a follow up, feel free.
I would like to thank everyone who has taken the time to read my work. I hope you had as much fun reading it as I have had writing it. This trilogy was first attempt at writing fiction (unless you count progress reports for work ;-) )
Special thanks to those who have taken their time to send me comments, both positive and negative.
Thanks to Sick Sad Danielle for helping me come up with the title for this story.
Last but not least, thanks to SKippY, Psychic Refugee for beta reading Precipitate and Entropy and advertising my work in general.
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