I've Got A Match
(Chapter 2 in the "Where Your Eyes Don't Go" Series)
By Anastasia Hunt
Author's note- in case I haven't made it perfectly clear, Daria and other characters belong to MTV and Viacom. I am not making any money from their use, nor do I intend to. So please don't sue me, MTV and Viacom.
Setting- This story takes place 2 weeks after the events of "Lie Still, Little Bottle" (fka "Janey Says...") and is now told from Daria's viewpoint.
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Damn. This has been a strange day. I know I could get more creative than that, but it's been too weird today and I am beat.
In all honesty, it's been weirder than usual for the past two weeks. I'd say it all began with Alison landing on Jane's doorstep- unexpected and definitely uninvited. That was weekend-before-last. To sum it up, she immediately gave off serious slut vibes. To quote Banky from "Chasing Amy", she was probably a bigger germ farm than that monkey in "Outbreak". It's nice to know that Jane has better taste than that.
Anyway, Alison's presence immediately drove Jane and Trent to drink. (Actually, it doesn't take much of excuse for Trent to drink.) I really feel for Jane. I think she handled Alison as best as she could.
For the next two weeks, Jane was creeped out. She practically avoided me and everybody else. Fianlly, she showed up here this morning, needing to talk to me. I was opening a package from Evan Carson (Coyote and Willow's Evan) - he sends me some weird shit through the mail, some of them the oddest of medical oddities for my collection. He does it because he liked my room, I swear to whatever higher power I believe in. That's what he told me. Oh, God.
Anyway, he sent me a big bowl of brownies- I figured his mom made them. It was too early for brownies, at least for me (apparently not for Jane- surprise, surprise.) Fortunately, Mom and Dad were out of the house, and Quinn generally avoids such things. I say fortunately because Jane eventually figured out that the "Magic Brownies" were pretty damn special indeed. Apparently, either Willow shorted a mental fuse, or Evan seriously thought I'd appreciate my baked goods heavily loaded with a psychotropic substance.
Though not entirely clueless, I was inexperienced enough with the effects of marijuana that I couldn't put two and two together. It took Jane a while to figure it out too, considering she waited to tell me until after she told me that she was bisexual.
Apparently, that's what had been making her nervous. She then burst out giggling and raided my kitchen. I chalked her behavior up to stress. She came back, laden with food, and suggested we go get a pizza. It was past lunchtime, so I agreed. Jane kept telling me I needed to try the brownies. I told her I'd wait until after pizza.
Jane's strange behavior continued at the pizza place. She refused to take off her sunglasses once we were inside. She drank soda after soda, and she found the most trivial things amusing. I wanted to get the meal over with and get that loony home. It's nice to want things, isn't it? Just my luck, Tom shows up and makes a beeline for the table. Jane decided to invite him along.
The meal finally ended (with Jane eating more pizza than usual), and we decided to go back to my place, only to find Quinn out of her bedroom and on the couch, stuffing herself with popcorn and on the phone telling somebody to get bent. Jane immediately sat down next to Quinn, who was hanging up the phone.
Quinn said " God. Sandi really needs to learn how to take a joke."
Jane nodded, asking Quinn if she had had the brownies. Quinn burst out giggling, saying something about "shooting her diet to hell but oh well, there was Monday." Tom looked at them both like they had lost their minds. I retrieved the bowl from Quinn and offered him a brownie. Then, I made the
mistake of having two.
I thought I was losing my mind. I was laughing at old episodes of Sick Sad World and MST3K. The four of us were watching TV on the same couch. I let Quinn and Jane give me a makeover- on the condition that it wasn't too involved or painful. God, I was messed up. Tom fetched his Lyra ffrom the car; apparently, he's a closet Dr. Demento fan. (I know that this stuff will come back to haunt me. Maybe I should erase this computer file. The less evidence, the better.)
Anyway, we were awakened from our naps by Dad coming home. Quinn and I reheated the casserole Mom made for dinner (thank God she's out of town, because I don't know how in hell I would explain this to her.) Quinn then went on a date. Tom and Jane stuck around- they're watching the Cheech and Chong marathon on the Bathroom Humor Channel . Jane found the brownies, then asked me if I wanted another. When I said I did, she asked me if I was sure. When I attempted to bitch-slap her into sumission of the brownies, she told me why we had all been acting so strange all day. And to think that I always thought Magic Brownies were a myth.
Dad, of course, had a brownie. He's sleeping peacefully. Very peacefully.
Quinn just got home a while ago. I wondered why she would squander a perfectly good Saturday night at home until I saw half a brownie on the coffe table. That would explain why she was watching Saturday Night Live. Well, she was drooling over Jimmy Fallon.
Tom just left. Looks like Jane is sleeping over. She passed out after telling me all of what happened to her at the artist's colony, and over at her house two weeks ago. She thought I wouldn't take the news of her bisexuality very well. I actually don't blame her- if the situation were reversed, I'd feel the same way.
I'm ready to go to sleep already. I'm exhausted, what with accidentally ingesting an illegal substance with my sister, my dad, my best friend, and my boyfriend, and finding out that my best friend swings both ways. Oh, and my sister seems to like that goon Jimmy Fallon (it could be worse- he's not Tom Green).
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Author's Note (again)
Stay tuned for chapter 3 of the "Where Your Eyes Don't Go" series. It's called "I Should Be Allowed to Think", told by Quinn.
(Chapter 2 in the "Where Your Eyes Don't Go" Series)
By Anastasia Hunt
Author's note- in case I haven't made it perfectly clear, Daria and other characters belong to MTV and Viacom. I am not making any money from their use, nor do I intend to. So please don't sue me, MTV and Viacom.
Setting- This story takes place 2 weeks after the events of "Lie Still, Little Bottle" (fka "Janey Says...") and is now told from Daria's viewpoint.
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Damn. This has been a strange day. I know I could get more creative than that, but it's been too weird today and I am beat.
In all honesty, it's been weirder than usual for the past two weeks. I'd say it all began with Alison landing on Jane's doorstep- unexpected and definitely uninvited. That was weekend-before-last. To sum it up, she immediately gave off serious slut vibes. To quote Banky from "Chasing Amy", she was probably a bigger germ farm than that monkey in "Outbreak". It's nice to know that Jane has better taste than that.
Anyway, Alison's presence immediately drove Jane and Trent to drink. (Actually, it doesn't take much of excuse for Trent to drink.) I really feel for Jane. I think she handled Alison as best as she could.
For the next two weeks, Jane was creeped out. She practically avoided me and everybody else. Fianlly, she showed up here this morning, needing to talk to me. I was opening a package from Evan Carson (Coyote and Willow's Evan) - he sends me some weird shit through the mail, some of them the oddest of medical oddities for my collection. He does it because he liked my room, I swear to whatever higher power I believe in. That's what he told me. Oh, God.
Anyway, he sent me a big bowl of brownies- I figured his mom made them. It was too early for brownies, at least for me (apparently not for Jane- surprise, surprise.) Fortunately, Mom and Dad were out of the house, and Quinn generally avoids such things. I say fortunately because Jane eventually figured out that the "Magic Brownies" were pretty damn special indeed. Apparently, either Willow shorted a mental fuse, or Evan seriously thought I'd appreciate my baked goods heavily loaded with a psychotropic substance.
Though not entirely clueless, I was inexperienced enough with the effects of marijuana that I couldn't put two and two together. It took Jane a while to figure it out too, considering she waited to tell me until after she told me that she was bisexual.
Apparently, that's what had been making her nervous. She then burst out giggling and raided my kitchen. I chalked her behavior up to stress. She came back, laden with food, and suggested we go get a pizza. It was past lunchtime, so I agreed. Jane kept telling me I needed to try the brownies. I told her I'd wait until after pizza.
Jane's strange behavior continued at the pizza place. She refused to take off her sunglasses once we were inside. She drank soda after soda, and she found the most trivial things amusing. I wanted to get the meal over with and get that loony home. It's nice to want things, isn't it? Just my luck, Tom shows up and makes a beeline for the table. Jane decided to invite him along.
The meal finally ended (with Jane eating more pizza than usual), and we decided to go back to my place, only to find Quinn out of her bedroom and on the couch, stuffing herself with popcorn and on the phone telling somebody to get bent. Jane immediately sat down next to Quinn, who was hanging up the phone.
Quinn said " God. Sandi really needs to learn how to take a joke."
Jane nodded, asking Quinn if she had had the brownies. Quinn burst out giggling, saying something about "shooting her diet to hell but oh well, there was Monday." Tom looked at them both like they had lost their minds. I retrieved the bowl from Quinn and offered him a brownie. Then, I made the
mistake of having two.
I thought I was losing my mind. I was laughing at old episodes of Sick Sad World and MST3K. The four of us were watching TV on the same couch. I let Quinn and Jane give me a makeover- on the condition that it wasn't too involved or painful. God, I was messed up. Tom fetched his Lyra ffrom the car; apparently, he's a closet Dr. Demento fan. (I know that this stuff will come back to haunt me. Maybe I should erase this computer file. The less evidence, the better.)
Anyway, we were awakened from our naps by Dad coming home. Quinn and I reheated the casserole Mom made for dinner (thank God she's out of town, because I don't know how in hell I would explain this to her.) Quinn then went on a date. Tom and Jane stuck around- they're watching the Cheech and Chong marathon on the Bathroom Humor Channel . Jane found the brownies, then asked me if I wanted another. When I said I did, she asked me if I was sure. When I attempted to bitch-slap her into sumission of the brownies, she told me why we had all been acting so strange all day. And to think that I always thought Magic Brownies were a myth.
Dad, of course, had a brownie. He's sleeping peacefully. Very peacefully.
Quinn just got home a while ago. I wondered why she would squander a perfectly good Saturday night at home until I saw half a brownie on the coffe table. That would explain why she was watching Saturday Night Live. Well, she was drooling over Jimmy Fallon.
Tom just left. Looks like Jane is sleeping over. She passed out after telling me all of what happened to her at the artist's colony, and over at her house two weeks ago. She thought I wouldn't take the news of her bisexuality very well. I actually don't blame her- if the situation were reversed, I'd feel the same way.
I'm ready to go to sleep already. I'm exhausted, what with accidentally ingesting an illegal substance with my sister, my dad, my best friend, and my boyfriend, and finding out that my best friend swings both ways. Oh, and my sister seems to like that goon Jimmy Fallon (it could be worse- he's not Tom Green).
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Author's Note (again)
Stay tuned for chapter 3 of the "Where Your Eyes Don't Go" series. It's called "I Should Be Allowed to Think", told by Quinn.
