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Daria and its characters are property of MTV, I did not create them.
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So without further say or do,
Here is the sequel to "In His Jeans" by Chameleon
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"In His Jeans: what is the plan?"
Returning home after her fling in the hotel with Trent, Daria Morgendorffer realised that she had some serious thinking to do, and fast. She had only just come to terms at what she had done with Trent, but it had felt good at the time, and she had no objections to it, she just felt that something went wrong, but she couldn't pinpoint where.
Trent had said that they could take things at a pace she was comfortable with, and while she was glad to be his girlfriend now, she wondered whether it really was the right time to be doing all of this. Daria decided to pull over and stop at the library for some time alone before Helen and Jake bombarded her with more questions about college. She couldn't decided why she had chosen Gene Technology over what interested her most; her writing. Making that final decision was based on getting out of Lawndale, sure she could move away and do anything she wanted anywhere, but a career as a scientist reaped far more money than a writer these days. She could always write later if she wished.
Getting out of the car at the library, she locked all the doors, and headed inside. The library still smelt of old books and knowledge, there were the usual uncomfortable chairs and fluorescent lights, probably only the books had changed. She found a comfortable chair in the corner of the Crime section, and drifted into a wave of thoughts.
Trent had swept her off her feet with what he had said, yes.
She did have strong feelings for Trent, yes.
It wasn't the most romantic thing to do, yes.
Did they rush, maybe - that was still a question that she had been unable to answer.
Her stomach rumbled, and she felt sick.
`Must have been that take-away that we scoffed down before hitting off last night.' She thought.
Out of interest, she decided to wonder over to the Science section and see what world famous scientists were finding these days. Her interest in the subject had only grown after she had begun the class. But there was still the issue of her status with Trent, where did they stand now?
She did realise that Trent had a bad history with sticking to commitments, his habits of arriving late to everything, missing deadlines, and with Monique passing in and out of his younger years; this had stunted her with her ability to express her feelings.
She really did wish that things between her and Trent had gotten off on a different foot, there seemed like there was nothing to look forward to. She snapped out of her thought as a library patron passed by. She decided to go and see Trent before she went back home again.
Trent was out the front examining a broken headlight on his car when daria pulled up. She got out of the car and he greeted her with a big hug.
"Hey Trent, what's up?" she asked.
"Not much, I think I broke my headlight on the way back from the motel." He said.
"Uh- can I talk to you about what we did, I don't know how to feel." Daria replied honestly.
"Sure thing daria." Trent said as he led her inside. They headed towards the kitchen, and Trent strolled in and began to make Daria and himself a cup of coffee.
They sat at the table talking about what they had done, and why they had wanted to do it. Daria's stomach was turning at a phenomenal rate, like a coin laundry was operating inside her.
"Uh Trent, I'll be right back, I have got to go to the toilet." She said getting up, she stumbled a few paces, and then feinted in the living room.
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Everything was hazy as she woke up, she realised firstly that she was not at her place. A fuzzy figure stood over her with a concerned look on their face.
"Daria, Daria? Daria?" asked the person, and she soon realised it was Trent.
He had found her after her toilet visit seemed far too long. He was shocked to see her on the floor, but was able enough to carry her upstairs and lay her on his bed with a cold towel over her forehead. She stirred and finally recalled what had happened.
"Trent, is that you?" she said, awakening from a daze.
"Daria, I'm glad you're awake, you feinted in the living room." Trent replied whilst putting his hand on her forehead.
"I feel sick." Daria said, and this time she made it to the bathroom to empty her stomach into the toilet.
Trent stood outside the door. He was genuinely worried about her. She looked slightly whiter than usual, maybe it was just panic.
"Trent, I think I'm going to go home, my parents will be waiting for me, ready to bombard me with more questions." She said whilst cleaning herself up.
"I'll call you later ok?" Trent asked.
"Yeah, I'd like that." She said, gave him a hug then left.
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Later, back at the Morgendorffer house, and after all the chatter after Daria had returned home again and explained her cover up, she went up to her room for a nap.
A couple of hours later she awoke to the phone ringing. She answered the cordless that somehow made its way into her room. It was Jane. She was calling from Mexico where she was touring the local galleries.
"So, have you begun your quest to find a man?" Jane asked.
"Sort of- it's not like I can click my fingers and I have someone." Daria said.
"Yeah, that Major must have been lucky to have Genie." Jane replied, making references to the television show.
"So how is Mexico?" Daria asked.
"Well, the food is pretty good- I've limited my self to a diet of corn chips and melted cheese." She said.
"So basically, it's just nachos for jane-o." Daria said with a laugh.
"You got it!" Jane replied cheerfully.
Helen appeared in the doorway while daria was still talking to Jane, and with the realisation that Helen wanted to talk to her, she said goodbye to Jane and hung up the phone.
"Mom?" Daria asked.
"Daria, I was thinking now that you've basically completed university, you could come back to live here." Helen said, making the proposal.
"Mom, I'd at least like my own apartment, I wouldn't want you and dad to think that you had to support me." Daria said.
"That's basically the idea I had, you could still be close to us whilst getting a job somewhere or doing what you want." Helen said, compromising.
"Yeah, I think I'll do that." Daria said, thinking of Trent at the same time.
"Well, I thought ahead and have gotten some brochures on places to stay if you'd like to have a look?" Helen asked.
"Yeah, thanks mom." Daria said. It was going to be an interesting next few weeks.
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Two weeks later:
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Daria pulled up behind the removalists' van, outside her new apartment. Number 013, how suiting to her style, she thought. Her apartment was 20 minutes walk from her parent's place, and not too much further to the Lane residence.
After moving all of her stuff in, she sat in her reading chair and stared out the window, mentally reminding herself to buy some curtains. The mid-afternoon sun hit her eyes and she hung a spare sheet for the meantime.
Whether she was being lazy or what, she had begun putting on a little weight, and no matter how much she exercised, it still wouldn't budge. It wasn't very noticeable, but all the same she felt fatter than usual.
She began thinking back to her time with Trent. It had seemed magical, but-
"What if I'm pregnant?!" she thought, looking at her stomach.
Her thoughts fitted into place considering her `fatness' and why she always felt sick. She really began to worry.
Once her telephone was connected the next day, she made an appointment with a local doctor, and she made sure it was a different one to her one she had always visited as a child. Her appointment was in the afternoon. Dialing another number on the phone, she waited for someone to answer.
"Hello?" He said.
"Trent, is that you?" Daria answered quickly.
"Yeah, Hey daria, you've moved in now I guess?" Trent asked.
"Yeah, nice place it is. Uh trent, remember when we uh- had sex in the bath at the motel?" She asked.
"Did we use a condom?" She asked, now beginning to panic.
"Uh... ." Trent said, beginning to realise the error.
"Oh no,' Daria began to sob, `Trent, I think I might be pregnant, I have all the telltale signs, and..."
Trent hugged daria tightly, he too was panicked but there was no use worrying, they had to find out.
"Did you want to get a home test or go to the doctor?" he asked.
"I've got an appointment in an hour, will you come with me?" She asked.
"Yeah, anything for you Daria,' trent began, `well the appointment is in an hour, you best come and sit with me and we'll talk about what we could do if it turns out positive."
"I guess it would be an idea." She said as he took her hand and led her to his room.
She sat on the end of his bed and looked at the floor. Tears began to drip from her eyes as trent sat on the floor in front of her.
"Dariaa-,' trent began, `hey, babe, there's no point getting too upset, I mean, we don't even know whether you are pregnant or not."
"I know trent, but I can't begin to think about if I was, I don't know whether it'd be wise to abort, I'm old enough to have a child, and this is the first time, and probably the last time that I'm ever going to come so close." She said between sobs.
"It will all be alright,' he said, `either way, I'm here to support you daria, I always will be." Trent said, and joining her on the bed.
`Is this a good time?' trent thought to himself, and deciding he had a fifty-fifty chance, he thought it best to leave it until after the doctor's appointment.
"Is it visable yet?" trent asked.
"No, not really, but I can feel it when I wake up in the morning, and I'm getting sick a lot." Daria replied.
"It's been how long since we did it?" Trent asked
"Two weeks, the foetus would still be small, if there's one, but , oh trent, I'm so nervous." Daria began crying again.
"Hey, look, there's about half an hour until your appointment, let's get ready to go, I'll drive slowly and we'll come back here afterwards if we need to talk." Trent said.
"Thanks, I really didn't think I had a clear mind to drive anyway." Daria said.
They sat in the doctors waiting room for what seemed hours, but finally, ontime the female doctor called her in, and she signalled for trent to come in as well.
Daria sat down awkwardly, and trent beside her, they held hands.
"Now, what have you come here for today?" Dr. Sutton asked.
"Uh, my boyfriend trent and I,' she looked at trent and he nodded her to continue, ` we had intercourse about two weeks ago and I think I may be pregnant." Daria said shakily.
"Did you use a condom?" the doctor asked both of them.
"No." trent replied.
"Well then Daria, if you'll just come with me, we'll get you tested." The doctor said.
The doctor led daria to the adjoining room, and through the door, trent could see the curtain being pulled. Daria tried not to wince as the nurse took some blood, and then daria was allowed to see trent again.
"Now the test results will be ready in five hours, I could give you a call and tell you if you'd like, or I can arrange an appointment for tomorrow morning if you'd prefer that." Dr. Sutton said.
"Can I come in first thing tomorrow morning?" she asked.
"Yes, I'll give you the first appointment." The doctor said, and with that, they got up and the doctor called in the next patient.
After paying all the necessities, and making the extra appointment, trent drove her back to his place. She sat quietly in the car on the way home.
"Daria, can you wait just a minute here?" Trent asked, as he bolted up to his room.
Daria sat down, her legs were wobbling like jelly as she thought over how much things may change in the next day or so.
Trent returned, and sat beside her.
"Daria,' he began, `I've enjoyed every moment with you, and I want to continue to keep having that fun with you, I want to be a part of your life, will you marry me?" trent asked, kneeling down in front of her, producing a gold ring with a single diamond.
Daria was stunned, she sat on the sofa quietly, thinking madly.
"Yes, trent, I will marry you." Daria said.
Trent slipped the ring onto her finger, and they kissed.
Daria smiled, now all of a sudden, things didn't seem so bad. Trent had the power to do that to her.
"So Trent, I guess if I am pregnant, should we keep it?" Daria asked.
"I'm not sure how I'd feel if you were going to have a baby, I'm prepared to become a dad, but I love you daria and I want what's best for you." Trent said.
"I'm old enough to have a baby, Quinn has already got one, and another on the way, and she's only 24."Daria said.
Trent laughed slightly and daria joined in on the giggle. Tomorrow would be a day to change the rest of her life. She hoped she could get enough sleep tonight.
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Next chapter in a week or so
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Daria and its characters are property of MTV, I did not create them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So without further say or do,
Here is the sequel to "In His Jeans" by Chameleon
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"In His Jeans: what is the plan?"
Returning home after her fling in the hotel with Trent, Daria Morgendorffer realised that she had some serious thinking to do, and fast. She had only just come to terms at what she had done with Trent, but it had felt good at the time, and she had no objections to it, she just felt that something went wrong, but she couldn't pinpoint where.
Trent had said that they could take things at a pace she was comfortable with, and while she was glad to be his girlfriend now, she wondered whether it really was the right time to be doing all of this. Daria decided to pull over and stop at the library for some time alone before Helen and Jake bombarded her with more questions about college. She couldn't decided why she had chosen Gene Technology over what interested her most; her writing. Making that final decision was based on getting out of Lawndale, sure she could move away and do anything she wanted anywhere, but a career as a scientist reaped far more money than a writer these days. She could always write later if she wished.
Getting out of the car at the library, she locked all the doors, and headed inside. The library still smelt of old books and knowledge, there were the usual uncomfortable chairs and fluorescent lights, probably only the books had changed. She found a comfortable chair in the corner of the Crime section, and drifted into a wave of thoughts.
Trent had swept her off her feet with what he had said, yes.
She did have strong feelings for Trent, yes.
It wasn't the most romantic thing to do, yes.
Did they rush, maybe - that was still a question that she had been unable to answer.
Her stomach rumbled, and she felt sick.
`Must have been that take-away that we scoffed down before hitting off last night.' She thought.
Out of interest, she decided to wonder over to the Science section and see what world famous scientists were finding these days. Her interest in the subject had only grown after she had begun the class. But there was still the issue of her status with Trent, where did they stand now?
She did realise that Trent had a bad history with sticking to commitments, his habits of arriving late to everything, missing deadlines, and with Monique passing in and out of his younger years; this had stunted her with her ability to express her feelings.
She really did wish that things between her and Trent had gotten off on a different foot, there seemed like there was nothing to look forward to. She snapped out of her thought as a library patron passed by. She decided to go and see Trent before she went back home again.
Trent was out the front examining a broken headlight on his car when daria pulled up. She got out of the car and he greeted her with a big hug.
"Hey Trent, what's up?" she asked.
"Not much, I think I broke my headlight on the way back from the motel." He said.
"Uh- can I talk to you about what we did, I don't know how to feel." Daria replied honestly.
"Sure thing daria." Trent said as he led her inside. They headed towards the kitchen, and Trent strolled in and began to make Daria and himself a cup of coffee.
They sat at the table talking about what they had done, and why they had wanted to do it. Daria's stomach was turning at a phenomenal rate, like a coin laundry was operating inside her.
"Uh Trent, I'll be right back, I have got to go to the toilet." She said getting up, she stumbled a few paces, and then feinted in the living room.
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Everything was hazy as she woke up, she realised firstly that she was not at her place. A fuzzy figure stood over her with a concerned look on their face.
"Daria, Daria? Daria?" asked the person, and she soon realised it was Trent.
He had found her after her toilet visit seemed far too long. He was shocked to see her on the floor, but was able enough to carry her upstairs and lay her on his bed with a cold towel over her forehead. She stirred and finally recalled what had happened.
"Trent, is that you?" she said, awakening from a daze.
"Daria, I'm glad you're awake, you feinted in the living room." Trent replied whilst putting his hand on her forehead.
"I feel sick." Daria said, and this time she made it to the bathroom to empty her stomach into the toilet.
Trent stood outside the door. He was genuinely worried about her. She looked slightly whiter than usual, maybe it was just panic.
"Trent, I think I'm going to go home, my parents will be waiting for me, ready to bombard me with more questions." She said whilst cleaning herself up.
"I'll call you later ok?" Trent asked.
"Yeah, I'd like that." She said, gave him a hug then left.
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Later, back at the Morgendorffer house, and after all the chatter after Daria had returned home again and explained her cover up, she went up to her room for a nap.
A couple of hours later she awoke to the phone ringing. She answered the cordless that somehow made its way into her room. It was Jane. She was calling from Mexico where she was touring the local galleries.
"So, have you begun your quest to find a man?" Jane asked.
"Sort of- it's not like I can click my fingers and I have someone." Daria said.
"Yeah, that Major must have been lucky to have Genie." Jane replied, making references to the television show.
"So how is Mexico?" Daria asked.
"Well, the food is pretty good- I've limited my self to a diet of corn chips and melted cheese." She said.
"So basically, it's just nachos for jane-o." Daria said with a laugh.
"You got it!" Jane replied cheerfully.
Helen appeared in the doorway while daria was still talking to Jane, and with the realisation that Helen wanted to talk to her, she said goodbye to Jane and hung up the phone.
"Mom?" Daria asked.
"Daria, I was thinking now that you've basically completed university, you could come back to live here." Helen said, making the proposal.
"Mom, I'd at least like my own apartment, I wouldn't want you and dad to think that you had to support me." Daria said.
"That's basically the idea I had, you could still be close to us whilst getting a job somewhere or doing what you want." Helen said, compromising.
"Yeah, I think I'll do that." Daria said, thinking of Trent at the same time.
"Well, I thought ahead and have gotten some brochures on places to stay if you'd like to have a look?" Helen asked.
"Yeah, thanks mom." Daria said. It was going to be an interesting next few weeks.
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Two weeks later:
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Daria pulled up behind the removalists' van, outside her new apartment. Number 013, how suiting to her style, she thought. Her apartment was 20 minutes walk from her parent's place, and not too much further to the Lane residence.
After moving all of her stuff in, she sat in her reading chair and stared out the window, mentally reminding herself to buy some curtains. The mid-afternoon sun hit her eyes and she hung a spare sheet for the meantime.
Whether she was being lazy or what, she had begun putting on a little weight, and no matter how much she exercised, it still wouldn't budge. It wasn't very noticeable, but all the same she felt fatter than usual.
She began thinking back to her time with Trent. It had seemed magical, but-
"What if I'm pregnant?!" she thought, looking at her stomach.
Her thoughts fitted into place considering her `fatness' and why she always felt sick. She really began to worry.
Once her telephone was connected the next day, she made an appointment with a local doctor, and she made sure it was a different one to her one she had always visited as a child. Her appointment was in the afternoon. Dialing another number on the phone, she waited for someone to answer.
"Hello?" He said.
"Trent, is that you?" Daria answered quickly.
"Yeah, Hey daria, you've moved in now I guess?" Trent asked.
"Yeah, nice place it is. Uh trent, remember when we uh- had sex in the bath at the motel?" She asked.
"Did we use a condom?" She asked, now beginning to panic.
"Uh... ." Trent said, beginning to realise the error.
"Oh no,' Daria began to sob, `Trent, I think I might be pregnant, I have all the telltale signs, and..."
Trent hugged daria tightly, he too was panicked but there was no use worrying, they had to find out.
"Did you want to get a home test or go to the doctor?" he asked.
"I've got an appointment in an hour, will you come with me?" She asked.
"Yeah, anything for you Daria,' trent began, `well the appointment is in an hour, you best come and sit with me and we'll talk about what we could do if it turns out positive."
"I guess it would be an idea." She said as he took her hand and led her to his room.
She sat on the end of his bed and looked at the floor. Tears began to drip from her eyes as trent sat on the floor in front of her.
"Dariaa-,' trent began, `hey, babe, there's no point getting too upset, I mean, we don't even know whether you are pregnant or not."
"I know trent, but I can't begin to think about if I was, I don't know whether it'd be wise to abort, I'm old enough to have a child, and this is the first time, and probably the last time that I'm ever going to come so close." She said between sobs.
"It will all be alright,' he said, `either way, I'm here to support you daria, I always will be." Trent said, and joining her on the bed.
`Is this a good time?' trent thought to himself, and deciding he had a fifty-fifty chance, he thought it best to leave it until after the doctor's appointment.
"Is it visable yet?" trent asked.
"No, not really, but I can feel it when I wake up in the morning, and I'm getting sick a lot." Daria replied.
"It's been how long since we did it?" Trent asked
"Two weeks, the foetus would still be small, if there's one, but , oh trent, I'm so nervous." Daria began crying again.
"Hey, look, there's about half an hour until your appointment, let's get ready to go, I'll drive slowly and we'll come back here afterwards if we need to talk." Trent said.
"Thanks, I really didn't think I had a clear mind to drive anyway." Daria said.
They sat in the doctors waiting room for what seemed hours, but finally, ontime the female doctor called her in, and she signalled for trent to come in as well.
Daria sat down awkwardly, and trent beside her, they held hands.
"Now, what have you come here for today?" Dr. Sutton asked.
"Uh, my boyfriend trent and I,' she looked at trent and he nodded her to continue, ` we had intercourse about two weeks ago and I think I may be pregnant." Daria said shakily.
"Did you use a condom?" the doctor asked both of them.
"No." trent replied.
"Well then Daria, if you'll just come with me, we'll get you tested." The doctor said.
The doctor led daria to the adjoining room, and through the door, trent could see the curtain being pulled. Daria tried not to wince as the nurse took some blood, and then daria was allowed to see trent again.
"Now the test results will be ready in five hours, I could give you a call and tell you if you'd like, or I can arrange an appointment for tomorrow morning if you'd prefer that." Dr. Sutton said.
"Can I come in first thing tomorrow morning?" she asked.
"Yes, I'll give you the first appointment." The doctor said, and with that, they got up and the doctor called in the next patient.
After paying all the necessities, and making the extra appointment, trent drove her back to his place. She sat quietly in the car on the way home.
"Daria, can you wait just a minute here?" Trent asked, as he bolted up to his room.
Daria sat down, her legs were wobbling like jelly as she thought over how much things may change in the next day or so.
Trent returned, and sat beside her.
"Daria,' he began, `I've enjoyed every moment with you, and I want to continue to keep having that fun with you, I want to be a part of your life, will you marry me?" trent asked, kneeling down in front of her, producing a gold ring with a single diamond.
Daria was stunned, she sat on the sofa quietly, thinking madly.
"Yes, trent, I will marry you." Daria said.
Trent slipped the ring onto her finger, and they kissed.
Daria smiled, now all of a sudden, things didn't seem so bad. Trent had the power to do that to her.
"So Trent, I guess if I am pregnant, should we keep it?" Daria asked.
"I'm not sure how I'd feel if you were going to have a baby, I'm prepared to become a dad, but I love you daria and I want what's best for you." Trent said.
"I'm old enough to have a baby, Quinn has already got one, and another on the way, and she's only 24."Daria said.
Trent laughed slightly and daria joined in on the giggle. Tomorrow would be a day to change the rest of her life. She hoped she could get enough sleep tonight.
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Next chapter in a week or so
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