Well, I figured it was about time I wrote a Daria fic..so here it is..I
give you my first attempt at a Daria fic!!! Now, I sorta messed with
everything you know about Daria, regarding the plot and stuff. This takes
place directly after Lane Miserables, so any episodes that occur after that
never happened. Just trust me here, ok? R&R please! ^_^ Praise is
welcome (hint hint lol)...
Disclaimer: I dun own any of these characters, nor do I have permission to use them in this fic..but oh well.I dun care..read away people, read away...
"Too bad you're not a few years older, huh? I could take you out."
It was the day after Jane and Trent had stayed over. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Trent's words repeated over and over in my head. What exactly did it mean? Did it mean he liked me but knew it wouldn't work out because of the age difference, or did it mean that to him I would always simply be his sister's friend? Or was I reading too much into the whole thing? I was so confused.
In a rare moment of letting my feelings show, I allowed a tear to fall from my eye and slide down my cheek. Not seeing any tissues in sight, I wiped it away with my hand, lest anyone see it and know that even I could cry.
Only seconds later, Quinn appeared in my doorway holding the cordless phone. She held it out toward me. "It's that friend of yours. The one who paints."
I stared at her. "Hello? Earth to Daria.the phone? It's for you. Don't be long, ok? Sandi is supposed to call me soon to let me know where the Fashion Club is meeting tomorrow," she rambled on.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I hadn't even heard the phone ring. I got up and took the phone from Quinn.
"Jane?" I said as Quinn walked away.
"The one and only. Listen, Mystik Spiral has a gig tomorrow at some new teen club. It's gonna be all people like Quinn and Britney who won't appreciate their music. I figured we could go for moral support."
"This wouldn't be one of your schemes to get me and Trent in the same room, would it?"
"Oh no, that's too simple. This is part of one of my schemes to get you and Trent alone. So, you in?"
I sighed. "Sure. Nothing better to do."
"Great! Me and Trent will pick you up around seven tomorrow night."
"Great," I said with my usual enthusiasm. "See you then." I hung up, then headed downstairs to inform the people who call themselves my parents. As usual, Mom was on the phone.
"No, Eric! Tell them I need the papers now!" she screamed into the telephone. "I don't care! You tell them I can't wait two days!" I took one look at her and decided to go find Dad.
Dad was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. 'For once he doesn't look too stressed out. Wow,' I thought. "Um, Dad?"
He looked up from his paper. "Oh, Daria. Glad you came down, kiddo. I found more tapes from when I was young. Wanna watch them with me? do a little father-daughter bonding?"
'Yes, and then let's go have a family picnic in the park,' I thought.
"Well, what do you say, kiddo?" he asked.
I sighed. Watching Dad's not-so-fond childhood memories with him wasn't high on my to-do list. But I felt bad for him. Hopefully after a few minutes of watching it he'd start yelling at the TV and I could sneak away. "Sure, Dad."
I sat down in a chair as Dad hit play. He stared at the TV, watching. But my thoughts strayed.
"Too bad you're not a few years older, huh? I could take you out."
I shook my head. 'Get out of my head!' I screamed silently to myself.
I began to daydream. I was in an amusement park. I was in front of a Ferris Wheel. I really wanted to go on, but not by myself. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Trent.
"Hey, Daria," he said.
"Oh, um, hi, Trent," I said, my skin tingling where his hand still sat on my shoulder.
"You wanna go on with me?" he asked, looking at the Ferris Wheel.
I suppressed a smile. "Sure," I replied, trying not to sound as happy as I felt. Trent grinned at me, and I felt my heart melt. We got on and sat down. We didn't really say anything to each other. Then I felt Trent take my hand.
"Daria? I need to tell you something," he said.
"Yes, Trent?" I replied, looking into his eyes.
"I think I'm in love with you," he said. Without giving me time to respond, he leaned in to kiss me. I closed my eyes, and waited for the feel of his lips on mine.
Instead, I opened my eyes to the sight of my father screaming at the TV. I sighed and got up. I went up to my room, shut the door, and cried all the tears I had held in for all those years.
Disclaimer: I dun own any of these characters, nor do I have permission to use them in this fic..but oh well.I dun care..read away people, read away...
"Too bad you're not a few years older, huh? I could take you out."
It was the day after Jane and Trent had stayed over. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Trent's words repeated over and over in my head. What exactly did it mean? Did it mean he liked me but knew it wouldn't work out because of the age difference, or did it mean that to him I would always simply be his sister's friend? Or was I reading too much into the whole thing? I was so confused.
In a rare moment of letting my feelings show, I allowed a tear to fall from my eye and slide down my cheek. Not seeing any tissues in sight, I wiped it away with my hand, lest anyone see it and know that even I could cry.
Only seconds later, Quinn appeared in my doorway holding the cordless phone. She held it out toward me. "It's that friend of yours. The one who paints."
I stared at her. "Hello? Earth to Daria.the phone? It's for you. Don't be long, ok? Sandi is supposed to call me soon to let me know where the Fashion Club is meeting tomorrow," she rambled on.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I hadn't even heard the phone ring. I got up and took the phone from Quinn.
"Jane?" I said as Quinn walked away.
"The one and only. Listen, Mystik Spiral has a gig tomorrow at some new teen club. It's gonna be all people like Quinn and Britney who won't appreciate their music. I figured we could go for moral support."
"This wouldn't be one of your schemes to get me and Trent in the same room, would it?"
"Oh no, that's too simple. This is part of one of my schemes to get you and Trent alone. So, you in?"
I sighed. "Sure. Nothing better to do."
"Great! Me and Trent will pick you up around seven tomorrow night."
"Great," I said with my usual enthusiasm. "See you then." I hung up, then headed downstairs to inform the people who call themselves my parents. As usual, Mom was on the phone.
"No, Eric! Tell them I need the papers now!" she screamed into the telephone. "I don't care! You tell them I can't wait two days!" I took one look at her and decided to go find Dad.
Dad was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. 'For once he doesn't look too stressed out. Wow,' I thought. "Um, Dad?"
He looked up from his paper. "Oh, Daria. Glad you came down, kiddo. I found more tapes from when I was young. Wanna watch them with me? do a little father-daughter bonding?"
'Yes, and then let's go have a family picnic in the park,' I thought.
"Well, what do you say, kiddo?" he asked.
I sighed. Watching Dad's not-so-fond childhood memories with him wasn't high on my to-do list. But I felt bad for him. Hopefully after a few minutes of watching it he'd start yelling at the TV and I could sneak away. "Sure, Dad."
I sat down in a chair as Dad hit play. He stared at the TV, watching. But my thoughts strayed.
"Too bad you're not a few years older, huh? I could take you out."
I shook my head. 'Get out of my head!' I screamed silently to myself.
I began to daydream. I was in an amusement park. I was in front of a Ferris Wheel. I really wanted to go on, but not by myself. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Trent.
"Hey, Daria," he said.
"Oh, um, hi, Trent," I said, my skin tingling where his hand still sat on my shoulder.
"You wanna go on with me?" he asked, looking at the Ferris Wheel.
I suppressed a smile. "Sure," I replied, trying not to sound as happy as I felt. Trent grinned at me, and I felt my heart melt. We got on and sat down. We didn't really say anything to each other. Then I felt Trent take my hand.
"Daria? I need to tell you something," he said.
"Yes, Trent?" I replied, looking into his eyes.
"I think I'm in love with you," he said. Without giving me time to respond, he leaned in to kiss me. I closed my eyes, and waited for the feel of his lips on mine.
Instead, I opened my eyes to the sight of my father screaming at the TV. I sighed and got up. I went up to my room, shut the door, and cried all the tears I had held in for all those years.