I'm so happy I made it to Ch. 3 of this fic..I have a bad habit of
abandoning stories after the 2nd chapter...x_x..thanx to everyone who read
n' reviewed this fic so far.I feel so loved..well, ya know.my fic feels
loved..whatever..anywayz, here's Ch. 3..sorry it took me so long to
update...there was the whole pre-school frenzy and stuff, then school
started, so I didn't have time to type it up and upload it here..but it is
finally here..and this chapter turned out so much different than it was
supposed to..but now I have direction for this fic.finally...R&R like
alwayz.^_^..oh, before I forget..this chapter is from Trent's
perspective..I'll throw it back to Daria in the next chapter, but for now,
I let you enter the mind of Trent..be afraid, be very afraid..
Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah..same old, same old..
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As Daria and Janey left, I watched them slowly walking up the block until they disappeared around the corner. I sighed, regretting yet another missed chance to tell Daria how I felt. Heading up the steps to my room, my feet felt as if they were made of cement.
Janey thinks I'm completely oblivious to what goes on around me. I'm not. I hear all the hints Janey drops about how Daria feels about me. not that she needs to drop hints. I figured out Daria had a thing for me from the beginning. I mean, she blushes whenever I say anything to her, and always seems kinda nervous when I'm around. You would have to be pretty dense not to notice that..
I'm not nervous with girls. Never have been. And I never had a problem telling them how I felt. But with Daria, it's different. I cant ever seem to find the right time, let alone the right words.
Even if I did manage to tell her, I have to wonder what it would be like. There's the age difference, you know? I have to wonder how that would affect our relationship. Plus, as far as I know, Daria's never had a boyfriend before. I'm more experienced in relationships than she is. Take that comment however you like.
The other thing I worry about is that Daria and I are from two different worlds. She's so smart, and I'm just some guy who barely made it through high school. I'm not stupid or anything, don't get the wrong idea. My teachers used to call me a slacker. Said I had no motivation. Said I never would get anywhere in life. Maybe they were right...
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I walked into my room and grabbed my guitar. I didn't know what time it was, but I figured it was time to head over to Jesse's for Mystik Spiral's practice. [A/N: I know that on the TV show, they always have practice at Trent's house, but for the chapter to work, I decided they were gonna have practice at Jesse's.] 'We really should change the name,' I thought as I headed outside and began the daily search for where I parked my car.
I managed to find it fairly quickly and was about to get in when I saw her. Monique. We'd broken up the night before. With Daria so fresh in my mind, the last person I wanted to see was Monique. I debated jumping in my car and getting away before she saw me, but it was too late. She had spotted me and was heading over to where I was standing.
Even with Daria on my mind, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful Monique looked. In the sunlight, her pale skin looked even paler, but it made her heavily-lined eyes stand out even more. She was stunning.
"Hey," she said, no emotion on her face or in her voice.
"Hey, Monique," I replied, trying to sound normal.
"Listen, I've been thinking a lot since last night, and I think we should stay broken up this time. Our relationship is never going to go anywhere, Trent. God knows I love you, but we're just dragging each other down," she said.
I nodded slowly. Her words hurt, but in my heart I knew they were true.
"That's not all, Trent," she continued. "Listen, I don't know if I should be the one to tell you this or not, but since I'm here and Jesse isn't, I guess I will."
I frowned, confusion clearly showing on my face as I tried to figure out what she was trying to say. "Jesse? What are you talking about, Monique?"
Monique took a deep breath. "I ran into Jesse earlier today, and we started talking. And well, he asked me out. And I said yes. I thought you should know."
I stared at her, letting her words seep in. Emotions burned deep in me. Sorrow for loosing Monique. Anger at being betrayed by my best friend. Confusion toward my feelings for both Monique and Daria. But the anger at Jesse was the strongest. Wordlessly, I got into my car and revved up the engine. I sped off. The tires screeched, and smoke began to come out from under the hood of my car. I knew I was pushing my already fragile car to its limits. But I didn't care.
Faintly behind me, I could hear Monique screaming after me.
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I reached Jesse's house in no time. I double parked my car, got out, and headed in. the front door was open, so I walked right in and down to the basement where we hold practice. As I went down the steps, I could hear Nick and Max arguing and Jesse playing his guitar, ignoring them.
Jesse must have heard me coming down the steps, because he stopped playing and looked up. Oblivious to the hatred I was feeling toward him, he said, "Hey, man. You made it. We gonna practice for the gig tomorrow?
I opened my mouth to reply, but Jesse interrupted me. "By the way, man; have you seen my shirt? I think I left it at your house."
Nick stopped arguing with Max for a second to comment, "What are you talking about? You never wear a shirt."
Jesse was silent for a moment. "Oh yeah.so Trent, you ready for practice?"
By that point, all the anger was gone from my body, and I knew what I had to do. "We're not practicing for the gig tomorrow because we're not doing the gig."
"Huh?" said Max, temporarily forgetting his argument with Nick.
"We're not doing the gig tomorrow," I continued, "because I quit."
"What?" they all said simultaneously. "You can't quit, man. You're lead vocals!," Jesse said.
"You can take lead vocals, Jesse. You already took Monique from me," I said sharply.
Jesse's eyes grew wide. "How'd you know, man?" he said softly.
"I saw Monique before. She told me."
Jesse looked at his feet, avoiding my gaze. "Look, Trent, I'm sorry. It's just, you guys are always breaking up, and I thought.."
I didn't give him a chance to finish. I turned and walked up the steps, out of his house, and got into my car. He didn't go after me.
I sat in my car for a minute, my head in my hands. Slowly, I began to realize what I had just done. I had quit Mystik Spiral. Mystik Spiral was my life. It was the air I breathed, it was the food I ate. It was everything to me.
I closed my eyes took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. Thoughts passed through my head at rapid speeds, but one stood out clearly. 'Yeah, it could work,' I thought. Then, out loud, "Ok, then. I'm gonna go to college."
Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah..same old, same old..
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As Daria and Janey left, I watched them slowly walking up the block until they disappeared around the corner. I sighed, regretting yet another missed chance to tell Daria how I felt. Heading up the steps to my room, my feet felt as if they were made of cement.
Janey thinks I'm completely oblivious to what goes on around me. I'm not. I hear all the hints Janey drops about how Daria feels about me. not that she needs to drop hints. I figured out Daria had a thing for me from the beginning. I mean, she blushes whenever I say anything to her, and always seems kinda nervous when I'm around. You would have to be pretty dense not to notice that..
I'm not nervous with girls. Never have been. And I never had a problem telling them how I felt. But with Daria, it's different. I cant ever seem to find the right time, let alone the right words.
Even if I did manage to tell her, I have to wonder what it would be like. There's the age difference, you know? I have to wonder how that would affect our relationship. Plus, as far as I know, Daria's never had a boyfriend before. I'm more experienced in relationships than she is. Take that comment however you like.
The other thing I worry about is that Daria and I are from two different worlds. She's so smart, and I'm just some guy who barely made it through high school. I'm not stupid or anything, don't get the wrong idea. My teachers used to call me a slacker. Said I had no motivation. Said I never would get anywhere in life. Maybe they were right...
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
I walked into my room and grabbed my guitar. I didn't know what time it was, but I figured it was time to head over to Jesse's for Mystik Spiral's practice. [A/N: I know that on the TV show, they always have practice at Trent's house, but for the chapter to work, I decided they were gonna have practice at Jesse's.] 'We really should change the name,' I thought as I headed outside and began the daily search for where I parked my car.
I managed to find it fairly quickly and was about to get in when I saw her. Monique. We'd broken up the night before. With Daria so fresh in my mind, the last person I wanted to see was Monique. I debated jumping in my car and getting away before she saw me, but it was too late. She had spotted me and was heading over to where I was standing.
Even with Daria on my mind, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful Monique looked. In the sunlight, her pale skin looked even paler, but it made her heavily-lined eyes stand out even more. She was stunning.
"Hey," she said, no emotion on her face or in her voice.
"Hey, Monique," I replied, trying to sound normal.
"Listen, I've been thinking a lot since last night, and I think we should stay broken up this time. Our relationship is never going to go anywhere, Trent. God knows I love you, but we're just dragging each other down," she said.
I nodded slowly. Her words hurt, but in my heart I knew they were true.
"That's not all, Trent," she continued. "Listen, I don't know if I should be the one to tell you this or not, but since I'm here and Jesse isn't, I guess I will."
I frowned, confusion clearly showing on my face as I tried to figure out what she was trying to say. "Jesse? What are you talking about, Monique?"
Monique took a deep breath. "I ran into Jesse earlier today, and we started talking. And well, he asked me out. And I said yes. I thought you should know."
I stared at her, letting her words seep in. Emotions burned deep in me. Sorrow for loosing Monique. Anger at being betrayed by my best friend. Confusion toward my feelings for both Monique and Daria. But the anger at Jesse was the strongest. Wordlessly, I got into my car and revved up the engine. I sped off. The tires screeched, and smoke began to come out from under the hood of my car. I knew I was pushing my already fragile car to its limits. But I didn't care.
Faintly behind me, I could hear Monique screaming after me.
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I reached Jesse's house in no time. I double parked my car, got out, and headed in. the front door was open, so I walked right in and down to the basement where we hold practice. As I went down the steps, I could hear Nick and Max arguing and Jesse playing his guitar, ignoring them.
Jesse must have heard me coming down the steps, because he stopped playing and looked up. Oblivious to the hatred I was feeling toward him, he said, "Hey, man. You made it. We gonna practice for the gig tomorrow?
I opened my mouth to reply, but Jesse interrupted me. "By the way, man; have you seen my shirt? I think I left it at your house."
Nick stopped arguing with Max for a second to comment, "What are you talking about? You never wear a shirt."
Jesse was silent for a moment. "Oh yeah.so Trent, you ready for practice?"
By that point, all the anger was gone from my body, and I knew what I had to do. "We're not practicing for the gig tomorrow because we're not doing the gig."
"Huh?" said Max, temporarily forgetting his argument with Nick.
"We're not doing the gig tomorrow," I continued, "because I quit."
"What?" they all said simultaneously. "You can't quit, man. You're lead vocals!," Jesse said.
"You can take lead vocals, Jesse. You already took Monique from me," I said sharply.
Jesse's eyes grew wide. "How'd you know, man?" he said softly.
"I saw Monique before. She told me."
Jesse looked at his feet, avoiding my gaze. "Look, Trent, I'm sorry. It's just, you guys are always breaking up, and I thought.."
I didn't give him a chance to finish. I turned and walked up the steps, out of his house, and got into my car. He didn't go after me.
I sat in my car for a minute, my head in my hands. Slowly, I began to realize what I had just done. I had quit Mystik Spiral. Mystik Spiral was my life. It was the air I breathed, it was the food I ate. It was everything to me.
I closed my eyes took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. Thoughts passed through my head at rapid speeds, but one stood out clearly. 'Yeah, it could work,' I thought. Then, out loud, "Ok, then. I'm gonna go to college."