Chapter two.
{Hey, I still don't own Daria, or any other Daria character. So don't sue
me!}
This starts where the last story ends.
(Daria and Trent were interrupted by the phone ringing)
Jane: (downstairs) I'll get it! (pause, calling up the stairs) Daria, It's your mom.
Daria: (speaking into the phone) Hello?
(Split screen of Daria and Helen)
Helen: Daria! Are you going to come home for dinner?
Daria: (cover's mouthpiece, to Jane, who just walked in) Can I stay over tonight?
Jane: (looking back and forth at Daria and Trent) Only if you stay out of Trent's room. Who knows what you guys would do in there. (she shutters)
Trent: (warningly) Jane!
Daria: (rolls her eyes, speaking into the phone) Um actually I'm going to stay hear tonight.
Helen: I don't see why you always stay there all the time. Are Joanne's parents even there? What about that Trent fellow? I don't trust him.
Daria: (annoyed) It's Jane! And she's my friend. I have a right to hang out with her once and a while. And for your information Trent is a responsible (cut off by Helen)
Helen: Fine Daria. (cell phone rings) I got to go. Be home by noon.
(Helen hangs up and the split screen turns back to Jane's room. Daria is fuming)
Jane: (carefully, as not to push Daria over board) Um Daria? What did she say?
Daria: (angry, she crosses her arms and sits on the bed) Oh just that she doesn't like me hanging out with you all the time. And that she doesn't trust Trent.
Jane: (sympathetic) I'm sorry Daria.
Trent: Why doesn't she trust me?
Jane: Because you're a musician. You're supposed to be a heart breaker. Your supposed to be one of those guys who take drugs and sleeps with as many women that you can get your hands on.
Trent: (surprised) What? I never did any of that. Well at least I quit doing drugs a few years ago.
Daria: Don't worry about it Trent. It doesn't matter what my mother thinks. It only matters what we think.
Trent: (smiles) That's one of the things I like about you Daria.
(Daria kisses Trent. Jane looks sick)
Jane: (hand over her mouth) Please don't do that. Your gonna make me sick.
Daria: I thought you of all people would be happy that we're together. You being the one who kept trying to push us together in the first place.
Jane: I am, it's just that you're my best friend and he's my brother. And the way he was just looking at you. And to top it all off, your still on my bed. At least have the common courtesy to make out on the living room sofa. (smirks)
Daria: (throws a pillow at Jane, laughs) Come on Trent. The sofa awaits.
(Int: The mall. Quinn and the Fashion clubbers are shopping){Well what else would they be doing? Math equations?}
Stacey: Quinn, you'd look soo cute in this dress. (she holds up a red spaghetti strap dress)
Sandi: Stacey, Quinn's hair is red, you can't were a red dress with red hair. (pause, to Quinn) Quinn you should get it.
Quinn: I'm going to get this one. (she holds up a blue, off the shoulder number)
Stacey: (excited) Oh Quinn it's perfect.
Tiffany: (pulling the word as far as it can go) Yeah.
Sandi: I still think you should get the red one.
Quinn: (not listening) I could wear those cute strappy heals I just got. All I need is a purse, and the ensemble will be complete.
Sandi: (folds her arms) Humph.
(the fashion club continues shopping. Int. Daria's house. Helen is talking/yelling at Jake)
Helen: (pacing back and forth) I just don't trust that Trent. I don't know why Daria always hangs around with him, and that Jone girl.
Jake: (looking up from his paper) Jane.
Helen: (snapping at Jake) Who's side are you on anyway?
Jake: (fed up with Helen) I'm not on any body's side. I don't see the point of you worrying. Daria has friends. Aren't you the one who wants her to 'broaden her social horizons'?
Helen: (taken aback by Jake's sudden out burst) What?
Jake: (standing besides the door) If you even listened to your daughter, you'd find out how much Daria loves Jane. Jane's a gift. How much do you bet that if Daria didn't have a friend like that she would've committed suicide long ago?
(Helen was speechless)
Jake: (opening the door) I'm going out. (with that he slams the door. You can hear his car drive off)
Helen: (still speechless) But, but. (she goes up to her room and starts crying) (whispering between sniffles) I just don't want Daria to get hurt.
{Well that's the end of part two. I hope you enjoy it. I'll start on part three after my Midterms are over.}
This starts where the last story ends.
(Daria and Trent were interrupted by the phone ringing)
Jane: (downstairs) I'll get it! (pause, calling up the stairs) Daria, It's your mom.
Daria: (speaking into the phone) Hello?
(Split screen of Daria and Helen)
Helen: Daria! Are you going to come home for dinner?
Daria: (cover's mouthpiece, to Jane, who just walked in) Can I stay over tonight?
Jane: (looking back and forth at Daria and Trent) Only if you stay out of Trent's room. Who knows what you guys would do in there. (she shutters)
Trent: (warningly) Jane!
Daria: (rolls her eyes, speaking into the phone) Um actually I'm going to stay hear tonight.
Helen: I don't see why you always stay there all the time. Are Joanne's parents even there? What about that Trent fellow? I don't trust him.
Daria: (annoyed) It's Jane! And she's my friend. I have a right to hang out with her once and a while. And for your information Trent is a responsible (cut off by Helen)
Helen: Fine Daria. (cell phone rings) I got to go. Be home by noon.
(Helen hangs up and the split screen turns back to Jane's room. Daria is fuming)
Jane: (carefully, as not to push Daria over board) Um Daria? What did she say?
Daria: (angry, she crosses her arms and sits on the bed) Oh just that she doesn't like me hanging out with you all the time. And that she doesn't trust Trent.
Jane: (sympathetic) I'm sorry Daria.
Trent: Why doesn't she trust me?
Jane: Because you're a musician. You're supposed to be a heart breaker. Your supposed to be one of those guys who take drugs and sleeps with as many women that you can get your hands on.
Trent: (surprised) What? I never did any of that. Well at least I quit doing drugs a few years ago.
Daria: Don't worry about it Trent. It doesn't matter what my mother thinks. It only matters what we think.
Trent: (smiles) That's one of the things I like about you Daria.
(Daria kisses Trent. Jane looks sick)
Jane: (hand over her mouth) Please don't do that. Your gonna make me sick.
Daria: I thought you of all people would be happy that we're together. You being the one who kept trying to push us together in the first place.
Jane: I am, it's just that you're my best friend and he's my brother. And the way he was just looking at you. And to top it all off, your still on my bed. At least have the common courtesy to make out on the living room sofa. (smirks)
Daria: (throws a pillow at Jane, laughs) Come on Trent. The sofa awaits.
(Int: The mall. Quinn and the Fashion clubbers are shopping){Well what else would they be doing? Math equations?}
Stacey: Quinn, you'd look soo cute in this dress. (she holds up a red spaghetti strap dress)
Sandi: Stacey, Quinn's hair is red, you can't were a red dress with red hair. (pause, to Quinn) Quinn you should get it.
Quinn: I'm going to get this one. (she holds up a blue, off the shoulder number)
Stacey: (excited) Oh Quinn it's perfect.
Tiffany: (pulling the word as far as it can go) Yeah.
Sandi: I still think you should get the red one.
Quinn: (not listening) I could wear those cute strappy heals I just got. All I need is a purse, and the ensemble will be complete.
Sandi: (folds her arms) Humph.
(the fashion club continues shopping. Int. Daria's house. Helen is talking/yelling at Jake)
Helen: (pacing back and forth) I just don't trust that Trent. I don't know why Daria always hangs around with him, and that Jone girl.
Jake: (looking up from his paper) Jane.
Helen: (snapping at Jake) Who's side are you on anyway?
Jake: (fed up with Helen) I'm not on any body's side. I don't see the point of you worrying. Daria has friends. Aren't you the one who wants her to 'broaden her social horizons'?
Helen: (taken aback by Jake's sudden out burst) What?
Jake: (standing besides the door) If you even listened to your daughter, you'd find out how much Daria loves Jane. Jane's a gift. How much do you bet that if Daria didn't have a friend like that she would've committed suicide long ago?
(Helen was speechless)
Jake: (opening the door) I'm going out. (with that he slams the door. You can hear his car drive off)
Helen: (still speechless) But, but. (she goes up to her room and starts crying) (whispering between sniffles) I just don't want Daria to get hurt.
{Well that's the end of part two. I hope you enjoy it. I'll start on part three after my Midterms are over.}