Entry two: "Just A Phase"
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"Yo!"
Jane said.
"Um...hi. Are you okay?" Daria asked
quickly, after giving Jane a once-over.
"Fo sho,
G!" came the reply.
"Ooo kay then. Uh, can I get
you a Coke or something?" Daria inquired,
leading a somewhat unusual Jane to the Morgendorffer
kitchen.
"A Coke? That'd be the shizit, dawg!" Jane said.
Dawg shizit? Daria thought to herself. Guess
the paint fumes finally have gotten the best of old Jane. Quite
a shame, too.
Jake came running from the kitchen. "GAH! WHERE'S THE FIRE
EXTINGUISHER?"
Daria sighed. "Where'd you leave it yesterday, Dad?"
"Hmm..." Jake stopped in his tracks and thought
for a moment. "Under the sink."
With a roll of her eyes, Daria
nodded and followed Jake into the kitchen. Smelling no smoke (although
something rancid was definately coming from the open
refrigerator) and seeing no flames, she dismissed her father's shouting.
"Shizzle
my nizzle, G. Where my homies at?" Jane
asked. Or something.
"English, please," Daria
said.
Jane pointed at the large clock attached to a chain that
hung loosely from her neck. Daria slowly translated jibberish to English and realized Jane wanted to know where
Quinn and Helen were at.
"Oh. Well, Quinn had a Fashion Fatah
meeting and Helen is at the Verizon shop, getting a
new phone..."
"Hold up. Say wha?"
Jane interrupted.
"...because the last one was ruined when Dad chucked
it into a pot of Kitchen Sink Stew. I guess the complete lack of attention from
my mother finally got to him."
"True dat," Jane
chuckled.
Not being able to take much more, Daria
turned to Jane and stared directly into those deep blue eyes. With as much
emotion as she could muster, Daria said the very
thought that had been running through her head since Jane had walked...well,
sort of danced, is more like it...through the front door.
"Tell me, Jane..." Daria
whispered softly.
Jane's eyes grew wide.
"...tell me, Jane, that this is just a phase. Or
else, I will have to kill you."