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CH 1: THE PARTY
"Thanks for getting me through high school," said eighteen year old Daria Morgendorffer to her best friend, Jane Lane. They were at a graduation party, taking a long last look at the idiots whose stupidity had entertained them for the past four years. However, they were more than happy to get away from Brittany Taylor, whose squeaky voice would give everybody a migraine, Kevin Thompson, the "Q.B." whose head was so empty, a football game could be held in it, and Charles "Upchuck" Ruttheimer III, who just flat out annoyed everybody.
"I am so damn glad to get out of here," said Jane as she leaned against the porch railing and held her drink. "There is no way in hell people like Brittany will be in Art College."
"There's no way in hell Brittany will be in any college," said Daria as she took a sip of her Pepsi. Just then, she spit it out and her eyes grew wide, which was very uncommon for Daria.
"It's Date Rape, Charlie Brown," said Jane sarcastically as she watched her friend wipe her mouth on her sleeve.
"No, worse. Tom must have snuck in here or something," she said, pointing in Tom's direction. Tom was standing there with a group of people who Daria and Jane could not identify.
"What the hell is he doing here?" said Jane with a scowl on her face as she walked off towards him.
"Uh, Jane, what are you doing?" asked Daria flatly.
"I'm gonna give him shit," said Jane.
"But I dumped him," replied Daria.
"I know," said Jane, "but I still wanna see what he's doing here. Don't you?"
"No."
"Well come anyways."
"Fine," Daria sighed. "But I know I'll regret this later." With that, she reluctantly followed Jane. As they approached Tom, he turned around and his jaw dropped.
"Jane, Daria, what are you doing here?" he asked.
"I might ask you the same question," said Daria. "You don't even go to this school."
"Well maybe I just felt like going to a party," said Tom angrily.
"Tom, who's that?" asked one of his buddies.
"Oh, those are my two ex-girlfriends. I went out with Jane, then kissed Daria, then broke up with Jane and dated Daria until she dumped me," Tom told him.
"You dog," said his friend as Jane and Daria walked away.
"I can't believe he would brag about that," Daria said with a hint of angst in her voice once she and Jane got away.
"Well, he was a bastard," said Jane. "But look at it this way--he will die someday."
"Not soon enough," said Daria.
"I know," said Jane, then quickly added, "I take that back!"
"Why?"
"Remember what happened the last time we joked about someone dying?"
"You mean Tommy Sherman?" replied Daria. "We didn't make him die."
"It was a freak accident," said Jane. "But I still don't like it when people die right after I said they should."
"Well I guess you couldn't hold a throne of power," said Daria as she threw her soda can into a nearby trashcan. "I need to go to the bathroom," she said. "I'll be right back."
"Go get 'em, tiger," said Jane as her friend headed into the house. She took a seat on the step, when she saw her brother's friend, Jesse Moreno headed towards her. Their band, Mystik Spiral, were playing at the party. For years Jane had a thing for Jesse, until she met Tom. When they broke up, she started having feelings for Jesse again.
*~*~*~
Meanwhile, twenty-three year old Trent Lane put his guitar in its case and headed off the stage for a little break. His band, Mystik Spiral, were playing at the graduation party. The thoughts of high school came back to Trent and sent chills up his spine. "I'm gonna take a break," Trent said as Nick Campbell put his bass into its case. "I'll be back in a few."
Trent walked off the stage and headed towards the bathroom for a smoke. He hadn't done it before, but he wanted to give it a try. He figured that the bathroom was a good place because he would be alone. When he got there, he looked at the large bathroom with a toilet and sink up front and a bathtub around a corner. He decided to camp out there just in case someone came in, they wouldn't see him smoking. In fact, they wouldn't see him at all.
He lit up a cigarette and hacked as he took a puff, then put it out. Right away he did not like it, and he decided that he wouldn't do it. Just as he tossed it into the wastebasket, he heard someone walk in and slam the door. He heard them let out a deep sigh and sit on the floor. He peeked around the little corner and saw Daria sitting there, with her head in her hands. She wasn't crying, of course not, because Daria DOESN'T cry, but she looked angry about something. Trent decided that he would go see what was wrong.
"Daria, what's wrong?" he asked as he got up off the edge of the bathtub. She jumped slightly, surprised at his presence.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I was gonna try a smoke," replied Trent. "Dumb idea." He took out his pack of cigarettes and tossed them into the wastebasket. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," said Daria. "Everything's fine."
"Well you normally don't just sit in bathrooms alone," said Trent as he sat down next to her.
"I don't want to talk about it," said Daria as she winced at how close she and Trent were sitting.
"Is it Tom?" Trent asked. Daria popped her head up, confused about how Trent knew that. Did he know that they broke up? Or was he just guessing? No, he was too oblivious for that.
"Yeah," she said uneasily. "He snuck into this party and told everybody about how he dated Jane, then kissed me and broke up with Jane."
"He said that?" asked Trent as he leaned against the wall and folded his arms.
"He also told about how I dumped him," said Daria. "He was such a bastard."
"Come on," said Trent as he stood up. He extended his hand to Daria, who just looked at it like she did when she got her navel pierced.
"What are you doing?" asked Daria.
"Just come with me," said Trent.
"Last time I went with somebody, I regretted it," she said, remembering the conversation she had had with Jane earlier that night. She reluctantly took his hand and stood up and followed Trent into the backyard.
"Stay there," Trent said to Daria as they approached Jane and Jesse on the step.
"What were you and my brother talking about?" asked Jane as they watched Trent approach Tom. However, Daria did not answer because she was too busy watching Trent and wondering what he was going to do.
"Tom," said Trent, tapping him on the shoulder. Tom turned around and grinned.
"Hey Trent," he said, pretending that nothing was wrong. Trent swung his fist up and punched Tom smack in the face. (A/N: Go Trent!!!!!!) Tom rubbed his face for a second and punched Trent back, putting a bruise on his cheek. Trent then punched Tom again, this time knocking him over.
"Leave my sister and Daria alone," Trent said angrily as he walked off and the popular kids all rushed towards Tom to see if he was OK. "Let's get the hell out of here," said Trent to Daria and Jane as he headed towards the stage. "Nick, let's pack it up," said Trent as he picked up his guitar. Nick looked at the swarm of people heading towards the stage, and they looked pretty pissed at Trent.
"Good idea," he said as he packed up his bass and Max Tyler hurriedly packed up his drum set. The gang headed towards the Tank and loaded the instruments into the back. Trent hopped in the driver's seat and Jesse in the passenger's as the rest of the gang sat in the back. They drove off as quickly as they could until they reached Max's neighborhood. They stopped the Tank and let Max and his drums off.
"Later," said Max as he headed towards his house. They continued to drive until they reached Nick's house, which was just a few blocks away from Max's. They let him and his bass off, then continued to drive.
"My parents aren't expecting me home until about midnight," said Daria. She looked at her watch and saw that it was only ten o'clock.
"Let's go somewhere else," said Trent. "Is that cool?"
"Sounds like a plan to me," said Jane. "Where are we going?"
"Let's go to the beach," said Jesse.
"It's closed," said Trent as he stopped at a stoplight.
"Not the boardwalk," replied Jesse. "We could hang out on there."
"Cool. Is that fine with you guys?" he addressed Jane and Daria. They nodded in agreement and Jane grinned at Jesse. Daria felt her stomach turn, afraid to know what they would do. When they got to the boardwalk, Jane and Jesse stepped out and said they were going for a walk. Trent climbed in the back of the Tank, causing Daria to grow uncomfortable.
"Umm," she began, not knowing what to say, "thanks."
"No problem," said Trent. He looked out the window and saw Jane and Jesse walking into the night, hand in hand. "I hope those two behave."
"No," said Daria. "Let's hope they don't make a terrorist attack." Trent did his laugh/cough thingy that he does and looked at Daria. She blushed and turned her head away, and he touched her shoulder, causing her to blush more. She looked at him, and he pulled her into a soft kiss.
After a couple of seconds, they broke apart and both of their faces were a crimson red. "I'm sorry," Trent said to Daria.
"Actually, I liked it," said Daria, embarrassed.
"Daria, we shouldn't be together," said Trent. "I'm no good."
"What you did was good," said Daria quietly.
"Daria, I'm no good," Trent repeated. He looked down at his lap, then looked back up at Daria and pulled her into another kiss, worrying about what he would end up putting her through.
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Hi! My name is Laura. I used to be twister-power, but I changed my name to Benji's Riot Gurl coz I like Good Charlotte. So how is this for a first chapter?? I've written other Daria fics, but they were short and crappy and everybody was out of character. I posted 2 of them, but they got terrible flames, so I took them off. I'm hoping this fic will be a lot better. I've had some practice, since I've been writing for Rocket Power and stuff like that. It took me so long to get a good idea for a Daria fic......she's so hard to do because her wit is so unique and it's hard to keep her in character.
Anyways, please read and review this, I wanna know how I'm doing. And a shout out to Napalm Krigbaum, who I met on the MTV.com Daria message board a couple years ago. That was when my screen name was trentobsessed.
Anyways, R/R. Thanks.
CH 1: THE PARTY
"Thanks for getting me through high school," said eighteen year old Daria Morgendorffer to her best friend, Jane Lane. They were at a graduation party, taking a long last look at the idiots whose stupidity had entertained them for the past four years. However, they were more than happy to get away from Brittany Taylor, whose squeaky voice would give everybody a migraine, Kevin Thompson, the "Q.B." whose head was so empty, a football game could be held in it, and Charles "Upchuck" Ruttheimer III, who just flat out annoyed everybody.
"I am so damn glad to get out of here," said Jane as she leaned against the porch railing and held her drink. "There is no way in hell people like Brittany will be in Art College."
"There's no way in hell Brittany will be in any college," said Daria as she took a sip of her Pepsi. Just then, she spit it out and her eyes grew wide, which was very uncommon for Daria.
"It's Date Rape, Charlie Brown," said Jane sarcastically as she watched her friend wipe her mouth on her sleeve.
"No, worse. Tom must have snuck in here or something," she said, pointing in Tom's direction. Tom was standing there with a group of people who Daria and Jane could not identify.
"What the hell is he doing here?" said Jane with a scowl on her face as she walked off towards him.
"Uh, Jane, what are you doing?" asked Daria flatly.
"I'm gonna give him shit," said Jane.
"But I dumped him," replied Daria.
"I know," said Jane, "but I still wanna see what he's doing here. Don't you?"
"No."
"Well come anyways."
"Fine," Daria sighed. "But I know I'll regret this later." With that, she reluctantly followed Jane. As they approached Tom, he turned around and his jaw dropped.
"Jane, Daria, what are you doing here?" he asked.
"I might ask you the same question," said Daria. "You don't even go to this school."
"Well maybe I just felt like going to a party," said Tom angrily.
"Tom, who's that?" asked one of his buddies.
"Oh, those are my two ex-girlfriends. I went out with Jane, then kissed Daria, then broke up with Jane and dated Daria until she dumped me," Tom told him.
"You dog," said his friend as Jane and Daria walked away.
"I can't believe he would brag about that," Daria said with a hint of angst in her voice once she and Jane got away.
"Well, he was a bastard," said Jane. "But look at it this way--he will die someday."
"Not soon enough," said Daria.
"I know," said Jane, then quickly added, "I take that back!"
"Why?"
"Remember what happened the last time we joked about someone dying?"
"You mean Tommy Sherman?" replied Daria. "We didn't make him die."
"It was a freak accident," said Jane. "But I still don't like it when people die right after I said they should."
"Well I guess you couldn't hold a throne of power," said Daria as she threw her soda can into a nearby trashcan. "I need to go to the bathroom," she said. "I'll be right back."
"Go get 'em, tiger," said Jane as her friend headed into the house. She took a seat on the step, when she saw her brother's friend, Jesse Moreno headed towards her. Their band, Mystik Spiral, were playing at the party. For years Jane had a thing for Jesse, until she met Tom. When they broke up, she started having feelings for Jesse again.
*~*~*~
Meanwhile, twenty-three year old Trent Lane put his guitar in its case and headed off the stage for a little break. His band, Mystik Spiral, were playing at the graduation party. The thoughts of high school came back to Trent and sent chills up his spine. "I'm gonna take a break," Trent said as Nick Campbell put his bass into its case. "I'll be back in a few."
Trent walked off the stage and headed towards the bathroom for a smoke. He hadn't done it before, but he wanted to give it a try. He figured that the bathroom was a good place because he would be alone. When he got there, he looked at the large bathroom with a toilet and sink up front and a bathtub around a corner. He decided to camp out there just in case someone came in, they wouldn't see him smoking. In fact, they wouldn't see him at all.
He lit up a cigarette and hacked as he took a puff, then put it out. Right away he did not like it, and he decided that he wouldn't do it. Just as he tossed it into the wastebasket, he heard someone walk in and slam the door. He heard them let out a deep sigh and sit on the floor. He peeked around the little corner and saw Daria sitting there, with her head in her hands. She wasn't crying, of course not, because Daria DOESN'T cry, but she looked angry about something. Trent decided that he would go see what was wrong.
"Daria, what's wrong?" he asked as he got up off the edge of the bathtub. She jumped slightly, surprised at his presence.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I was gonna try a smoke," replied Trent. "Dumb idea." He took out his pack of cigarettes and tossed them into the wastebasket. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," said Daria. "Everything's fine."
"Well you normally don't just sit in bathrooms alone," said Trent as he sat down next to her.
"I don't want to talk about it," said Daria as she winced at how close she and Trent were sitting.
"Is it Tom?" Trent asked. Daria popped her head up, confused about how Trent knew that. Did he know that they broke up? Or was he just guessing? No, he was too oblivious for that.
"Yeah," she said uneasily. "He snuck into this party and told everybody about how he dated Jane, then kissed me and broke up with Jane."
"He said that?" asked Trent as he leaned against the wall and folded his arms.
"He also told about how I dumped him," said Daria. "He was such a bastard."
"Come on," said Trent as he stood up. He extended his hand to Daria, who just looked at it like she did when she got her navel pierced.
"What are you doing?" asked Daria.
"Just come with me," said Trent.
"Last time I went with somebody, I regretted it," she said, remembering the conversation she had had with Jane earlier that night. She reluctantly took his hand and stood up and followed Trent into the backyard.
"Stay there," Trent said to Daria as they approached Jane and Jesse on the step.
"What were you and my brother talking about?" asked Jane as they watched Trent approach Tom. However, Daria did not answer because she was too busy watching Trent and wondering what he was going to do.
"Tom," said Trent, tapping him on the shoulder. Tom turned around and grinned.
"Hey Trent," he said, pretending that nothing was wrong. Trent swung his fist up and punched Tom smack in the face. (A/N: Go Trent!!!!!!) Tom rubbed his face for a second and punched Trent back, putting a bruise on his cheek. Trent then punched Tom again, this time knocking him over.
"Leave my sister and Daria alone," Trent said angrily as he walked off and the popular kids all rushed towards Tom to see if he was OK. "Let's get the hell out of here," said Trent to Daria and Jane as he headed towards the stage. "Nick, let's pack it up," said Trent as he picked up his guitar. Nick looked at the swarm of people heading towards the stage, and they looked pretty pissed at Trent.
"Good idea," he said as he packed up his bass and Max Tyler hurriedly packed up his drum set. The gang headed towards the Tank and loaded the instruments into the back. Trent hopped in the driver's seat and Jesse in the passenger's as the rest of the gang sat in the back. They drove off as quickly as they could until they reached Max's neighborhood. They stopped the Tank and let Max and his drums off.
"Later," said Max as he headed towards his house. They continued to drive until they reached Nick's house, which was just a few blocks away from Max's. They let him and his bass off, then continued to drive.
"My parents aren't expecting me home until about midnight," said Daria. She looked at her watch and saw that it was only ten o'clock.
"Let's go somewhere else," said Trent. "Is that cool?"
"Sounds like a plan to me," said Jane. "Where are we going?"
"Let's go to the beach," said Jesse.
"It's closed," said Trent as he stopped at a stoplight.
"Not the boardwalk," replied Jesse. "We could hang out on there."
"Cool. Is that fine with you guys?" he addressed Jane and Daria. They nodded in agreement and Jane grinned at Jesse. Daria felt her stomach turn, afraid to know what they would do. When they got to the boardwalk, Jane and Jesse stepped out and said they were going for a walk. Trent climbed in the back of the Tank, causing Daria to grow uncomfortable.
"Umm," she began, not knowing what to say, "thanks."
"No problem," said Trent. He looked out the window and saw Jane and Jesse walking into the night, hand in hand. "I hope those two behave."
"No," said Daria. "Let's hope they don't make a terrorist attack." Trent did his laugh/cough thingy that he does and looked at Daria. She blushed and turned her head away, and he touched her shoulder, causing her to blush more. She looked at him, and he pulled her into a soft kiss.
After a couple of seconds, they broke apart and both of their faces were a crimson red. "I'm sorry," Trent said to Daria.
"Actually, I liked it," said Daria, embarrassed.
"Daria, we shouldn't be together," said Trent. "I'm no good."
"What you did was good," said Daria quietly.
"Daria, I'm no good," Trent repeated. He looked down at his lap, then looked back up at Daria and pulled her into another kiss, worrying about what he would end up putting her through.
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Hi! My name is Laura. I used to be twister-power, but I changed my name to Benji's Riot Gurl coz I like Good Charlotte. So how is this for a first chapter?? I've written other Daria fics, but they were short and crappy and everybody was out of character. I posted 2 of them, but they got terrible flames, so I took them off. I'm hoping this fic will be a lot better. I've had some practice, since I've been writing for Rocket Power and stuff like that. It took me so long to get a good idea for a Daria fic......she's so hard to do because her wit is so unique and it's hard to keep her in character.
Anyways, please read and review this, I wanna know how I'm doing. And a shout out to Napalm Krigbaum, who I met on the MTV.com Daria message board a couple years ago. That was when my screen name was trentobsessed.
Anyways, R/R. Thanks.