Since when do I own anything? Did I just wake up this morning and own Daria
or Riding In Cars With Boys? Naw, I didn't think so...................Oh,
so you think I did?!?!?!? Don't tell me I claim to own Daria or RICWB!!!!!
*starts hyperventilating* I ALWAYS SAY I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!
GAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And pull up your pants!! (As Dennis Leary would
say) Anyways..........................
Oh yeah: Congrats to Good Charlotte for winning the Viewers' Choice Award on the VMA's over a month ago. (And I got tickets to see them in three weeks! ^^)They damn well deserved it! They deserved the other two awards, too, but you know........"Most critics are cynical assholes!" Just like Julian said in Big Daddy. OK, on with the story...........................
~CHAPTER 3: RUN AWAY~
Daria's eyes shot open for a split second as she stared at Dr. Phillips. She was pregnant? How could this have happened? Well there was that one night....................
*FLASHBACK*
Daria and Trent were making out in the back of the Tank after Jane and Jesse had gone for a walk on the boardwalk, after fleeing from the graduation party. Daria was extremely uncomfortable in the situation she was in, but it was Trent. Everything else just seemed a blur because before they knew it, they were making love in the back of the Tank. Daria was very embarrassed and unsure of what to do. She really liked Trent and kinda wanted to make love to him, but she also kinda wanted to wait. Unsure of what to do, she just went along with it. Besides, she could always get an abortion, right? And it wasn't like Trent was diseased or anything, because she would have known. She would have found out from Jane, or he would have said something before they started.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
"Do you want an abortion?" asked Dr. Phillips, breaking Daria from her trance. She was very unsure, because it would probably be the best answer, but she wasn't sure if she could just do a thing like that.
"As much as I don't want to, I'll have to talk it over with my parents," Daria said without emotion.
"OK then," said Dr. Phillips. "Give me a call when you come up with a decision." He opened the door as Daria walked out of the office, looking emotionless, yet disappointed all the same.
~*~*~*~
Daria sat on her bed and thought about how she would break the news to her parents. She couldn't tell them face to face because Helen would jump on her every word, Jake would be completely oblivious to the situation if he didn't get enraged and the story would somehow get around how his father tormented him, and Quinn..............well, Quinn would be completely shocked and start questioning how someone so "geeky" could get slammed before the most popular girl in school. Of course she would talk about it all over the school, and even though Daria would be out of Lawndale High, it would still be pretty embarrassing. Sighing, Daria knew that there was only one way for her to handle this. She got up and walked over to her desk and started writing on a piece of paper.
Mom and Dad,
As much as I don't want to talk to you about certain issues in my life, I have no choice but to tell you about this one. I am going away for a few days and I ask that you don't try to bring me home because I need time to think. I found out today that I am pregnant, and Trent is the father. I feel as bad about it as you do and quite frankly, I feel like crap. Take the few
days that I'm away to think of how you're going to crucify me.
~Daria
She left the note on her desk, then pulled a small suitcase from under her bed. She packed the necessary essentials she would need, then reading and writing materials. She grabbed the note off her desk and folded it and put a piece of tape on it. Just as she was about to sneak out, Quinn popped in her doorway.
"Eew, you NEED to do something with this room," the red-haired bimbo commented.
"Don't worry," said Daria meekly, "I'll add the puddles of blood in a few days. Care to contribute?"
"Haha, Daria," said Quinn sarcastically as she folded her arms. "Well, Mom wants to know why you've been avoiding us lately, but she and Dad are both working late and I want to know where the cordless phone is because tonight I have a date with Cory and I need to know what color shoes he's wearing so that I can coordinate them with my make up."
"So much depth," Daria said cynically as she sat down on her bed. "The phone's in Mom's room." Just then, something crossed Daria's mind. If she fell down the stairs, she could miscarry, and it wouldn't be her fault that the baby died. She needed someone to push her. And she knew just who would enjoy doing it.
"Quinn, can you do me a favor?" Daria asked without emotion, but secretly scared of all the fashion advice that the little "Fashion Fiend" would get into.
"Finally! You're gonna get rid of that outfit!" Quinn squealed as she walked up to Daria and threw her arms around her. Daria quickly pulled away with a look of disgust on her face.
"Personal space!" said Daria as Quinn stood in front of her, with her arms folded.
"Well, what do you want?" Quinn asked angrily, looking down at her older sister.
"Will you push me down the stairs?" said Daria as a smile spread across Quinn's face.
"Well, I'd love to, but I HAVE to call Cory before it's too late. Maybe for a small fee--"
"$5." Daria offered. Whatever it took for her to get rid of the baby by "accident", she would do.
"$20?" Now Quinn was going too far.
"$10." Daria had to bargain with the little brat.
"Done," said Quinn as Daria stood up. The girls walked towards the top of the stairs and looked down.
"Why do you want to do this, Daria?" asked Quinn.
"Personal reason," said Daria. "Now do it."
"OK!" With that, Quinn pushed Daria forward and watched her tumble down the stairs. It was a little enjoyable, because it wasn't a hard fall, but Quinn had to admit she didn't want something bad to happen to Daria.
"Ow," said Daria when she reached the bottom. She really hadn't fallen really hard, and there was no chance she was gonna miscarry. Damn, she couldn't win.
"Are you OK?" asked Quinn from the top of the stairs.
"I'm fine," said Daria with a touch of anger in her voice as she stood up. She walked up to her room again as Quinn went in Helen's room to look for the phone. Now was the perfect opportunity to get out, since everybody else was gone. Daria taped the note to her door and picked up her suitcase. She set it down in the hall and closed her door, then picked the suitcase and walked down the steps that she had just tumbled down. She opened the door quietly and slipped out, headed towards her car. She put the suitcase in the trunk, then got in the driver's seat. She started the ignition and headed towards Jane's house.
~*~*~*~
"So what brings you here, amiga?" asked Jane after Daria finished unrolling her sleeping bag on the floor in Jane's room.
"I have something very important to tell you," replied Daria. "Very stupid, but very important."
"The aliens have finally taken Quinn back to her home planet?" Jane remarked as Daria sat down on her sleeping bag.
"Let's not get our hopes up," said Daria as she folded her arms. She stared down at her lap, and said quietly, "I'm pregnant."
"OK, enough with the joking," said Jane. "What did you really want to tell me?"
"I'm serious," said Daria. "And Trent is the father." Jane's eyes grew wide and she thought back to the night after the party, and she and Jesse went for a walk on the beach, and oh no--Daria and Trent stayed in the tank. Alone. They must have--Jane didn't want to think about it. She shook her head and looked at her best friend uneasily. She knew that Daria was serious, and that now was not the time to tell her that she had made love to Jesse that same night after they left the beach.
"How are you gonna tell Helen and Jake?" asked Jane after she shook her thoughts.
"I left them a note before I left," said Daria. "Maybe that'll give them some time to blow off some steam."
"Good luck on that, Indiana Morgendorffer," said Jane. She knew how Helen and Jake were, and she knew that they would NOT let Daria out of this alive. "When are you gonna tell Trent?"
"Sometime over the next few days," said Daria. "But I wanna tell him alone."
"Wow," said Jane as she started to chuckle evilly. "You and my brother!" After years of playing her yenta act, Jane was glad to see something happen between Daria and Trent, but she didn't want something as big as this to happen. Her grin turned back into a frown as she continued to stand there.
"I'm hungry," said Daria. "Wanna go get some pizza?"
"Sure," said Jane as Daria stood up. With that said and done, the two girls left the room.
~*~*~*~
The next morning, Daria and Jane awoke and headed downstairs. Jane searched the cupboards, hoping that perhaps she could find something for breakfast. It wasn't very often that food was in the house, since her parents were always out of town, and they rarely had time to go to the store. Jane opened the refrigerator, and found a few eggs in there. She took them out and took a little sniff, since food often rotted in that neglected kitchen. Surprisingly, they smelled fine, so she cooked them up while she and Daria talked about something that was on Sick, Sad World the previous night.
Just then, Trent stumbled down the stairs and smelling something, headed for the kitchen. He saw Jane standing over the stove, cooking up eggs, and he looked over at Daria sitting at the table, and grinned at her. She looked uneasy about something when she looked back at him, and being Trent, he was completely oblivious to it. He sat down next to Daria, and she leaned over towards him.
"I need to talk to you," she said quietly. "Alone."
"OK," said Trent. "How about we go to the park," he suggested. "That way we won't have to worry about Janey."
"Um, OK," said Daria without emotion.
"OK, we actually have breakfast this morning," said Jane as she slopped the eggs on three plates and put them on the table. The three ate in silence, then went to get ready, leaving the empty plates on the table.
~*~*~*~
"What did you want to talk to me about?" asked Trent as he and Daria stood side by side on the bridge over the pond in the park. Daria stared ahead of her, afraid to look at Trent. She took a deep breath.
"I'm pregnant," she said quietly, obviously embarrassed.
"With my kid?" asked Trent, who was fully alert now.
"Yes," said Daria. "I didn't want for this to happen, but there's no way out of it."
"Are you gonna get an abortion?" asked Trent.
"I don't want to," said Daria, still staring ahead of her. "I don't want to kill it. At least not on purpose."
"Have your parents found out?"
"I left them a note. They're gonna kill me," said Daria.
"Maybe they won't if we get married," said Trent. He quickly realized what he had just proposed, but knew that deep down, he wanted to do it. "Daria, look at me."
Daria turned her head, and said, "Trent, I don't have to drag you into this. I can take care of it myself."
"No," said Trent. He took Daria's hand in his and looked in her eyes, "Daria, please marry me."
"I'm sorry," said Daria. "I want to, but I can't drag you into this."
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Hey! Sorry it took so long to update, but school has been hectic for me and I'm working on two other stories. I want to clear up now that the reason I left out the part about Trent and Daria having sex was because I wanted a cliffhanger. I f I said that Trent and Daria had sex, then she was pregnant, that would have been boring to the readers. Since I left it out, more people would read to find out HOW it happened.
I want to thank the following: LadyTrista, Mike Yamiolkoski, Janice C. Vasquez, Kar, beckie13, Amanda, nzgirlcallisto, Thalia15, Euterpe, Jade, Katrin the Great, nimacu, Ronetta, DreamerChick, Sugar Blossom2, Spork Master G, and beth for reviewing. In response to Ronetta and nimacu, thanks for the "preaching". ^_^ Euterpe, just so you know, the person I told to "fuck off" was insulting me, not trying to help. Mike Yamiolkoski, some of the things you say make sense. The "Date Rape" line, well it's a drug that is put in drinks. It probably tastes bad, and Daria spit put her drink, so Jane said that. And I just explained the "sex" thing above. I appreciate your apology, but Ronetta has a point, if you read her review.
Anyways, please read and review, but don't go overboard with the "helpful" comments/insults or whatever you want to call them.
Oh yeah: Congrats to Good Charlotte for winning the Viewers' Choice Award on the VMA's over a month ago. (And I got tickets to see them in three weeks! ^^)They damn well deserved it! They deserved the other two awards, too, but you know........"Most critics are cynical assholes!" Just like Julian said in Big Daddy. OK, on with the story...........................
~CHAPTER 3: RUN AWAY~
Daria's eyes shot open for a split second as she stared at Dr. Phillips. She was pregnant? How could this have happened? Well there was that one night....................
*FLASHBACK*
Daria and Trent were making out in the back of the Tank after Jane and Jesse had gone for a walk on the boardwalk, after fleeing from the graduation party. Daria was extremely uncomfortable in the situation she was in, but it was Trent. Everything else just seemed a blur because before they knew it, they were making love in the back of the Tank. Daria was very embarrassed and unsure of what to do. She really liked Trent and kinda wanted to make love to him, but she also kinda wanted to wait. Unsure of what to do, she just went along with it. Besides, she could always get an abortion, right? And it wasn't like Trent was diseased or anything, because she would have known. She would have found out from Jane, or he would have said something before they started.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
"Do you want an abortion?" asked Dr. Phillips, breaking Daria from her trance. She was very unsure, because it would probably be the best answer, but she wasn't sure if she could just do a thing like that.
"As much as I don't want to, I'll have to talk it over with my parents," Daria said without emotion.
"OK then," said Dr. Phillips. "Give me a call when you come up with a decision." He opened the door as Daria walked out of the office, looking emotionless, yet disappointed all the same.
~*~*~*~
Daria sat on her bed and thought about how she would break the news to her parents. She couldn't tell them face to face because Helen would jump on her every word, Jake would be completely oblivious to the situation if he didn't get enraged and the story would somehow get around how his father tormented him, and Quinn..............well, Quinn would be completely shocked and start questioning how someone so "geeky" could get slammed before the most popular girl in school. Of course she would talk about it all over the school, and even though Daria would be out of Lawndale High, it would still be pretty embarrassing. Sighing, Daria knew that there was only one way for her to handle this. She got up and walked over to her desk and started writing on a piece of paper.
Mom and Dad,
As much as I don't want to talk to you about certain issues in my life, I have no choice but to tell you about this one. I am going away for a few days and I ask that you don't try to bring me home because I need time to think. I found out today that I am pregnant, and Trent is the father. I feel as bad about it as you do and quite frankly, I feel like crap. Take the few
days that I'm away to think of how you're going to crucify me.
~Daria
She left the note on her desk, then pulled a small suitcase from under her bed. She packed the necessary essentials she would need, then reading and writing materials. She grabbed the note off her desk and folded it and put a piece of tape on it. Just as she was about to sneak out, Quinn popped in her doorway.
"Eew, you NEED to do something with this room," the red-haired bimbo commented.
"Don't worry," said Daria meekly, "I'll add the puddles of blood in a few days. Care to contribute?"
"Haha, Daria," said Quinn sarcastically as she folded her arms. "Well, Mom wants to know why you've been avoiding us lately, but she and Dad are both working late and I want to know where the cordless phone is because tonight I have a date with Cory and I need to know what color shoes he's wearing so that I can coordinate them with my make up."
"So much depth," Daria said cynically as she sat down on her bed. "The phone's in Mom's room." Just then, something crossed Daria's mind. If she fell down the stairs, she could miscarry, and it wouldn't be her fault that the baby died. She needed someone to push her. And she knew just who would enjoy doing it.
"Quinn, can you do me a favor?" Daria asked without emotion, but secretly scared of all the fashion advice that the little "Fashion Fiend" would get into.
"Finally! You're gonna get rid of that outfit!" Quinn squealed as she walked up to Daria and threw her arms around her. Daria quickly pulled away with a look of disgust on her face.
"Personal space!" said Daria as Quinn stood in front of her, with her arms folded.
"Well, what do you want?" Quinn asked angrily, looking down at her older sister.
"Will you push me down the stairs?" said Daria as a smile spread across Quinn's face.
"Well, I'd love to, but I HAVE to call Cory before it's too late. Maybe for a small fee--"
"$5." Daria offered. Whatever it took for her to get rid of the baby by "accident", she would do.
"$20?" Now Quinn was going too far.
"$10." Daria had to bargain with the little brat.
"Done," said Quinn as Daria stood up. The girls walked towards the top of the stairs and looked down.
"Why do you want to do this, Daria?" asked Quinn.
"Personal reason," said Daria. "Now do it."
"OK!" With that, Quinn pushed Daria forward and watched her tumble down the stairs. It was a little enjoyable, because it wasn't a hard fall, but Quinn had to admit she didn't want something bad to happen to Daria.
"Ow," said Daria when she reached the bottom. She really hadn't fallen really hard, and there was no chance she was gonna miscarry. Damn, she couldn't win.
"Are you OK?" asked Quinn from the top of the stairs.
"I'm fine," said Daria with a touch of anger in her voice as she stood up. She walked up to her room again as Quinn went in Helen's room to look for the phone. Now was the perfect opportunity to get out, since everybody else was gone. Daria taped the note to her door and picked up her suitcase. She set it down in the hall and closed her door, then picked the suitcase and walked down the steps that she had just tumbled down. She opened the door quietly and slipped out, headed towards her car. She put the suitcase in the trunk, then got in the driver's seat. She started the ignition and headed towards Jane's house.
~*~*~*~
"So what brings you here, amiga?" asked Jane after Daria finished unrolling her sleeping bag on the floor in Jane's room.
"I have something very important to tell you," replied Daria. "Very stupid, but very important."
"The aliens have finally taken Quinn back to her home planet?" Jane remarked as Daria sat down on her sleeping bag.
"Let's not get our hopes up," said Daria as she folded her arms. She stared down at her lap, and said quietly, "I'm pregnant."
"OK, enough with the joking," said Jane. "What did you really want to tell me?"
"I'm serious," said Daria. "And Trent is the father." Jane's eyes grew wide and she thought back to the night after the party, and she and Jesse went for a walk on the beach, and oh no--Daria and Trent stayed in the tank. Alone. They must have--Jane didn't want to think about it. She shook her head and looked at her best friend uneasily. She knew that Daria was serious, and that now was not the time to tell her that she had made love to Jesse that same night after they left the beach.
"How are you gonna tell Helen and Jake?" asked Jane after she shook her thoughts.
"I left them a note before I left," said Daria. "Maybe that'll give them some time to blow off some steam."
"Good luck on that, Indiana Morgendorffer," said Jane. She knew how Helen and Jake were, and she knew that they would NOT let Daria out of this alive. "When are you gonna tell Trent?"
"Sometime over the next few days," said Daria. "But I wanna tell him alone."
"Wow," said Jane as she started to chuckle evilly. "You and my brother!" After years of playing her yenta act, Jane was glad to see something happen between Daria and Trent, but she didn't want something as big as this to happen. Her grin turned back into a frown as she continued to stand there.
"I'm hungry," said Daria. "Wanna go get some pizza?"
"Sure," said Jane as Daria stood up. With that said and done, the two girls left the room.
~*~*~*~
The next morning, Daria and Jane awoke and headed downstairs. Jane searched the cupboards, hoping that perhaps she could find something for breakfast. It wasn't very often that food was in the house, since her parents were always out of town, and they rarely had time to go to the store. Jane opened the refrigerator, and found a few eggs in there. She took them out and took a little sniff, since food often rotted in that neglected kitchen. Surprisingly, they smelled fine, so she cooked them up while she and Daria talked about something that was on Sick, Sad World the previous night.
Just then, Trent stumbled down the stairs and smelling something, headed for the kitchen. He saw Jane standing over the stove, cooking up eggs, and he looked over at Daria sitting at the table, and grinned at her. She looked uneasy about something when she looked back at him, and being Trent, he was completely oblivious to it. He sat down next to Daria, and she leaned over towards him.
"I need to talk to you," she said quietly. "Alone."
"OK," said Trent. "How about we go to the park," he suggested. "That way we won't have to worry about Janey."
"Um, OK," said Daria without emotion.
"OK, we actually have breakfast this morning," said Jane as she slopped the eggs on three plates and put them on the table. The three ate in silence, then went to get ready, leaving the empty plates on the table.
~*~*~*~
"What did you want to talk to me about?" asked Trent as he and Daria stood side by side on the bridge over the pond in the park. Daria stared ahead of her, afraid to look at Trent. She took a deep breath.
"I'm pregnant," she said quietly, obviously embarrassed.
"With my kid?" asked Trent, who was fully alert now.
"Yes," said Daria. "I didn't want for this to happen, but there's no way out of it."
"Are you gonna get an abortion?" asked Trent.
"I don't want to," said Daria, still staring ahead of her. "I don't want to kill it. At least not on purpose."
"Have your parents found out?"
"I left them a note. They're gonna kill me," said Daria.
"Maybe they won't if we get married," said Trent. He quickly realized what he had just proposed, but knew that deep down, he wanted to do it. "Daria, look at me."
Daria turned her head, and said, "Trent, I don't have to drag you into this. I can take care of it myself."
"No," said Trent. He took Daria's hand in his and looked in her eyes, "Daria, please marry me."
"I'm sorry," said Daria. "I want to, but I can't drag you into this."
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Hey! Sorry it took so long to update, but school has been hectic for me and I'm working on two other stories. I want to clear up now that the reason I left out the part about Trent and Daria having sex was because I wanted a cliffhanger. I f I said that Trent and Daria had sex, then she was pregnant, that would have been boring to the readers. Since I left it out, more people would read to find out HOW it happened.
I want to thank the following: LadyTrista, Mike Yamiolkoski, Janice C. Vasquez, Kar, beckie13, Amanda, nzgirlcallisto, Thalia15, Euterpe, Jade, Katrin the Great, nimacu, Ronetta, DreamerChick, Sugar Blossom2, Spork Master G, and beth for reviewing. In response to Ronetta and nimacu, thanks for the "preaching". ^_^ Euterpe, just so you know, the person I told to "fuck off" was insulting me, not trying to help. Mike Yamiolkoski, some of the things you say make sense. The "Date Rape" line, well it's a drug that is put in drinks. It probably tastes bad, and Daria spit put her drink, so Jane said that. And I just explained the "sex" thing above. I appreciate your apology, but Ronetta has a point, if you read her review.
Anyways, please read and review, but don't go overboard with the "helpful" comments/insults or whatever you want to call them.