Daria: I hate doing these things.
Jane: I'll do it. Bakura'sKeeper doesn't own Daria.
Me: Thanks, Jane.
The Real Reason Daria and Tom broke up
Chapter 4
Morning came and despite last night Daria was at the Lane's ready to walk Jane to school.
"Hey." Jane greeted. They were soon off to LawnDale High. With it being the last few days of senior year the day went by fast.
Trent barely registered the quacking of his phone. What the-
"Hello?" He rasped.
"Trent, it's Jesse. Heard about Max and Monique. Want me to beat him up?" Trent scratched his head.
"No, it's ok."
"You sure?" Both Trent and Jesse were surprised at how calm he was being about this. Everyone knew how much Trent loved Monique.
"We still got practice?" Jesse asked. Trent stare at the glowing red numbers on the clock: 2:45. Janey will be home soon.
"Yeah." He was sitting up and hunting for pants. He had a bad habit of sleeping in his boxers lately or in nothing at all. (drool)
"You, sure man?"
"Hey, the Sprial lives on despite personal problems. 'Sides that's the type of thing that killed the Bettles." They hung up. Trent got to his feet and made his way upstairs. He needed a shower. The front door slammed shut annoucing the arrival of Jane and Daria. He caught sight of Daria. She blushed seeing him half dressed. Better make it a cold one.
"Daria, are you alright? You look rather blotchy." Jane remarked staring hard at the red rash-like blush that had developed again.
"I think I need to use the bathroom." Daria muttered rushing off. What's wrong with me? I haven't felt this way about Trent in a while.Daria pushed opened the bathroom door with ease. Why does she have this effect on me all of a sudden? Sure I've always had a thing for her. Trent thought as he worked his hand up and down his throbbing shaft. At the sound of the door he stopped short, frozen by fear.
Jane: I'll do it. Bakura'sKeeper doesn't own Daria.
Me: Thanks, Jane.
The Real Reason Daria and Tom broke up
Chapter 4
Morning came and despite last night Daria was at the Lane's ready to walk Jane to school.
"Hey." Jane greeted. They were soon off to LawnDale High. With it being the last few days of senior year the day went by fast.
Trent barely registered the quacking of his phone. What the-
"Hello?" He rasped.
"Trent, it's Jesse. Heard about Max and Monique. Want me to beat him up?" Trent scratched his head.
"No, it's ok."
"You sure?" Both Trent and Jesse were surprised at how calm he was being about this. Everyone knew how much Trent loved Monique.
"We still got practice?" Jesse asked. Trent stare at the glowing red numbers on the clock: 2:45. Janey will be home soon.
"Yeah." He was sitting up and hunting for pants. He had a bad habit of sleeping in his boxers lately or in nothing at all. (drool)
"You, sure man?"
"Hey, the Sprial lives on despite personal problems. 'Sides that's the type of thing that killed the Bettles." They hung up. Trent got to his feet and made his way upstairs. He needed a shower. The front door slammed shut annoucing the arrival of Jane and Daria. He caught sight of Daria. She blushed seeing him half dressed. Better make it a cold one.
"Daria, are you alright? You look rather blotchy." Jane remarked staring hard at the red rash-like blush that had developed again.
"I think I need to use the bathroom." Daria muttered rushing off. What's wrong with me? I haven't felt this way about Trent in a while.Daria pushed opened the bathroom door with ease. Why does she have this effect on me all of a sudden? Sure I've always had a thing for her. Trent thought as he worked his hand up and down his throbbing shaft. At the sound of the door he stopped short, frozen by fear.