Museings
Series Line:
1. Hmmm
2. The Real Reasons behind the Fights
3. Museings
and coming soon, Meanwhile, and Awakening.
It had been about five months since I first noticed Daria, and about three since the kiss. A moment, nay a memory that has consumed my thoughts, waking and otherwise. When she and Jane would watch us practice I would look up and and catch her staring, watching my movements like a drowning man would watch a life perserver, floating just out of reach but not haveing the strength to swim to it.
Each time I felt a new emotion work it's way to the surface, fear, denial, longing, and just a touch of pride. She had picked me over the others, she knew my problems and yet she still wanted to take a chance.
I was thinking about all of this one day at practice, which inturn caused me to fall behind the guys. After playing "Mr. Normal" four times and stopping half-way through we agreed to take a break. Apparently my thoughtful times had become so frequent that the guys were noticing. During the break Jesse broached the subject, not knowing that Trent was watching.
"Hey man, anything wrong?" He asked, sitting next to me on the couch in the basement.
"No, why?"
"Dude, you're spacing, more than usual."
"No, just the normal level of stress."
"Anything else?"
"Jesse what are you getting at?
"Nick are you experimenting again?"
"No, I'm clean."
"You sure?"
"Yep."
"Cool."
He clapped me on the back and left me to my thoughts. Suddenly I was pulled to my feet by an angry Trent.
"Upstairs. Now!"
He pushed me towards the stairs and followed me up, shoving me into the kitchen and then slamming the door behind him. I staggered, then steadied myself against the kitchen table. I had just turned around when Trent grabbed my by the front of my shirtand slammed me against the door, very, very hard. It knocked the wind out of me to say the least, but the furious look on Trents' face renderedme speechless.
His eyes were spitting black fire and his lips were curled back in a feral snarl. Now I have seen Trent angry before, but not to this degree. Even when Monique cheated on him, he hadn't been this mad.
"What's your problem man?" I asked weakly.
"Dammit Nick, why'd you lie to Jesse? You're on something Nick. Tell me now." Trent pushed me against the door harder.
"Trent I'm clean."
"Nick you're spacing, and you've changed your hair color."
"Trent you space all the time. And what does my hair color have to do with anything?" The last couple of words came out breathy since Trent was pushing harder again.
"Nick when you were on Crystal Meth your hair was white blonde. When you were on Herione your hair was red. Come clean man, your hair is light brown, what is it? Cocaine, X, Angel Dust, what?"
"Trent, I've been clean since that fight that Max and I got into at the club. This is my natural hair color." I gathered my strength and pushed Trent away from me.
"Dude that was like five months ago. Do you really expect me to believe that you've been clean for five straight months." Trent flew at me again, slamming me once more into the door.
"Yes. I've been clean. This color is my natural color. What about you man, you space all the time, what are you on?" I manuvered my way until I had Trent pinned against the door.
"You know me better than that. I'm clean, all you have to do is look at my eyes and you can tell." Trent struggled against my grasp but stilled when he got a good look at my eyes.
When he stopped moving, I dropped my arms and walked over to the table and sat down, waiting for him to join me. He sat down across from me, but refused to meet my eyes.
"You are clean, sorry man. I've been on edge lately, didn't mean to take it out on you. So how'd you get your color back, your hair was red last night."
"I bought a stripping kit." I said softly.
"What"
"I bought a hair stripping kit."
"Whoa close your eyes Daria, I heard the words stripping kit. This could get ugly." Jane said as she and Daria walked in from the livingroom.
Just like all the other tims I've seen her, my breathing quickened and my brain ceased to function. I looked over at Trent, trying to act casual, but he seemed to be suffering from the same thing. Then it clicked, Trent was crushing, suddenly alot of things became clear.
"Hey Janey, uh Daria."
"Hi girls"
"Hey bro, Nick."
"Nick, Trent."
Even though she nodded her head at the both of us, she never took her eyes off of me. I smiled at her and watched as a blush crept across her face.
"So a stripping kit huh? I never thought that you needed a kit to take off your clothes to some cheesey music." Jane quipped.
"You would know Jane." Daria said, hiding a smile.
"Good one Daria." Trent started laughing, but ended up coughing.
"Hmm, yeah." Daria looked at him for a minute before turning her attention back to me. "So Nick, tell us about your stripping kit." Her deep brown eyes sparkling suggestively.
"A hair stripping kit. Since I've been clean for five months, I decided to go back to my natural hair color."
"So this is the mytical natural hair color. Go back to red, makes you stand out more." Jane said, eyeing me critically.
"I like it." Daria smiled, then looked down at her watch and cussed. "Jane, I'll see you tomorrow. My parental units are on the "kick"." Daria said making finger quotes around the word kick.
"Daria, not in front of these impressionable young minds." Jane said, acting scandalized.
"But Jane, I'm just talking about family bonding time."
"Gahh, Daria not infront of the boys."
Daria smirked and walked towards the door, looking over her shoulder at me and saying, "See ya lover."
"Bye." I smiled at the shocked looks on the Lanes siblings faces as I rushed to kiss her goodbye.
"Nick, Niicckk, Nick!!"
I jerked out of my daydream when Trent snapped his fingers infront of my face.
"Come on man, breaks over."
I picked up my bass and once again launched into "Mr. Normal". Unaware that the object of my affections was watching me from the top of the stairs.
The End.
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DariaM here, thanks for reading this second fic. I hope it was better than the first. All comments, flames, and death threats welcome. By the way, I don't own any of these characters, wish I did thou. lol. Thanks again for reading and good night, or day, whatever.
Series Line:
1. Hmmm
2. The Real Reasons behind the Fights
3. Museings
and coming soon, Meanwhile, and Awakening.
It had been about five months since I first noticed Daria, and about three since the kiss. A moment, nay a memory that has consumed my thoughts, waking and otherwise. When she and Jane would watch us practice I would look up and and catch her staring, watching my movements like a drowning man would watch a life perserver, floating just out of reach but not haveing the strength to swim to it.
Each time I felt a new emotion work it's way to the surface, fear, denial, longing, and just a touch of pride. She had picked me over the others, she knew my problems and yet she still wanted to take a chance.
I was thinking about all of this one day at practice, which inturn caused me to fall behind the guys. After playing "Mr. Normal" four times and stopping half-way through we agreed to take a break. Apparently my thoughtful times had become so frequent that the guys were noticing. During the break Jesse broached the subject, not knowing that Trent was watching.
"Hey man, anything wrong?" He asked, sitting next to me on the couch in the basement.
"No, why?"
"Dude, you're spacing, more than usual."
"No, just the normal level of stress."
"Anything else?"
"Jesse what are you getting at?
"Nick are you experimenting again?"
"No, I'm clean."
"You sure?"
"Yep."
"Cool."
He clapped me on the back and left me to my thoughts. Suddenly I was pulled to my feet by an angry Trent.
"Upstairs. Now!"
He pushed me towards the stairs and followed me up, shoving me into the kitchen and then slamming the door behind him. I staggered, then steadied myself against the kitchen table. I had just turned around when Trent grabbed my by the front of my shirtand slammed me against the door, very, very hard. It knocked the wind out of me to say the least, but the furious look on Trents' face renderedme speechless.
His eyes were spitting black fire and his lips were curled back in a feral snarl. Now I have seen Trent angry before, but not to this degree. Even when Monique cheated on him, he hadn't been this mad.
"What's your problem man?" I asked weakly.
"Dammit Nick, why'd you lie to Jesse? You're on something Nick. Tell me now." Trent pushed me against the door harder.
"Trent I'm clean."
"Nick you're spacing, and you've changed your hair color."
"Trent you space all the time. And what does my hair color have to do with anything?" The last couple of words came out breathy since Trent was pushing harder again.
"Nick when you were on Crystal Meth your hair was white blonde. When you were on Herione your hair was red. Come clean man, your hair is light brown, what is it? Cocaine, X, Angel Dust, what?"
"Trent, I've been clean since that fight that Max and I got into at the club. This is my natural hair color." I gathered my strength and pushed Trent away from me.
"Dude that was like five months ago. Do you really expect me to believe that you've been clean for five straight months." Trent flew at me again, slamming me once more into the door.
"Yes. I've been clean. This color is my natural color. What about you man, you space all the time, what are you on?" I manuvered my way until I had Trent pinned against the door.
"You know me better than that. I'm clean, all you have to do is look at my eyes and you can tell." Trent struggled against my grasp but stilled when he got a good look at my eyes.
When he stopped moving, I dropped my arms and walked over to the table and sat down, waiting for him to join me. He sat down across from me, but refused to meet my eyes.
"You are clean, sorry man. I've been on edge lately, didn't mean to take it out on you. So how'd you get your color back, your hair was red last night."
"I bought a stripping kit." I said softly.
"What"
"I bought a hair stripping kit."
"Whoa close your eyes Daria, I heard the words stripping kit. This could get ugly." Jane said as she and Daria walked in from the livingroom.
Just like all the other tims I've seen her, my breathing quickened and my brain ceased to function. I looked over at Trent, trying to act casual, but he seemed to be suffering from the same thing. Then it clicked, Trent was crushing, suddenly alot of things became clear.
"Hey Janey, uh Daria."
"Hi girls"
"Hey bro, Nick."
"Nick, Trent."
Even though she nodded her head at the both of us, she never took her eyes off of me. I smiled at her and watched as a blush crept across her face.
"So a stripping kit huh? I never thought that you needed a kit to take off your clothes to some cheesey music." Jane quipped.
"You would know Jane." Daria said, hiding a smile.
"Good one Daria." Trent started laughing, but ended up coughing.
"Hmm, yeah." Daria looked at him for a minute before turning her attention back to me. "So Nick, tell us about your stripping kit." Her deep brown eyes sparkling suggestively.
"A hair stripping kit. Since I've been clean for five months, I decided to go back to my natural hair color."
"So this is the mytical natural hair color. Go back to red, makes you stand out more." Jane said, eyeing me critically.
"I like it." Daria smiled, then looked down at her watch and cussed. "Jane, I'll see you tomorrow. My parental units are on the "kick"." Daria said making finger quotes around the word kick.
"Daria, not in front of these impressionable young minds." Jane said, acting scandalized.
"But Jane, I'm just talking about family bonding time."
"Gahh, Daria not infront of the boys."
Daria smirked and walked towards the door, looking over her shoulder at me and saying, "See ya lover."
"Bye." I smiled at the shocked looks on the Lanes siblings faces as I rushed to kiss her goodbye.
"Nick, Niicckk, Nick!!"
I jerked out of my daydream when Trent snapped his fingers infront of my face.
"Come on man, breaks over."
I picked up my bass and once again launched into "Mr. Normal". Unaware that the object of my affections was watching me from the top of the stairs.
The End.
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DariaM here, thanks for reading this second fic. I hope it was better than the first. All comments, flames, and death threats welcome. By the way, I don't own any of these characters, wish I did thou. lol. Thanks again for reading and good night, or day, whatever.
