Disclaimers: I do not own Daria in any shape or form. However, MTV and
Noggin do.
A/N: I just wanted to say thank you to Jess, The Waco Kid , and Ace Trax. I rarely get any constructive criticism, and considering that I am 16 and planning on becoming a writer, I need all of the help I can get. And also a thanks to delusionAli-yes, it's nice to actually see some Tom and Daria (
Summary: Daria's life has been pretty boring since she graduated from Lawndale High. After a certain mishap with her glasses, she meets up with everyone she knew during high school. Chaos ensues. Her life has just been spiced up a little TOO much. Daria/Tom, amongst others.
~*~ Is My Sanity Gone Yet? ~*~
Part 2
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Daria felt pretty proud of herself. She had somehow managed to get her clothes on correctly, without the use of vision. She had, however, bumped into quite a few things in the process. Once Jane had arrived, she gave Daria a walking stick and a pair of sunglasses, to which Daria remarked, "I still need my Seeing Eye dog." Walking to Jane's car had been rather easy, but when Daria tried to get inside, she bumped her head pretty bad.
"So, how is life?" Jane asked as she drove.
"Let's see. I broke my glasses because I had a nightmare and I have a big bump on my head. I feel swell."
Jane lifted an eyebrow. "You had a nightmare? I didn't think nightmares bothered someone like you, Daria."
Daria shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Even a depression chick like me can be bothered by one. I really don't want to talk about it."
Jane shrugged. "That's ok. What I really want to know is how your life has been-past all of that."
"You can relate my life to my outward appearance. In other words, boring. My roommate isn't much of an entertainment, nor studying. All of my concentration has been focused on one thing: college."
"Sounds like a thrill-and-a-half."
"That's another reason why I called you" Daria added. "You were-are-my closest friend."
"The feeling is mutual," Jane said with a slight smile. "As time went by, I realized how much fun I had with you-and I miss that."
"We should go out for some pizza after this" Daria suggested.
"Look back at the good old days" Jane said with a smirk. Then she frowned. "You haven't had breakfast, have you?"
"Nope. What's wrong with having pizza for breakfast?"
Jane parked the car in front of the shop, and made sure Daria didn't hit her head on the car again. "You'll lose precious brain cells," she said with a slight grin.
Daria couldn't see much with the single lens that she had, but she recognized that Jane had brought her to the right place. This was her actual eye doctor's office, so she would not have any problems. However, Jane had to fill out Daria's long questionnaire.
"Hmm, let's see here," Jane said, eyeing the list. "Are you allergic to anything?"
"Only to stupid people and stupid questions."
"Are you taking any drugs?"
"Advil for the headaches produced from questionnaires."
Jane lifted an eyebrow amusedly. "Engaged in sexual activity?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm just the little playboy bunny" Daria answered in monotone. Then she frowned. "What has that got to do with eyesight?"
"You got me, Miss Playboy Bunny. And do you require glasses?"
"Only if aliens invade."
Once the whole thing was filled out, Jane had Daria sign and returned it to the front desk. To both of their surprise, Daria was asked to come in almost straight away. Jane came along with a magazine.
They both entered the room and said hi to Daria's doctor, Kay. Early in her forties, the auburn-haired woman had a gentle and understanding face-and wore glasses herself. She smiled at Daria. "Since you came in just over a month ago, and it's obvious that you need a new pair of glasses, we'll just cut to the chase."
"Thank God" Daria sighed. She had always liked her eye doctor. She was nearly as witty as she was, and she didn't try to prolong anything to see how much money she could make off of a patient. "Oh, but I don't want to just throw this pair in the trash. I was wondering if they could be repaired. In the meantime I'll wear a new pair."
Kay looked at the destroyed pair with reluctance. "I'll see if it can be fixed. Obviously you'll need a new lens." Then she pointed to another desk where all of the frames and lenses were held. "Derrick will look these over. I'll be right back to help you find a new pair."
Jane watched her leave as they headed towards the desk. "She's a really nice lady. One in a million where doctors are concerned, too."
Daria nodded at her, then looked up at the man standing behind the desk, busy polishing a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. "Umm, excuse me?"
Derrick stopped and looked up at them. He smiled a fake, toothy smile. "What can I do for you?"
"Umm, I was wondering" she began, pulling out her shattered pair of glasses. "Can these be repaired?"
He frowned and looked at them with great discern in his eyes. "Yeah, but it will take a while-like 1 and a half weeks, I wager. Er," he began, looking at her with a funny expression. "Maybe you should just go with a new pair."
Now Daria was getting mad. People just didn't understand how much those glasses meant to her. "I'm buying a spare that I'll wear until these are fixed."
"Of course you will" Kay replied from behind, coming behind the desk next to Derrick. "Fix these up. I'm going to help her choose a spare pair."
Derrick still looked a bit confused and irritated, but he left. Then Kay turned to Daria and held out a few papers. She took them and saw different colored frames, differently shaped frames, and possibly any other frame you could possibly think up of. Daria quickly realized that they didn't carry her style.
"I don't know which pair I should pick," she said ruefully.
"Don't fret, Daria" Jane replied as she smirked. "I think that nice, 50's- style, pink, studded pair would suit you just fine."
The doctor took the papers and flipped to a certain page. Her eyes lit up. "Ah, yes. I think these would suit you just fine."
Daria and Jane looked to where Kay pointed. They were rectangular in shape, with the edges curved softly. The frame itself was colored redwood. Daria felt a bit skeptical, but she trusted Kay's judgement. "Let me try them on."
Kay went over to the wall and pulled out the pair. She turned back, handed Daria the glasses and smiled. As she touched the pair, Daria felt very anxious, although she'd never openly admit it. Now she missed her old glasses more than ever. She slipped them on with caution, then looked into the mirror.
She raised her eyebrows. She didn't look bad in these at all. They seemed to go well with not only her face, but also her personality. They emphasized a kind of maturity in her, and she liked that. She smiled slightly.
"I'll take them."
~*~
So, what do you think? Please review.
SPOILER ALERT
For those of you who are wondering when the heck Tom is going to show up, don't worry.he'll come in the next chapter.
A/N: I just wanted to say thank you to Jess, The Waco Kid , and Ace Trax. I rarely get any constructive criticism, and considering that I am 16 and planning on becoming a writer, I need all of the help I can get. And also a thanks to delusionAli-yes, it's nice to actually see some Tom and Daria (
Summary: Daria's life has been pretty boring since she graduated from Lawndale High. After a certain mishap with her glasses, she meets up with everyone she knew during high school. Chaos ensues. Her life has just been spiced up a little TOO much. Daria/Tom, amongst others.
~*~ Is My Sanity Gone Yet? ~*~
Part 2
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*
Daria felt pretty proud of herself. She had somehow managed to get her clothes on correctly, without the use of vision. She had, however, bumped into quite a few things in the process. Once Jane had arrived, she gave Daria a walking stick and a pair of sunglasses, to which Daria remarked, "I still need my Seeing Eye dog." Walking to Jane's car had been rather easy, but when Daria tried to get inside, she bumped her head pretty bad.
"So, how is life?" Jane asked as she drove.
"Let's see. I broke my glasses because I had a nightmare and I have a big bump on my head. I feel swell."
Jane lifted an eyebrow. "You had a nightmare? I didn't think nightmares bothered someone like you, Daria."
Daria shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Even a depression chick like me can be bothered by one. I really don't want to talk about it."
Jane shrugged. "That's ok. What I really want to know is how your life has been-past all of that."
"You can relate my life to my outward appearance. In other words, boring. My roommate isn't much of an entertainment, nor studying. All of my concentration has been focused on one thing: college."
"Sounds like a thrill-and-a-half."
"That's another reason why I called you" Daria added. "You were-are-my closest friend."
"The feeling is mutual," Jane said with a slight smile. "As time went by, I realized how much fun I had with you-and I miss that."
"We should go out for some pizza after this" Daria suggested.
"Look back at the good old days" Jane said with a smirk. Then she frowned. "You haven't had breakfast, have you?"
"Nope. What's wrong with having pizza for breakfast?"
Jane parked the car in front of the shop, and made sure Daria didn't hit her head on the car again. "You'll lose precious brain cells," she said with a slight grin.
Daria couldn't see much with the single lens that she had, but she recognized that Jane had brought her to the right place. This was her actual eye doctor's office, so she would not have any problems. However, Jane had to fill out Daria's long questionnaire.
"Hmm, let's see here," Jane said, eyeing the list. "Are you allergic to anything?"
"Only to stupid people and stupid questions."
"Are you taking any drugs?"
"Advil for the headaches produced from questionnaires."
Jane lifted an eyebrow amusedly. "Engaged in sexual activity?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm just the little playboy bunny" Daria answered in monotone. Then she frowned. "What has that got to do with eyesight?"
"You got me, Miss Playboy Bunny. And do you require glasses?"
"Only if aliens invade."
Once the whole thing was filled out, Jane had Daria sign and returned it to the front desk. To both of their surprise, Daria was asked to come in almost straight away. Jane came along with a magazine.
They both entered the room and said hi to Daria's doctor, Kay. Early in her forties, the auburn-haired woman had a gentle and understanding face-and wore glasses herself. She smiled at Daria. "Since you came in just over a month ago, and it's obvious that you need a new pair of glasses, we'll just cut to the chase."
"Thank God" Daria sighed. She had always liked her eye doctor. She was nearly as witty as she was, and she didn't try to prolong anything to see how much money she could make off of a patient. "Oh, but I don't want to just throw this pair in the trash. I was wondering if they could be repaired. In the meantime I'll wear a new pair."
Kay looked at the destroyed pair with reluctance. "I'll see if it can be fixed. Obviously you'll need a new lens." Then she pointed to another desk where all of the frames and lenses were held. "Derrick will look these over. I'll be right back to help you find a new pair."
Jane watched her leave as they headed towards the desk. "She's a really nice lady. One in a million where doctors are concerned, too."
Daria nodded at her, then looked up at the man standing behind the desk, busy polishing a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. "Umm, excuse me?"
Derrick stopped and looked up at them. He smiled a fake, toothy smile. "What can I do for you?"
"Umm, I was wondering" she began, pulling out her shattered pair of glasses. "Can these be repaired?"
He frowned and looked at them with great discern in his eyes. "Yeah, but it will take a while-like 1 and a half weeks, I wager. Er," he began, looking at her with a funny expression. "Maybe you should just go with a new pair."
Now Daria was getting mad. People just didn't understand how much those glasses meant to her. "I'm buying a spare that I'll wear until these are fixed."
"Of course you will" Kay replied from behind, coming behind the desk next to Derrick. "Fix these up. I'm going to help her choose a spare pair."
Derrick still looked a bit confused and irritated, but he left. Then Kay turned to Daria and held out a few papers. She took them and saw different colored frames, differently shaped frames, and possibly any other frame you could possibly think up of. Daria quickly realized that they didn't carry her style.
"I don't know which pair I should pick," she said ruefully.
"Don't fret, Daria" Jane replied as she smirked. "I think that nice, 50's- style, pink, studded pair would suit you just fine."
The doctor took the papers and flipped to a certain page. Her eyes lit up. "Ah, yes. I think these would suit you just fine."
Daria and Jane looked to where Kay pointed. They were rectangular in shape, with the edges curved softly. The frame itself was colored redwood. Daria felt a bit skeptical, but she trusted Kay's judgement. "Let me try them on."
Kay went over to the wall and pulled out the pair. She turned back, handed Daria the glasses and smiled. As she touched the pair, Daria felt very anxious, although she'd never openly admit it. Now she missed her old glasses more than ever. She slipped them on with caution, then looked into the mirror.
She raised her eyebrows. She didn't look bad in these at all. They seemed to go well with not only her face, but also her personality. They emphasized a kind of maturity in her, and she liked that. She smiled slightly.
"I'll take them."
~*~
So, what do you think? Please review.
SPOILER ALERT
For those of you who are wondering when the heck Tom is going to show up, don't worry.he'll come in the next chapter.