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A/N: So, here is chapter five. First off I'm sorry it took so long for me to update. I've been really busy and I just got back to school. I think the chapter length will make up for it though-hopefully :o)
Ruby Love-why did the eep thing throw you off? Daria said eep on the show whenever she'd get freaked out or embarassed. Not all of the time, but she's done it more than once. An example would be the episode that Trent stayed over at her house, and he'd just been offered to stay. It's on your favorites? *grins* I know the characters are a little OOC-twas intended. In the few months that these individuals have been apart, many have had some experiences that have made them change a bit. These things shall be touched upon in later chapters. However, a few characters shall stay basically the same. I'm glad you saw it, though-it proves you know the charcters :o)
I realized in my last note that I forgot to say something about Tom and Daria's "date". One, it isn't a date. Recall the movie "Is it College Yet?" Daria and Tom are talking to each other near the end, and Tom asks Daria if it would be okay with her if they met up and spoke to each other every now and then, to which Daria thought would be fine. Therefore, Daria would be expecting Tom to do something like this and would not consider it to be a date.
I would also like to thank mahna mahna for letting me know about my spelling error :o)
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 5
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Daria's eyes slowly opened to see her old room full of padded walls, skull heads and other creepy junk she's procured during high school. She smiled serenely to herself. 'Ah, I'm home' she thought. She blinked and then realized she had taken a nap with her glasses still on. She sat up in bed and stretched a bit. The sun was now setting, and the sky was full of pink and gold.
She checked her watch to see what time it was. Unfortunately, it wasn't a digital. 'Damnit! Stupid little lines! Even with my glasses I can't read what time it is!' she thought irritably as she squinted. After about ten rather long seconds, she read the time to be seven p.m. 'Geese, I must have been tired. Guess it's time to go down and face my lunatic family.'
She got up and walked down the stairs. It almost felt like just yesterday when she'd still been at Lawndale High, waking up at an ungodly hour to get to school on time. She walked into the living room, seeing a Sick Sad World playing on the t.v. "Is the FBI watching you everywhere in your homes? Are there little cameras hidden in the shower? Perverted agents tonight on Sick Sad World!"
She walked into the kitchen to see Quinn sitting at the table chatting on the phone. "I KNOW, Sandi! I mean, slime green nail polish? What was she THINKING? Somebody should call her. Give her a good talking-to about color- coordination." She paused. "Well of course the color is horrendous to begin with! That's what makes it so much worse!"
Daria turned to see what smelt so good. . .but it was also something that nearly made her fall over in shock. It was her mother, but she was. . .COOKING.
"Mom?"
Helen looked up from what she was doing and smiled brightly at her. "Daria! I'm so glad you're awake. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Did you have a nice nap?"
Daria blinked. "Mom, you're cooking. . ."
Helen started for a moment, and then everything registered. "Oh! Well, I wanted to do something special for you since you just got back. It's not every day that my college daughter comes for a visit." She smiled at her.
Daria just shook her head, but still appreciated what her mom was doing. "Umm, thanks."
"Oh, honey, could you get your father and aunt to come and sit down at the table? I have to keep an eye on these potatoes" she said looking at her work with a slight grimace.
"Alright."
Daria walked out and knocked on the guest room door. "Aunt Rita? It's Daria."
"Is dinner ready?" said an eager, muffled voice.
She lifted her eyebrows, but stayed in her monotone voice. "Yes. You should head over to the dinner table now before the ravenous wolves come and eat everything."
She turned around and headed over to her parent's bedroom, and found that the door was open. She peered in and saw her father sitting on his bed, looking quite putout.
"Um, dad?"
Jake looked up and immediately his facial expression changed. He was quite happy to see her. "Hey, kiddo!"
"Dinner is ready. Mom wants us all to come sit at the table."
"It's not penne a la pesto, is it?" he asked, looking quite nervous.
She blinked. "Don't worry, dad. If anyone tries to splat food on your head, I'll take the blow."
"Gee, thanks!" He suddenly looked down and twiddled with his fingers for a moment, then looked back up at her. "Daria, could I ask you something?"
She nodded, wondering what he was feeling so awful about.
"Well, the thing is. . ." He scratched his head and looked to the side of the room, then back at her. "I know I'm not-well, a very normal dad. And not someone that I'd think anyone would look up to. But am I doing okay, you know, as a father?"
"Haven't we had a conversation like this before?"
"Well, yes. But I need reassurance, Daria. I haven't seen you in months. I just would like to know if I have ever been of any help to where you are today, you know? My father NEVER supported me, always saying I wasn't GOOD enough, that I was WIMP! Well, EXCUSE ME, mister-"
"Dad!" Daria didn't want her father to have another heart attack.
He had a sheepish look. "Uh, sorry. That's just what I mean." He looked down at his feet. "You must be embarrassed to even be related to me."
"Listen, dad," she said, coming up closer to him. She hated it when he got depressed. "So you're a little bit crazy. But everyone-especially in this family-is. Mom is a workaholic, Quinn's voice is so high that she could break windows, and I'm-" She stopped. 'Cynical.' "Well, you know what I mean. You had a hard childhood, but you learned something from it. You might start ranting about it, but you've always been really supportive, and above all, that's the kind of thing that a parent should be."
He looked up and smiled at her. "You really DO understand me!"
Daria couldn't help but smirk. Even if her father was nutty, he had his moments. "Come on. I'm getting hungry."
They left the room and entered the kitchen. Quinn had put the phone away, which surprised Daria immensely. Her aunt Rita sat next to her, who sat next to Helen. Daria sat down next to her mother, and Jake took the vacant seat next to Quinn. Everything was silent for a moment, excluding the clanging of silverware and plates. Helen decided to break the silence.
"So, how has everyone's day been?" she said cheerfully.
No one seemed to want to answer. Daria's eyes discreetly moved from side to side, bending over her food as to have pretended she hadn't heard her mother.
Helen frowned. "Oh, could someone PLEASE say SOMETHING?" she said with agitation. Her eyes landed on Quinn. "Sweetie, how was your day?"
Quinn looked slightly taken-aback, but shrugged it off. "Oh, just talked to everyone from the Fashion-I mean, I talked to Stacy-she wanted to know what color suited her better; blue or green. Then I talked to Tiffany, who seemed to need reassurance that she wasn't fat. . .God, she's crazy AND has to talk slower than a snail can move. Then later Sandi called to tell me that this girl named Rachel from my class wore slime green nail polish." She shuddered at the very thought.
Helen blinked at her child, then turned to Daria, hoping that she had something more intelligent to say. . .if she could get anything out of her that is.
"Daria, how was your day?" she said eagerly.
Suddenly everyone was staring at her, and she shifted uncomfortably. "Well, getting to Lawndale wasn't too bad. When I got here, I went to the flower shop and bumped-literally-into Tom."
Helen's eyes widened, Quinn looked positively delighted, Rita blinked in confusion, and Jake scratched his head.
"Sloane?" Jake piped up, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Umm, yeah" Daria said, looking down at her plate and blushing slightly.
Rita looked quite puzzled. "Tom Sloane? As in the really rich Sloane family?"
"She dated him" Quinn piped up.
Rita smirked at Daria. "I knew there was some sense in you!"
"I feel so flattered" Daria said cynically, frowning.
"So what did you two talk about?" Helen asked curiously.
She shrugged, but was starting to get irritated. She really didn't want to talk about it. "He was there buying some flowers for his mother. I helped him arrange it. We really didn't talk much, but I'm going to see him tommorow."
Quinn's eyes widened. She was positively delighted. "Oh my gosh! I KNEW you two would get back together. Or are you just taking it slow for now?"
Jake shifted uncomfortably.
Daria clenched her fists in agitation. "It's NOT a date."
"But you two are meeting up, aren't you?" Rita replied evenly. Daria sighed. "Look, when we broke up, we decided to stay friends, and meet up with each other every now and then to talk about stuff. Therefore, it's NOT a date!"
Helen nodded. "That's right, Daria. Don't let any boy get it into his head that you're there whenever he darn well pleases."
"Umm. . .could someone please pass the potatoes?" Jake asked timidly, avoiding everyone's gaze.
"What do you mean, Helen? The richest boy in our town shows intrest and you think your daughter should just pass that up?" Rita snapped.
"NO, I'm saying that Daria should stick to her morals, and not let any man dictate them!"
Quinn bit her lip. She didn't want her mother and aunt to fight again. . .and since Amy would be coming soon, it would only get worse. "Umm, here, dad" she said to Jake, handing him a bowl.
"Well, not everyone in this family has to be Miss I-do-everything!"
Helen crossed her arms. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You never let anyone help you! No wonder you married such a helpless man!"
Daria and Helen narrowed their eyes. By the looks of it, Helen was going to spout fire.
"My husband is not helpless! He's loyal, dedicated and loving. Not that YOU'D understand any of that!"
"At least I don't marry wimps!"
"Why you-"
Daria got up abruptly from that table. She couldn't stand anymore for the evening. Perhaps if she hurried, she could catch the rest of Sick Sad World. She stomped away from the kitchen and went all the way into her room, locking herself inside.
Back at the table, everyone was blinking in confusion. "Is it something I said?" Jake asked, the most bewildered. Throughout the conversation he'd blocked a lot out. . .he was used to those kind of remarks by now. Quinn looked at her dad sympathetically. "No, daddy."
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Please review!
A/N: So, here is chapter five. First off I'm sorry it took so long for me to update. I've been really busy and I just got back to school. I think the chapter length will make up for it though-hopefully :o)
Ruby Love-why did the eep thing throw you off? Daria said eep on the show whenever she'd get freaked out or embarassed. Not all of the time, but she's done it more than once. An example would be the episode that Trent stayed over at her house, and he'd just been offered to stay. It's on your favorites? *grins* I know the characters are a little OOC-twas intended. In the few months that these individuals have been apart, many have had some experiences that have made them change a bit. These things shall be touched upon in later chapters. However, a few characters shall stay basically the same. I'm glad you saw it, though-it proves you know the charcters :o)
I realized in my last note that I forgot to say something about Tom and Daria's "date". One, it isn't a date. Recall the movie "Is it College Yet?" Daria and Tom are talking to each other near the end, and Tom asks Daria if it would be okay with her if they met up and spoke to each other every now and then, to which Daria thought would be fine. Therefore, Daria would be expecting Tom to do something like this and would not consider it to be a date.
I would also like to thank mahna mahna for letting me know about my spelling error :o)
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 5
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Daria's eyes slowly opened to see her old room full of padded walls, skull heads and other creepy junk she's procured during high school. She smiled serenely to herself. 'Ah, I'm home' she thought. She blinked and then realized she had taken a nap with her glasses still on. She sat up in bed and stretched a bit. The sun was now setting, and the sky was full of pink and gold.
She checked her watch to see what time it was. Unfortunately, it wasn't a digital. 'Damnit! Stupid little lines! Even with my glasses I can't read what time it is!' she thought irritably as she squinted. After about ten rather long seconds, she read the time to be seven p.m. 'Geese, I must have been tired. Guess it's time to go down and face my lunatic family.'
She got up and walked down the stairs. It almost felt like just yesterday when she'd still been at Lawndale High, waking up at an ungodly hour to get to school on time. She walked into the living room, seeing a Sick Sad World playing on the t.v. "Is the FBI watching you everywhere in your homes? Are there little cameras hidden in the shower? Perverted agents tonight on Sick Sad World!"
She walked into the kitchen to see Quinn sitting at the table chatting on the phone. "I KNOW, Sandi! I mean, slime green nail polish? What was she THINKING? Somebody should call her. Give her a good talking-to about color- coordination." She paused. "Well of course the color is horrendous to begin with! That's what makes it so much worse!"
Daria turned to see what smelt so good. . .but it was also something that nearly made her fall over in shock. It was her mother, but she was. . .COOKING.
"Mom?"
Helen looked up from what she was doing and smiled brightly at her. "Daria! I'm so glad you're awake. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Did you have a nice nap?"
Daria blinked. "Mom, you're cooking. . ."
Helen started for a moment, and then everything registered. "Oh! Well, I wanted to do something special for you since you just got back. It's not every day that my college daughter comes for a visit." She smiled at her.
Daria just shook her head, but still appreciated what her mom was doing. "Umm, thanks."
"Oh, honey, could you get your father and aunt to come and sit down at the table? I have to keep an eye on these potatoes" she said looking at her work with a slight grimace.
"Alright."
Daria walked out and knocked on the guest room door. "Aunt Rita? It's Daria."
"Is dinner ready?" said an eager, muffled voice.
She lifted her eyebrows, but stayed in her monotone voice. "Yes. You should head over to the dinner table now before the ravenous wolves come and eat everything."
She turned around and headed over to her parent's bedroom, and found that the door was open. She peered in and saw her father sitting on his bed, looking quite putout.
"Um, dad?"
Jake looked up and immediately his facial expression changed. He was quite happy to see her. "Hey, kiddo!"
"Dinner is ready. Mom wants us all to come sit at the table."
"It's not penne a la pesto, is it?" he asked, looking quite nervous.
She blinked. "Don't worry, dad. If anyone tries to splat food on your head, I'll take the blow."
"Gee, thanks!" He suddenly looked down and twiddled with his fingers for a moment, then looked back up at her. "Daria, could I ask you something?"
She nodded, wondering what he was feeling so awful about.
"Well, the thing is. . ." He scratched his head and looked to the side of the room, then back at her. "I know I'm not-well, a very normal dad. And not someone that I'd think anyone would look up to. But am I doing okay, you know, as a father?"
"Haven't we had a conversation like this before?"
"Well, yes. But I need reassurance, Daria. I haven't seen you in months. I just would like to know if I have ever been of any help to where you are today, you know? My father NEVER supported me, always saying I wasn't GOOD enough, that I was WIMP! Well, EXCUSE ME, mister-"
"Dad!" Daria didn't want her father to have another heart attack.
He had a sheepish look. "Uh, sorry. That's just what I mean." He looked down at his feet. "You must be embarrassed to even be related to me."
"Listen, dad," she said, coming up closer to him. She hated it when he got depressed. "So you're a little bit crazy. But everyone-especially in this family-is. Mom is a workaholic, Quinn's voice is so high that she could break windows, and I'm-" She stopped. 'Cynical.' "Well, you know what I mean. You had a hard childhood, but you learned something from it. You might start ranting about it, but you've always been really supportive, and above all, that's the kind of thing that a parent should be."
He looked up and smiled at her. "You really DO understand me!"
Daria couldn't help but smirk. Even if her father was nutty, he had his moments. "Come on. I'm getting hungry."
They left the room and entered the kitchen. Quinn had put the phone away, which surprised Daria immensely. Her aunt Rita sat next to her, who sat next to Helen. Daria sat down next to her mother, and Jake took the vacant seat next to Quinn. Everything was silent for a moment, excluding the clanging of silverware and plates. Helen decided to break the silence.
"So, how has everyone's day been?" she said cheerfully.
No one seemed to want to answer. Daria's eyes discreetly moved from side to side, bending over her food as to have pretended she hadn't heard her mother.
Helen frowned. "Oh, could someone PLEASE say SOMETHING?" she said with agitation. Her eyes landed on Quinn. "Sweetie, how was your day?"
Quinn looked slightly taken-aback, but shrugged it off. "Oh, just talked to everyone from the Fashion-I mean, I talked to Stacy-she wanted to know what color suited her better; blue or green. Then I talked to Tiffany, who seemed to need reassurance that she wasn't fat. . .God, she's crazy AND has to talk slower than a snail can move. Then later Sandi called to tell me that this girl named Rachel from my class wore slime green nail polish." She shuddered at the very thought.
Helen blinked at her child, then turned to Daria, hoping that she had something more intelligent to say. . .if she could get anything out of her that is.
"Daria, how was your day?" she said eagerly.
Suddenly everyone was staring at her, and she shifted uncomfortably. "Well, getting to Lawndale wasn't too bad. When I got here, I went to the flower shop and bumped-literally-into Tom."
Helen's eyes widened, Quinn looked positively delighted, Rita blinked in confusion, and Jake scratched his head.
"Sloane?" Jake piped up, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Umm, yeah" Daria said, looking down at her plate and blushing slightly.
Rita looked quite puzzled. "Tom Sloane? As in the really rich Sloane family?"
"She dated him" Quinn piped up.
Rita smirked at Daria. "I knew there was some sense in you!"
"I feel so flattered" Daria said cynically, frowning.
"So what did you two talk about?" Helen asked curiously.
She shrugged, but was starting to get irritated. She really didn't want to talk about it. "He was there buying some flowers for his mother. I helped him arrange it. We really didn't talk much, but I'm going to see him tommorow."
Quinn's eyes widened. She was positively delighted. "Oh my gosh! I KNEW you two would get back together. Or are you just taking it slow for now?"
Jake shifted uncomfortably.
Daria clenched her fists in agitation. "It's NOT a date."
"But you two are meeting up, aren't you?" Rita replied evenly. Daria sighed. "Look, when we broke up, we decided to stay friends, and meet up with each other every now and then to talk about stuff. Therefore, it's NOT a date!"
Helen nodded. "That's right, Daria. Don't let any boy get it into his head that you're there whenever he darn well pleases."
"Umm. . .could someone please pass the potatoes?" Jake asked timidly, avoiding everyone's gaze.
"What do you mean, Helen? The richest boy in our town shows intrest and you think your daughter should just pass that up?" Rita snapped.
"NO, I'm saying that Daria should stick to her morals, and not let any man dictate them!"
Quinn bit her lip. She didn't want her mother and aunt to fight again. . .and since Amy would be coming soon, it would only get worse. "Umm, here, dad" she said to Jake, handing him a bowl.
"Well, not everyone in this family has to be Miss I-do-everything!"
Helen crossed her arms. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You never let anyone help you! No wonder you married such a helpless man!"
Daria and Helen narrowed their eyes. By the looks of it, Helen was going to spout fire.
"My husband is not helpless! He's loyal, dedicated and loving. Not that YOU'D understand any of that!"
"At least I don't marry wimps!"
"Why you-"
Daria got up abruptly from that table. She couldn't stand anymore for the evening. Perhaps if she hurried, she could catch the rest of Sick Sad World. She stomped away from the kitchen and went all the way into her room, locking herself inside.
Back at the table, everyone was blinking in confusion. "Is it something I said?" Jake asked, the most bewildered. Throughout the conversation he'd blocked a lot out. . .he was used to those kind of remarks by now. Quinn looked at her dad sympathetically. "No, daddy."
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