A/N: So, the fic is back on! It's before finals now, and my teachers were
sparing with homework today for some odd reason. So, here I am, and I'm
going to type my heart out. I'd like to thank Ruby Love, Mahna Mahna, Jade,
*******, and laan for supporting this fic. Anyhow, I've decided that I'm
just going to type and see what I come up with. Sometimes my randomness
pays off.
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 7
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In the Lane residence, there was a distinct odor of pizza, beer, soda, and old smelly socks in the air. As usual, Jane and Trent's parents were out of the country. The entire house was a horrible mess, with dirty laundry, old pizza boxes, and empty cans scattered all over the place. In the background, one could hear instruments being experimented with.
Jane Lane was going insane.
She grabbed her hair with both hands in agitation. Her hair was rather messy, and she had bags under her eyes. She was not getting much sleep since she came back to Lawndale.
"Grrr, shoot me already! Damn you lazy bums!" she shouted, kicking a can across the floor.
The doorbell rang.
"Coming, damnit! You don't have to be so loud." she grumbled as she went over to the door. She opened it up to see Daria looking at her. "Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."
"Very funny, Morgendorffer. Actually, I didn't get any sleep last night. Trent and his band got a little 'wild' last night."
"You seem to be putting it lightly."
"Yep."
"So, I'll assume you want out of this-"
"Hell-hole. Yep."
"Where do you want to go?"
"Out."
"That narrows it down."
"Yep."
"Works for me."
Jane's face lightened slightly. She could just as stone-faced as Daria, but right now all she had wanted was to see her best friend.
"Well, I guess I had better tell Trent I'll be gone, although it probably won't make much of a difference."
Daria and Jane walked down to the basement, where Mystik Spiral was "experimenting". Let's just say it is not good to play when you have a hangover. Trent looked up.
"Oh, hey sis. Hey Daria" Trent said with a smile.
Daria wrinkled her nose from the stench of beer, but nodded politely at Trent.
"You guys sound like crap, you know that?" Jane snapped at him.
Trent frowned. "Hey, give us a break. We've been working on it all night."
"Yeah, I KNOW. Which is why I'm getting the hell out of here with Daria."
"When will you be coming home?"
"Don't know. You'll probably be asleep when I get back anyway."
"True. The band and I are pretty burned out."
Jane rolled her eyes, spun on her heel and walked back up the stairs, Daria following close behind.
"Thank GOD you're here. I'm so sick of this place. I'm just about ready to shoot myself."
"Before you do that, you wouldn't mind shooting me would you?"
"Hey, what are friends for?"
Jane and Daria smirked just a little, in spite of the situation.
"So, where do want to go?"
"Don't know, don't care. Hey, isn't Sick Sad World on soon?"
~*~
It was on, alright. Actually, there was a whole marathon going on. By that point in time, the alien special was on. Jane grabbed the remote and shut off the t.v.
"That episode still gives me the creeps."
"I've seen creepier."
"Such as.?"
Daria sighed, and went into detail about what had happened that morning. Jane gawked at her.
".Okay, I knew you're dad was nuts, but to that extent?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I don't know.maybe I'm overreacting?"
"Possibly" Jane said with a shrug. "But you never know. Why do you think that he really has gone crazy?"
"Just the look in his eyes.I've never seen him so shaken or freaked out in my life. He looked like he was in shock. Usually when he thinks about his father, he just gets really cranky and-"
"Whiny. But he wasn't like that at all this time?"
"Nope."
"What are you going to do?"
"Don't have a clue. I guess I'll just keep an eye on him, and see what else might happen. I mean, for all I know, I'm just thinking too much into things and it will all be over, right?"
Jane looked at her somberly. Daria sighed.
"I don't know what to tell you, Daria. But, whatever happens, you can always come talk to me, okay?" she said with a slight smile.
Daria nodded.
"Anyhow, I know you and Tom went to eat pizza," she said, hiding a grin. "I know I'm going to sound like a stupid teen prep when I say this, but- details, please."
Daria rolled her eyes and went into telling Jane about lunch.
".And then you called, so I told him I had to leave, and-" Daria stopped herself abruptly, her cheeks turning rather red.
Jane lifted an eyebrow. "And.?"
"And that's it."
"Don't you give me that, Morgendorffer. I've been to our old pizza joint, and I know there's mistletoe at the door.I think they purposely put that up AFTER we left."
Daria was fighting an inner struggle, but finally gave in. "Well.he kinda just looked at me funny, so then I finally just gave him a peck on the cheek and left as fast as I could."
Jane smirked at her.
"Don't give me that look."
"Sorry, Morgendorffer, but it can't be helped.and neither can you."
"Don't say it."
"Why shouldn't I? You know it's true."
"If I admit it to myself, then the apocalypse will commence."
"Don't you want to be happy, Daria?"
"I don't know the meaning of the word. Look, in the end, we'll just have to say goodbye again. It's just not worth it."
"Daria, if you don't try again, then you're going to regret it for the rest of your life. You'll be a stinky old lady with a bunch of cats. Is that what you really want?"
Daria sighed and looked down at the table. "Well, I guess not."
"We'll have you two back together in no time, and then you'll be yourself again."
Daria looked up at Jane. "No, I won't be."
Jane frowned at her, and Daria shook her head.
"I still need my glasses."
Jane smirked. "Yes, it is getting rather difficult to look at you with this new pair. You look an awful lot more sophisticated."
".Please don't say that again."
"Sorry."
"You don't sound sorry."
"Do I have to be?"
"I guess not."
"So, how is the Christmas party planning coming along?"
Daria frowned. "Actually, I haven't heard anyone talk about it at home yet."
"I can smell an evil foreboding arising."
"And it stinks, too."
"Speaking of stinky things, I was wondering.er, if it's okay with you.can I stay over at your place for a while? Honestly, I can't stand being in my own house."
"Of course you can. Although I'll have to warn you, it's going to be a mad house."
"A Morgendorffer mad house. I like it."
~*~
End of Chapter 7.
So, what do you think? Please review.
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 7
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In the Lane residence, there was a distinct odor of pizza, beer, soda, and old smelly socks in the air. As usual, Jane and Trent's parents were out of the country. The entire house was a horrible mess, with dirty laundry, old pizza boxes, and empty cans scattered all over the place. In the background, one could hear instruments being experimented with.
Jane Lane was going insane.
She grabbed her hair with both hands in agitation. Her hair was rather messy, and she had bags under her eyes. She was not getting much sleep since she came back to Lawndale.
"Grrr, shoot me already! Damn you lazy bums!" she shouted, kicking a can across the floor.
The doorbell rang.
"Coming, damnit! You don't have to be so loud." she grumbled as she went over to the door. She opened it up to see Daria looking at her. "Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."
"Very funny, Morgendorffer. Actually, I didn't get any sleep last night. Trent and his band got a little 'wild' last night."
"You seem to be putting it lightly."
"Yep."
"So, I'll assume you want out of this-"
"Hell-hole. Yep."
"Where do you want to go?"
"Out."
"That narrows it down."
"Yep."
"Works for me."
Jane's face lightened slightly. She could just as stone-faced as Daria, but right now all she had wanted was to see her best friend.
"Well, I guess I had better tell Trent I'll be gone, although it probably won't make much of a difference."
Daria and Jane walked down to the basement, where Mystik Spiral was "experimenting". Let's just say it is not good to play when you have a hangover. Trent looked up.
"Oh, hey sis. Hey Daria" Trent said with a smile.
Daria wrinkled her nose from the stench of beer, but nodded politely at Trent.
"You guys sound like crap, you know that?" Jane snapped at him.
Trent frowned. "Hey, give us a break. We've been working on it all night."
"Yeah, I KNOW. Which is why I'm getting the hell out of here with Daria."
"When will you be coming home?"
"Don't know. You'll probably be asleep when I get back anyway."
"True. The band and I are pretty burned out."
Jane rolled her eyes, spun on her heel and walked back up the stairs, Daria following close behind.
"Thank GOD you're here. I'm so sick of this place. I'm just about ready to shoot myself."
"Before you do that, you wouldn't mind shooting me would you?"
"Hey, what are friends for?"
Jane and Daria smirked just a little, in spite of the situation.
"So, where do want to go?"
"Don't know, don't care. Hey, isn't Sick Sad World on soon?"
~*~
It was on, alright. Actually, there was a whole marathon going on. By that point in time, the alien special was on. Jane grabbed the remote and shut off the t.v.
"That episode still gives me the creeps."
"I've seen creepier."
"Such as.?"
Daria sighed, and went into detail about what had happened that morning. Jane gawked at her.
".Okay, I knew you're dad was nuts, but to that extent?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I don't know.maybe I'm overreacting?"
"Possibly" Jane said with a shrug. "But you never know. Why do you think that he really has gone crazy?"
"Just the look in his eyes.I've never seen him so shaken or freaked out in my life. He looked like he was in shock. Usually when he thinks about his father, he just gets really cranky and-"
"Whiny. But he wasn't like that at all this time?"
"Nope."
"What are you going to do?"
"Don't have a clue. I guess I'll just keep an eye on him, and see what else might happen. I mean, for all I know, I'm just thinking too much into things and it will all be over, right?"
Jane looked at her somberly. Daria sighed.
"I don't know what to tell you, Daria. But, whatever happens, you can always come talk to me, okay?" she said with a slight smile.
Daria nodded.
"Anyhow, I know you and Tom went to eat pizza," she said, hiding a grin. "I know I'm going to sound like a stupid teen prep when I say this, but- details, please."
Daria rolled her eyes and went into telling Jane about lunch.
".And then you called, so I told him I had to leave, and-" Daria stopped herself abruptly, her cheeks turning rather red.
Jane lifted an eyebrow. "And.?"
"And that's it."
"Don't you give me that, Morgendorffer. I've been to our old pizza joint, and I know there's mistletoe at the door.I think they purposely put that up AFTER we left."
Daria was fighting an inner struggle, but finally gave in. "Well.he kinda just looked at me funny, so then I finally just gave him a peck on the cheek and left as fast as I could."
Jane smirked at her.
"Don't give me that look."
"Sorry, Morgendorffer, but it can't be helped.and neither can you."
"Don't say it."
"Why shouldn't I? You know it's true."
"If I admit it to myself, then the apocalypse will commence."
"Don't you want to be happy, Daria?"
"I don't know the meaning of the word. Look, in the end, we'll just have to say goodbye again. It's just not worth it."
"Daria, if you don't try again, then you're going to regret it for the rest of your life. You'll be a stinky old lady with a bunch of cats. Is that what you really want?"
Daria sighed and looked down at the table. "Well, I guess not."
"We'll have you two back together in no time, and then you'll be yourself again."
Daria looked up at Jane. "No, I won't be."
Jane frowned at her, and Daria shook her head.
"I still need my glasses."
Jane smirked. "Yes, it is getting rather difficult to look at you with this new pair. You look an awful lot more sophisticated."
".Please don't say that again."
"Sorry."
"You don't sound sorry."
"Do I have to be?"
"I guess not."
"So, how is the Christmas party planning coming along?"
Daria frowned. "Actually, I haven't heard anyone talk about it at home yet."
"I can smell an evil foreboding arising."
"And it stinks, too."
"Speaking of stinky things, I was wondering.er, if it's okay with you.can I stay over at your place for a while? Honestly, I can't stand being in my own house."
"Of course you can. Although I'll have to warn you, it's going to be a mad house."
"A Morgendorffer mad house. I like it."
~*~
End of Chapter 7.
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