Disclaimers: You know the drill. I don't own these characters. But I don't have money either, so it would be pointless to sue me.

A/N: To those of you that reviewed, thank you very much. Again, I'm sorry it takes me so long to upload new chapters, but life has been pretty hectic for me. I apologize for making you readers sit back wondering what the heck will happen at Daria's makeover party.

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 Nine

"Jane, I am positively afraid to ever let you sleep over at my house again."

"Don't worry Daria, this will be fun. In that freakish girly sort of way."

"Key term: freakish."

Jane and Daria had walked back out of Daria's room and were once again facing Quinn's door, but now closed. Jane and Daria exchanged glances, and then Jane finally knocked.

"Who's there?" Quinn's voice called, sounding a bit muffled.

Jane looked at Daria, and she sighed and called back. "Daria and Jane. We wanted to ask you something."

There was a pause, and then they heard scrambling over to the door. Quinn opened it looking slightly confused.

"Uh, hey. . .what is it?"

"Well" Jane said, stepping up a bit closer to Quinn, "we are bored stiff, and quite frankly, the idea of having a girly party sounds quite intriguing. But, seeing as Daria and I have never undergone such an operation, we realized that we needed your assistance, and can join in the fun."

Quinn blinked at the both of them for a moment, wondering if she had honestly just heard what had been said. It wasn't that she was slow, she just never expected Daria or Jane to want to be. . .girly.

"Wow! Okay. Come on inside, and the fun shall begin."

"I can't believe I'm doing this. . ." Daria muttered under her breath as she walked inside.

"Hey, this will be fun, just give your sister a chance" Jane offered quietly as Quinn rushed around her room to set up a few supplies. Daria and Jane sat down on the floor as they watched Quinn run around like a nutcase.

"This is going to be a lot of fun, I promise!" Quinn said as she ran around, pulling put random beauty products. "I always hated doing this with the Fashion Club. If you didn't have the latest new styling product, you were shunned."

Daria and Jane exchanged glances.

"Oh, the whole clique thing was so STUPID. I hated it. I mean, I find a really good blush and suddenly I shouldn't use it any more. I find a cute top, and it's out of style. Fashion shouldn't be like that. You should wear what just simply suits you."

"So then why did you let them dictate your own personal style?" Jane piped up.

Quinn turned and looked at them, looking slightly ashamed. "Because. . .the only thing that really mattered to me was to be accepted. To be popular." She turned away and continued grabbing a few things. "What a stupid concept it is. Its not really about whether people like you or not, but a sort of hierarchy you have. You can easily be a queen or a tyrant."

She had finally finished creating her beauty supply pile, and she sat down with the two of them on the floor. She looked up at them and smiled.

"So, where do you want to start?"

Daria eyed the pile apprehensively. 'Great. First my glasses, now the rest of my face. What's next? My wardrobe that consists of only one type of outfit?'

Jane picked up a pair of tweezers. She smirked and clapped them together like they were teeth. She turned to Daria. "Hey, Morgendorffer-"

"Come near me with those things and I will make you suffer without mercy."

"By doing what?"

"I will bite you."

Quinn blinked at the two of them. Then she smiled.

"Well, Jane doesn't have all that much to worry about, unless you recently developed rabies."

Both Daria and Jane turned and looked at her in awe.

"That was pretty funny," Jane said with a smirk.

"I'll say."

Quinn grinned.

Daria looked at the tweezers once more, and then looked at her sister.

"Alright, I'll do it. But I'm not letting Jane do my eyebrows. She'll purposely make me have a perfect unibrow or something. . ."

A few hours later, the girls were looking mighty spiffy. And yes, Daria and Jane were in the full-out makeup getup. Not too much though. . .more of the elegant, natural beauty-type thing.

"I'm afraid to look into the mirror" Daria groaned, patting her hair and trying to get used to the new feel.

Jane smirked. "Oh yes Daria, you look even worse than you did before" she mocked.

"Honestly Daria, you look great!" Quinn pulled her sister in front of the mirror. "Look!"

Daria had shut her eyes, but then sighed and opened them. She stared.

It was her. She was still Daria. But now, it seemed like she'd been...highlighted. She'd been brought out.

She smiled.

Quinn looked at her nervously. "Do you like it?"

Daria turned to her sister. "Quinn, thank you."

Quinn smiled.

Jane came up a bit. "You know what I think this calls for? A trip to the mall."

They all looked at each other in unison, Daria a little fearful, Quinn excited, and Jane amused.

Yes, this would certainly be interesting.

Again, sorry about the wait. And if you don't like the length, or how long it took me to put this up, then don't hassle anyone else by putting up something nasty.

Thank you all.