Hey, guys. I appreciate the reviews. Here is chapter three.

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"So," Daria said, sitting on her sister's bed uncomfortably. "Any idea on how the hell this happened?"

Quinn, who was sitting next to her, didn't answer.

"Quinn...?"

"I just can't believe it," Quinn said, shaking her head. "This is freaking me out."

"Really? That one attempt to lock yourself in the cupboard sure didn't clue me in."

Their parents, concerned with their children's horrifying meltdowns, allowed them to stay at home. Quinn spent two hours bawling and yelling stuff like, "Now, no boys are going to take me out to Chez Pierre or anywhere! Because I'm a...a...brain!" while Daria silently read five books during the time, not willing to risk losing brain cells while residing in Quinn's body.

It was very unusual to see Daria crying or showing any kind of emotion whatsoever, and even more unusual to see Quinn reading something other than Waif, so Helen and Jake concluded that their behavior was caused by whatever the thing Jake cooked last night was...and that led to a loud argument that ended with Helen and Jake driving away angrily to their respective offices.

"No," Quinn said. "I mean, look at your hair!" Quinn grabbed a lock of Daria's hair, with Daria's hands. "How do you even get this much split ends? Well, it's a good thing I'm going to be washing your hair from now on." She let out a dramatic sigh. "You should be grateful, Daria. I'm going to waste an entire can of hairspray for you, just so your hair will stop looking like pelt."

"Nothing like a good ol' bottle of chemicals to make your hair look fresh n' fabulous," Daria said dryly.

Quinn looked at her sister and recoiled, freaking herself out at staring at herself.

"Stop staring at me—um, yourself," Daria commanded. "Trust me, it wouldn't lessen your chances of getting a spot in the nearby asylum."

"This is hopeless," Quinn moaned, brushing aside an auburn strand and straightening her glasses. "How are we going to school tomorrow? More importantly, how are you going to act like me?" Her eyes brightened. "Hey, I still have Dr. Shar's number! Maybe we could—"

"As much as I hate to burst your bubble," Daria said flatly, "the last thing I need is some plastic bags attached to parts of my body."

"Well, I guess," Quinn sighed, reluctantly letting go of the idea. "Besides, Brooke's nose still looks totally not cute right now, even if she had it done again."

The doorbell rang.

"That's probably Ben! We have a date at six!" Quinn cried, leaping up. Glancing at Daria, she said, "You check it out, just in case."

Daria shrugged and trudged down the stairs, Quinn closely following behind her.

The guy who stood at the doorstep had slick blond hair and blue eyes. "Hey, Quinn," he said, smiling suavely. "Ready to go?"

"Sure. Just let me go get my purse," Daria said. "I think that's where I left my brain."

"DARIA!" Quinn shrieked. "I mean, Quinn," she quickly said, catching herself. "Yeah, um, Quinn, can I see you for a moment, Quinn? Because, like, it's really important, Quinn."

Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed Daria's arm and pulled her to the kitchen. "We'll get you some water, Ben!" Quinn called over her shoulder.

"Subtle, aren't you," Daria said, amused despite herself.

"Shut up," Quinn snapped. "Look, you need to go to out with him. Just this once! Or else he wouldn't be bringing me to the concert!"

"Mm-hmm," Daria said, crossing her arms. "Hey, you know something Quinn? I think Ben would really like to know about some particularly brainy non-distant relatives..."

Quinn stared, horrified. "You wouldn't!"

"Wanna bet, sis?" Daria asked, letting the tiniest smirk flit across her mouth.

Quinn groaned. "Twenty dollars."

"Boy, remember that one time when you accidentally dyed your hair green? Because I think I still have pictures somewhere in my drawer—"

"Dammit!" Quinn screeched. "Okay, fifty bucks."

"Done." Smirking, Daria made her way to the door.

"Wait!" Quinn yelped. "You can't go out dressed like that."

Daria allowed herself to be dragged by her sister, who gave her some clothes and slathered some makeup haphazardly on her face. "Hurry up," she hissed.

Luckily for Quinn, Ben was still there, his eyes glued to a football game on TV.

"Ben!" Quinn exclaimed. "I'm—uh, my cousin Quinn is ready."

"Cool," Ben said. He slipped an arm around Daria's waist. "Come on, Quinn."

Quinn caught Daria's eye and mouthed, "Behave!"

Daria just rolled her eyes and exited with Quinn's date.

Before Quinn could retreat to her room, the doorbell rang again. Worriedly expecting Ben coming back to return Daria for screwing up the date this early, she was relieved to see Daria's friend Jane Lane standing on the porch.

"Oh, it's just you," Quinn sighed in relief. "What do you want?"

Jane raised an eyebrow. "Not the friendliest greeting I received today, but I'll accept." She brushed past Quinn and set her backpack on the coffee table.

Quinn looked exasperated. "Seriously, what are you doing here?"

Jane glanced at her from the couch without much emotion. "If I remember correctly, you promised to help me study for the finals," Jane replied. "Just because you were absent today doesn't mean you're off the hook, pal. Now let's go hit these books before one of them starts hitting me."

"Oh, hell," Quinn groaned. As of things weren't crazy enough. She didn't need Daria's weird art friend rubbing geekiness off on her, too. "Hey, um, look, Jen—"

"Jane."

"Whatever! I'm not even a senior yet, and most importantly, I'm not a brain. So, like, me helping you with your homework will probably get you an F."

Jane was beginning to feel confused. "Have you been kidnapped by aliens and replaced with a synthetic "Daria" or, more likely, have you been drinking?"

"Like I'd do that!" Quinn sniffed, tossing her hair dramatically. "Do you know the effect of that on your skin? And ugh, people do weird stuff when they're wasted. I have a reputation to maintain, thank you!"

Jane gave her friend a searching look. She looked the same as usual, except that her eyes were much wider than the narrow, calculating stare she always had behind her glasses and her hair was a royal mess. Maybe Daria really was out sick today.

Jane began stuffing her books back in her bag. "You know what, Daria, get some sleep. Maybe Trent knows something about physics." Shaking her head as she left the Morgendorffer house, she mumbled, "And maybe I can sprout wings and get married to Kevin."

"See you later, Jean!" Quinn called after her, and slammed the door shut with a sigh. As she went back to the comfort of her room, she forlornly wondered how her sister was handling the date with a really cute and rich owner of a limo company.

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