"Trent?".

"Oh, hey, Daria" the man with the raspy voice answered on the other side of the phone line.

"Sorry about last night. I wish I could've stayed longer".

"It's okay. Janey wasn't feeling good. Thanks about dropping her here last night".

"No problem. And about Jane... I need to talk to you about her".

Trent took a sip from his own bottle of didn't know for how long it had been there, but it was kind of warm. He frowned and put it back on the floor.

"What is it?".

"It's about why I had to take her home. She was a little... really drunk".

"Oh" he didn't seem surprised.

"She drank a lot. From what I've seen and heard from her she's been drinking, well, too often".

"Yeah, she has been drinking lately. Guess she got that from the art colony".

"You don't seem to think there is something bad about that" she said, upset by Trent's lack of interest.

"Daria, I know you're not used to that but Janey's old enough to take care of herself. Relax, a little booze won't hurt her".

Daria remember what Tom had said about Trent being completely sure that Jane could take care of herself, saying these words often.

"Trent, I had to hold her hair while she was throwing up".

"That happens sometimes, yeah".

Daria sighed, angry but not totally surprised by Trent's reaction.

"So you really don't care, do you?".

"Whoa, calm down. I care a lot about Janey".

"But you don't care that she's drinking?".

"People drink, Daria, it's no big deal. Stop worrying so much".

She sighed, frustrated.

"I have to go. I'll talk to you later. Bye".

"Bye".

Daria couldn't believe that Trent hadn't shown any concern about his own sister. As far as she knew, Trent's family was mainly Jane, so why didn't he worry about her? Why did he always have to care so little about everything? If he had used the excuse of saying that he drank often and turned out "just fine" she would have probably said some regretful things.

She immediately called Tom and, driven by anger, had almost screamed the aforementioned events to him. Tom didn't seem surprised about her reaction, which was normal, because he had already told Daria that he knew Trent wouldn't really worry about it.

"Hey... this isn't too related but remember about friday?" he asked.

Friday night, a good night to get drunk, she thought.

"Yeah... I do" she hesitated ". But I was thinking that maybe it'd be better if I stayed with Jane that night. You know, friday night, she may want to go out and drink".

"I know, but, think about it. If Jane is going to drink she won't stop just because you say no. I honestly miss hanging out with you. Don't worry, I won't try anything. I told you I respect your decision. But it's nice to talk to you".

"I guess you're right about Jane. Alright, but we need to make this clear: we are not going to try to go on a relationship. Not this friday, not ever. Okay?".

"Daria, I already knew that" he softly laughed ". Trust me, it's okay. We won't. I know your friendship with Jane is important and I don't want to screw that up again. Don't worry. Also...".

"What?".

"Don't get too jealous, but there's a girl that's new in my school so I don't think you need to worry about me trying something with you that you don't like".

She secretly smiled, released.