Type: long fic, ongoing
Rating: PG-13 (so far)
Disclaimer: Daria was not written by me! I only wrote this fic.
Summary: A "What If?" What if Trent moved to Boston after the end of the canon timeline?
Jane came in the door and dropped her bag carefully inside. "Hey, can someone bring me a towel?" She was perfectly willing to get clay all over a bus, but not her apartment. She looked up and her eyes went wide. "Whoa. Where did this come from?" she said to Trent and Daria who were sitting together on the new couch. "And I was serious about the towel."
Trent hopped up after rolling his eyes. "Let Daria tell you about the furniture," he said as he jogged up the steps.
Daria shrugged. "Mom seems to have made some kind of deal with Longfellow Furnishings, and possibly the devil, so that if I mentioned her name, she'd pay for what I bought there. And, no, I didn't know. Otherwise, we probably would have gotten something more expensive." She grinned. "Come take a look at it."
Jane gestured futilely with gray clay-covered hands. "Um, in a minute?"
"Fine." Daria stood up and pulled up a cushion. "Sofa bed." She set the cushion back down and walked over to the ottoman and opened it up to reveal a storage compartment. "Ottoman. Matching sheets and blanket for the sofa bed." She pointed to the last bit of the grouping. "Recliner."
"And it's so red!" Jane grinned. "Is it comfortable? Tell me it's comfortable. No! Tell my butt it's comfortable!" She turned around and wiggled her butt in Daria's direction.
"Um, here Janey." Trent gave Jane a funny look, but handed her the towel she'd requested. "It is comfortable. I fell asleep on it once already."
"Then I'm going to go upstairs and shower so I can get in on some of this new couch glory." Jane grinned and took a moment to wipe her clothes down before heading upstairs. She called from the top, "Can someone bring me something to put this towel in? I'm going to soak it in the shower so the clay doesn't set."
Daria laughed. "I guess that one's my turn." She glanced upstairs. "I guess I should also let her know that Quinn's coming for a visit."
"You *could* just let her find out. I mean, that's what she did with me."
"Yes, but I value Jane very much as a friend and there are just some boundaries you don't cross. Remember: lavender perfume."
Daria headed to the kitchen and returned with the dishpan Jane used to soak her feet after a really long run. "Ew," she said as she carried it upstairs. "It still smells a little like feet."
Trent sat back on the couch and let his arms stretch across the top to either side. There were no lumps in the seat. There were no mysterious stains anywhere. The only smell was the faintest scent of Daria's shampoo. He thought he could get used to this, especially when they had a TV again.
"Daria!" Trent could hear Jane scream from upstairs. There were other noises that followed it, but they were muffled enough he couldn't make out if they were having a conversation or throwing things at each other. When Daria came back downstairs a moment later, the front of her shirt was wet and she carried the dishpan with the wet towel in it. She didn't look at Trent, just walked it over to the washing machine and dumped it in unceremoniously before closing the lid and setting the dishpan on top.
"I take it that could have gone better." Trent grinned.
Daria plucked at the damp part of her shirt. "Oh, no. Jane likes to throw soaking wet towels at me to express her happiness about situations."
"You should get changed."
Daria sat on the edge of the coffee table, noting silently that it actually matched the new furniture somewhat. "Why get changed now? It's too early for pajamas."
Trent shook his head solemnly. "It's never too early or too late for pajamas... as long as you don't wear them out of the house."
"Hmm... No, I don't want to be the only one in pajamas."
"Then we'll do a pajamas party. The three of us will all get in our pajamas and try out the new sofa bed." Trent shook his head at the shocked look on Daria's face. "Not that kind of trying it out."
Daria smirked. "Well, it's not like no one has ever thought about it."
Trent snorted. "Just go get changed. I'll let Janey know."
"Sure. But I'm going to finish that homework first."
"That's cool." He nodded. "Hey, do you guys have any board games? We could, like, make a night of it. A pajama party."
"We have a few. Monopoly, Balderdash, Trivial Pursuit, we have cards... I might have Yahtzee somewhere."
Trent shook his head. "What's Balderdash? I don't think I've played that one?"
"You're given a word that hardly anyone knows the meaning of and you have to BS a definition. Then, the other people are given the choice between the real definition and the made up ones. You score points for choosing the right one, knowing the real definition and writing it down as your definition, and for other people guessing your made-up definition. Well, you also get points if you're the one reading them out and no one guesses the correct answer."
"So, basically, you'd go in with an unfair advantage."
"Something like that."
"No more than two games of it," Trent said as he forced himself off the couch.
Daria smiled and stood up after him. Tom had never wanted to play any of the board games she liked... or was any good at. But thinking of Tom made her think of Jane. Pulling her cell phone out of her pocket as she walked upstairs, she found Tom in her contacts list and hit 'send'. He picked up just as she closed the door to her room. "Hello?"
"Daria." There was a pause. "Sorry. I kind of took you out of my contacts and didn't recognize the number."
"Meaning you wouldn't have answered if you'd known it was me?" There was a long pause. "Anyway, I'm not calling about anything between you and me. I am, however, calling about a certain thing between you and Jane."
"Oh." She heard Tom sigh into the phone's mouthpiece. "And?"
"And what? You took her virginity, Tom, and then didn't even *call* her!" Daria's voice was suddenly full of emotion.
"What? But, I thought she was-"
"Regardless of what you thought, you ass, Jane was a virgin until that day. She was a wreck when I got home. She wasn't even certain you had used a condom."
Daria threw her closet door open and grabbed the first pair of pajamas she saw. "I am *not* the one you should be apologizing to." She sat down on the edge of her bed. "Look, based on this, I'm beginning to think that maybe Susie was more than your lab partner. And if she was, oh well. It's over between us now, so I really don't care. I know that with the way everything ended between you and Jane, you might have just had some issues that worked themselves out in that way. I'm at least glad it happened after I dumped you so that Jane didn't have any additional guilt. But, if you don't want me to find you and use a plastic spork to remove your testicles just so I can choke you with them, then I suggest you give Jane a call tomorrow. Invite her out for coffee. Thank her for a wonderful time together. Then explain that you're very sorry, but you don't think it's a good idea for the two of you to ever even be in the same room again. Got it?"
"Yes." Daria could hear the shakiness in Tom's voice, and was glad of it. "Um, Daria?"
"Do you think we could ever be friends again?"
Groaning, Daria clenched the phone hard. "No, Tom. In fact, it was probably a bad idea that we ever tried to stay friends in the first place. You can call me if you absolutely need to, for instance, if you've forgotten something here and would like it returned. But if you're in jail and need bailing out? No. House on fire? No. Dying in a hospital bed? No. So, call Jane tomorrow. Leave her a message if you have to. And then lose her number like you lost mine." Daria hung up the phone and set it on her nightstand while she changed.
Jane stood outside Daria's room; her ear at the door. When she heard Daria stop talking, she paused a moment and then knocked on the door, trying to keep her expression neutral as she entered. "Hey. Got your homework done yet? Trent told me about this slumber party thing we're doing. It sounds like fun. So, um, thanks."
Daria tried to tell if Jane had heard her conversation or not, but Jane's expression wasn't giving enough away to be sure. "You're welcome. And, no, my homework isn't done yet. I've only been in here for a few minutes. I was enjoying the solitude. You know I have to have some before I can do a party."
Smirking, Jane turned to leave the room. "Cute pajamas. Trent's gonna love 'em."
Looking down at her fuzzy mint green pajamas with a penguin print, Daria wondered what bit Trent was going to like, before realizing that it was lower cut than she remembered. Deciding not to change, she headed over to her computer, booting it up so she could write a 100 word response to whatever stupid question her teacher had this time. For once, she was looking forward to a party.
End: Chapter 14.
Part 11b NC-17