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?
Daria cracked one eye open as the alarm on her phone went off. She tried to sit up so she could lean over to turn it off, but two pairs of arms were wrapped around her. She straightened the glasses that had somehow stayed on her face overnight. Their pajama party the night before had ended late enough that no one had the energy to fight the idea of all climbing onto the sofa bed and falling asleep in a big pile. Daria was pretty certain she was sleeping on top of at least one of the dice from where that had played Yahtzee, and possibly a Monopoly game piece. The bed was otherwise rather comfortable, and the impending visit from her sister made her glad of it as Quinn had complained quite a bit about the air mattress on her last visit. The phone continued to blare, but between Trent and Jane, she could barely move. Rolling her eyes, she elbowed Jane sharply.
Jane groaned and sat up. "Hey, that was my boob."
"And that was my alarm." Daria managed to shrug her way out from under Trent's arm and grab her phone to turn the alarm off. "I know you don't have a class until 10, but mine starts at 8 today, so I've got to get ready."
"You know, you could have reminded us last night. You could have gotten a little more sleep." Jane stretched back out as Daria climbed over the blankets and off of the foot of the bed.
"Sleep is for those who have nothing better to do," Daria said. "If it wasn't a biological imperative, I wouldn't sleep at all."
"Not even if every hour of sleep gave you an extra hour of life?"
"Which I would have wasted being asleep, meaning I'd die feeble and embittered because of all of the things I could have accomplished, but didn't."
"I think I need coffee if we want to continue this conversation." Jane slid out from beneath the blankets. "Besides, it feels weird to share a bed with *just* Trent. We did it at that family reunion years ago, but there were like 6 other Lanes in the room, too."
Daria grinned. "But if you slept with Trent, then we'd be even again."
Jane glared at Daria, but the quirk at the corner of her mouth told Daria the joke wasn't too much, too soon. "I'm going to make coffee while you get ready. If you're lucky, I won't poison it."
"If I can survive Dad's penne a la pesto, I can survive arsenic."
"That was the one your mom poured on your dad's head, right?"
"Right. But I don't remember the penne itself being the reason."
"Hmm..." Jane smiled. "I think I know what I want to do for my final in printmaking, now."
"No more bees?"
"Nope. Something about arsenic eaters... and penne a la pesto."
"You can borrow a picture of my dad for inspiration."
"Thanks!" Jane yawned. "Go! Get dressed. Otherwise, the coffee won't happen."
Daria spun on one heel and marched up the steps as Jane hauled herself to the kitchen. She grabbed a quick shower, applied deodorant and Chapstick, and headed to her room. She threw on a pair of jeans, a long-sleeved Raft t-shirt, and a pair of socks and grabbed the various incidental items she knew she'd need like her backpack, phone, keys, a light jacket, and a few other small items that always seemed to scatter their way around her room even if she only occupied it for 5 minutes. By the time she entered the kitchen, Jane was sitting at the table eating her way through a bowl of cereal and glaring at her coffee. "Not cool enough, yet?"
"It had the audacity to burn my tongue. *My* tongue. How will I give lashings today?"
Daria poured a cup of her own. "I hear wet noodles are back in vogue."
"I'm really more of a potato person myself. A thousand lashes with a salty french fry? Ooo... that sounds sadistic. I like it."
"Do you think I should wake up Trent before I go?"
Jane frowned. "Hmm... yes? I mean, it's Trent. If anyone can get back to sleep afterward, it's him." She stirred her cereal. "And, thanks."
"What for *this* time?"
"For not letting things be super awkward last night. It was fun, and it felt a lot like something we would have done in high school if we hadn't thought we were too cool for it then. I'll admit I got kind of scared when you got together with Trent. He's my brother and he's such a big part of my life that I was worried you were going to kind of steal him from me. But, seeing the two of you together doesn't leave me feeling lonely, and I'm glad that you're including me in things. But, I *did* ask Trent to help find a guy for me, so if all goes well, you'll have a little more alone time with him soon."
"I don't begrudge you time with Trent. If you want to hang with him and don't want me there, I expect you to tell me. I can find something to do, I'm sure." Daria took a sip of her coffee and winced. It was still *very* hot. She added another splash of milk to it and stirred it again.
"I'm so glad I met you." Jane grinned.
"Likewise." Daria kicked Jane's shin under the table.
Jane gasped. "Daria! Playing footsie with me? What will I tell Trent?"
"That I was simply fooling myself into believing that I loved him when, all along, it was you?"
"You love him?"
Daria rolled her eyes. "Yes. That's generally what they call it when you feel an excess of positive emotions for someone. He was a good friend before he was anything else, and he was good to you, and you're pretty important to me, so it would seem really silly to not just come right out and say that my feelings for him are excessively in the positive direction."
"That's a big turn around from being the Misery Chick, huh?"
"It really makes you think, huh?" Daria smiled as she glanced at her watch. "Ugh. I need to get going. They've got one of the roads on campus closed for the installation of some modern art exhibit, so traffic will be extra horrible."
"Have a great day, amiga!" Jane said as Daria dropped her dishes in the sink and left the kitchen. "Take a picture of the art for me!"
Daria chuckled to herself and sat down on the edge of the sofa bed. Trent was sleeping peacefully, but she couldn't resist. She leaned down and pressed her lips against his. He responded almost immediately by pulling her on top of him and returning her kiss with fervor. "Trent!" she said as she sat up.
"Morning, Daria. Sorry, couldn't resist. I woke up and heard you talking to Janey."
"So you heard the conversation?"
Trent sat up and brushed a strand of hair from Daria's cheek. "Yeah." He smiled. "And I love you, too."
Daria stood up. "Good. Now, we'll continue this discussion later. I need to get to school."
"Have a good day."
"You, too." She walked out the door and the crisp morning air stole her breath for a moment, but she fought to regain it and found a smile had used the moment to sneak across her face.
End: Chapter 15.
Part 11b NC-17