NORTH AND SOUTH
A Daria/Trent Shipper by the Ranting Klown
(Originally presented as a serial on PPMB)
Synopsis: Following being dumped by Monique and Tom respectively, Trent and Daria find solace in eachother.
NORTH AND SOUTH
BY THE RANTING KLOWN
Daria was in the depths of despair. She had been dumped like a sack of potatoes. He hadn't even given a reason for doing it, he just left a note. Daria picked up the note, which had been crumpled by a seething rage and sodden by tears.
I can't go on like this. Don't follow me.
How could he? Why did he? Questions plagued Daria's mind, a pox of darkness descended upon her. She had thought herself to be above this crap, above the emotion of it all. She had thought her very identity was formed to stop the pain, and if she couldn't even do that, what was she worth? Now she had felt the crushing lows, who would she be? She had let all the pain under her guard, under her impenetrable walls. It's what made her who she was. How does one deal with a pain such as this?
She looked at her bookcase. Somehow the darkest temptations of Edgar Allen Poe seemed apt at this point in time. She looked at the books Tom had bought for her. All the books that Tom had picked up out of what she supposed was the kindness of his heart. How could one do something so kind, and then do something so wicked?
Daria had nobody that could relate to her pain, to her suffering, authors that had seemed so intimate, now seemed a mile away. No written word could describe what she was going through. All of her life, she guarded against rejection, and then she lowered her walls, just that little bit, and the cruel world had begun to creep over, akin to a vine on a wall.
Nobody could understand. Nobody.
The phone rang, shocking Daria out of her dark musings.
"Hello" Daria said with a sombre tone
"Ola Amiga!" Jane said, in stark contrast with Daria's pain
"Oh...hey" Daria managed to labour out.
How dare somebody be so dammed sunny. The world was a dark and miserable place.
"Pizza King is doing a special today; I think they're trying to win back customers after the health inspection" Jane said, oblivious to events prior
"Goody. Just what I need, Pizza from a place that managed to pass a health inspection, only after a hefty bribe" Daria said, with a dry tone.
At least her sense of humour wasn't affected
"Exactly. Hey, you've hung out at our place. Weren't you worried about your health then?" Jane reasoned
"I suppose not" Daria said, in no mood for an argument
"So I figure, me, you and Tom"
"Tom." Daria said with a soft voice
"Yeah, you know, about 6 foot, shortish hair, your boyfriend" Jane said
Daria couldn't find any words to convey what had just happened to her. What she felt, what she wanted to do, what she wanted to be.
"Are...you okay?" Jane said with concern. "Sounds like you have some kind of virus"
A virus. Yes, she had a virus alright.
"Me and Tom..." Daria said, unable to finish the thought
"Daria?" Jane said, now with genuine concern
Daria couldn't find any words
"Did you two break up?" Jane said
Daria remained silent
"Yes" Daria managed to let out
Now it was Jane's turn to be silent
"Although to say we broke up would infer that I had some part in the decision"
"That bastard" Jane said. At this point in time, Jane only had the rudimentary aspects of her vocabulary up and running, due to the shock of the situation.
Tom had always seemed so...into Daria. It was one of the reasons she got over why Tom dumped her for Daria. If she couldn't be happy, at least Daria could be. But now that bastard goes and pulls something like this? It didn't seem real, only a few nights ago, Tom had given Daria new gift. Another one.
"All the more reason for Pizza?" Jane said.
A long pause
"Sorry, that was stupid" Jane admitted
"Yes. Yes it was"
"So...do you...want to talk about it?" Jane asked
"Not really. There's not that much to talk about" Daria said, still unsure as to the exact reason why Tom had done what he did.
I'm getting some good practice in lately.
"No...I can't really tell you what happened...because I don't know what did" Daria said
"What reason did he give?" Jane said. Still seething, not only about Daria's pain, but about her own.
Jane always assumed that they were the golden couple. It made the transition that much easier.
"He...didn't give a reason"
"That bastard didn't even give a reason!?" Jane said, unable to contain her fury.
"I guess not"
"You've got to find out why! Why should he be able to get off scot-free? Just run away without giving you a reason why? He can't do that!" Jane said, unsure whether she was more concerned with her own welfare, or Daria's.
"You're right" Daria conceded
He wasn't going to get away that easily
Tom lay on his bed, totally alone. His dad was working, allegedly. His mother was at a meeting. His sister, god know where Elsie was. So Tom, lay on his bed, alone in the world.
Tom tried to reason
What I did was the right thing. I couldn't go on like that. I would rather feel this pain then live a lie.
It was why he was attracted to Daria in the first place. With Daria, you didn't get any of the bullshit of everyday life. You got Daria.
Shame I don't know who she is
Tom felt for Daria, sure, but he had to do this. It would be better in the long run. A dark world with total honesty is always better then a happy world with smokescreens and denials.
Tom wished there was somebody he could talk to about this. He could never talk to Daria about this. She was real, sure, but...
Tom got up, to pained to finish the thought. He tried to find something that could soothe his soul, if not for a minute. He looked through his record collection. No music could convey what he felt. No solitary note could be so sad.
Tom was in the depths of despair. He had dumped Daria like a sack of potatoes, and he was hurting like hell. It had to be this way. It had to.
A clean break was better. If he left any doubt, then they would talk. Tom didn't want that. If they talked, Tom would find solace in Daria's sad eyes. They would get back together, and then...Tom would be backed into a corner he didn't want to be in. It was best this way. Short term pain for long term gain.
Tom knew that he was ever going to go forward in life, he would have to break up with Daria. He knew that from the first date. Yet he kept on going, hoping for something that wasn't there, or was ever going to be there. It was a fool's game.
When he looked at it objectively, he saw nothing there. There was a time where he was plagued by dreams of Daria in a white dress. He dreamt of things that could never happen, or rather, shouldn't.
Tom knew what he was feeling now was definitely painful, but knew in his heart that it was the right thing to do, it would spare them both a lot of pain. It would stop them playing the fool's game.
He knew this, he tried to take comfort in this, and yet he couldn't.
He was shocked out of his dark musings by the doorbell.
Tom swallowed his pride and answered the door.
Daria was there, in all her mournful serenity.
Tom questioned himself a thousand times in the next moments.
"I got...your note." Daria said "Can we...talk about this?" Daria asked, hopeful of some closure.
Tom was presented with a choice. The truth or a web of lies. How was it that the web of lies looked all the more appealing at this point in time? Why was the truth so hard to say?
Tom stood aside as Daria entered.
"I want to know why" Daria said, on the edge of violence
"No you don't" Tom countered
"I'm damn sure that I do"
"Do you Daria? Do you care? Do you truly care?" Tom said, reminded of the most painful decision he had made in his lifetime
"Of course I do! What a stupid question!"
"What if I told you I met somebody else?"
"You met somebody else?" Daria said quietly
The web of lies had just begun
"Why...didn't you tell me?"
"It was better this way. It was better that you forget me, that you don't follow me" Tom said "It is better that you hate me, then harbour false hopes of reconciliation"
"I didn't plan for it to happen this way...it just happened"
Daria left without a word.
He found somebody else? How come he didn't tell me? He wasn't man enough to tell me?
Tom closed the door behind Daria.
It was better this way....it was. Better that she thinks it's not her fault.
Jane opened the door to find Daria crestfallen, and in need of friendship.
Jane had now to act as two crutches, one for her brother, and one for her best friend.
"So, did he give you a reason why?"
"He found somebody else"
"I suppose it would be stupid of me to say that I knew how that felt?"
"Yes, it would"
"I never did know what was good for me"
Daria remained silent
"You want to know how I dealt with it?" Jane offered
"I get the feeling you're going to tell me regardless"
"You always did know me so well. I thought about your happiness"
"So I'm supposed to think of the happiness of some girl I've never met?" Daria answered, annoyance present
"I suppose not"
"I thought you said you were good at this stuff"
be, shouldn't I? But I may not be sane, I've listened to
Daria needed to get her mind off her inner turmoil, even if it meant focusing on somebody else's.
"So he and Monique broke up again?" Daria asked
don't see what
"Why don't you ask him?"
"I don't need to. I hear about his heartache all day" Jane said
Daria needed to be with somebody who had recently had their heart ripped out, her turmoil would seem less in comparison.
Daria walked off, to the general bemusement of Jane, who had set herself for a big, long talk with her best friend.
I give, you take.
I love you...
"Oh, hey Daria, what's up?"
"Nothing. You writing a song?"
know, sex, lies and heartache, the usual. So, what's up with you"
"You already asked me that"
"I know....just curious"
"Oh" Daria replied, with surprise. This was one of the times in her life when somebody was genuinely took an interest in her.
"To tell you the truth, I just want somebody to talk to...about anything"
"Yeah...I uh...heard about Monique. That sucks"
"Tom and I broke up"
found somebody else" Daria said. She had come to the basement with the
intention of forgetting about her pain, and yet she found herself trying to
and then you, that guy's nuts"
"Yeah...it's like a blow to my...masculinity or whatever. But it's more than that...you know?"
broke up...she like, said she couldn't ever stay true to me. That hurt most of
"Did she give you a reason?"
"I don't know. I really don't. Maybe the signs were there, but you know me, oblivious as usual"
They both chuckled to fill the awkward silence
"That's okay, you don't have to finish that. I'm not looking for reassurance or anything...just...you're cool to talk to"
"I think what really hurt, is that I put my heart and soul into her, you know? I tried so hard. I mean, she's like, so damn closed off, you know? I can only do so much."
Daria suddenly put the pieces together in her mind, and figured out there was no other girl.
"I guess I wasn't the right guy for her, because if I was, she would've tried too, you know?"
"I guess so" Daria said
felt then was not really sorrow. She felt betrayed that Tom had lied to her,
sure, but if they broke up for the reason she thought they broke up, maybe Tom
wasn't the right guy after all. She had never felt a certain je ne
"Sometimes people who can seem so perfectly matched can't be happy together, and people who are so far apart can find happiness together" Daria said, reflecting on her relationship.
"Opposites attract. Cool"
"Yeah...I guess we're so caught up in practicalities and things the other person has in common with you, that we stop looking for what we really want"
"Fan of acoustic?"
"I write songs. If I'm going to miserable, I may as well get something out of it. But you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?"
"You've got your essays and stuff. Isn't that how you deal with it?"
"No, I deal with it by..." Daria paused
She didn't know how she was going to deal with it. She had never dealt with it. Even though she knew deep down that her and Tom wouldn't work out, she was still hurting like hell.
"I guess I don't know how I deal with it"
"I guess it wouldn't be right of me to hit you up for lyrics..."
"What do you mean?"
"You're smart. I mean, you could probably find some good words to describe what I'm going through"
Daria couldn't help but reflect on the fact that this was the longest time they had spent talking.
never seen this side of
What could have been? What will be? Will you be that future? Who are you mystery woman? Why did Pandora release the darkness?
"You know, Pandora also released hope" Daria said
Meanwhile, Tom got a visit from an irate ex-girlfriend.
"How could you!?" Jane exclaimed while feebly punching him.
Tom took the hits, for they were indeed feeble, but at the back of his mind, he wished they were just a little bit harder. He was disgusted at himself, he was disgusted at his actions, and he was disgusted by his lie.
Again, Tom came to a crossroads. He could either lie again, to keep with the consistency of his original lie to Daria, or he could come clean and end this before it started.
"It just happened"
Was he lying to protect Daria from further pain, or to protect himself? Tom didn't know anymore.
into Jane's eyes, full of fury and passion. Cool
"Why do you even care?"
"Because I'm her friend!"
"Because I've never seen you so damn angry before"
Jane stopped in her tracks. She was angry. Angrier then when she and Tom broke up.
"Because you two are supposed to be the golden couple dammit!"
"Yes! You two are just meant to be together! It was fate dammit!"
"You two are meant to be happy together! Happier than you and I could ever be!"
Jane went quiet, on the verge of tears.
"Jane?" Tom asked with concern
"You two...you two. Why Tom? Why? What's so special about this new girl that makes you leave Daria huh? What's so god damned good about her? Why did you leave her? What made you run away like that?"
Tom didn't know why he was running. He didn't know he ran away from Jane, he didn't know why he ran away from Daria.
Tom looked at Jane, in all her melancholy, and suddenly realised that the reason that he and Daria broke up wasn't because of Daria's lack of effort. He suddenly realised that he didn't leave Jane because Daria was so much better. He left because he couldn't deal with the problems.
He lied to himself. He had always blamed the other girl on his problems. Blamed Jane because they were in a rut, blamed Daria because she couldn't be in a relationship. Tom realised that a relationship required more than merely enjoying the other person's company, it required effort, and Tom was lying to avoid the effort of trying to work at the relationships.
Trent and Daria sat quietly for a while, content in each others company.
"I said it
once and I'll say it again, that guy is nuts"
Daria chuckled. "Blaming other people for our problems is fun"
"Especially if it involves the government, or the banks, or any authority figure"
"Hey, if it works for Freud, it should work for us"
"Good Point. But how is it your problem? That guy, he's nuts to pass on a girl like
As if the
gods were conspiring to break up the conversation, a string on
"I uhh...feel for your loss?" Daria said, trying to fill in the silence
biggie, I've just got to drive across town to pick up some new strings"
probably go to get the strings now..."
"Yeah...you probably should"
"But it's all the way across town, and I'd rather stay here right now"
"Talking to you...it's been...cool"
"Yeah...likewise" Daria said, blushing
What the Hell? Am I blushing?
strings aren't going to replace themselves..." Daria said, hoping
Is she trying to get me to leave?
She was distracted from her thoughts by Trent, who had reappeared at the top of the basement stairs.
"Hey...do you wanna come with?"
"To get guitar strings?"
can be surprisingly exciting"
"Well, when you put it like that...who am I to refuse?"
up and left with
Jane was home after an emotional confrontation with Tom, when she noticed she was the only one there.
"Little Janie, all alone again"
She was feeling peckish, so she decided to try to forage some food from the arid planes of the Lane kitchen. To call it a kitchen, would perhaps not be so apt, for the kitchen had become a general storage area over the years of neglect. The pantry had paint in it, the fridge had photo reels and the oven had something that could only be described as green goo in it.
In a panicked search, Jane decided to search what was once the cutlery drawer. But alas, no food was to be found in the drawer.
Just lots and lots of unused guitar string.
"No problem. If two non-joiners can't drive across town to pick up guitar strings, what can we do?" Daria replied.
The day had begun in the depths of despair for them both, but they were starting to feel better.
"Hey Smitty, just picking up some new guitar strings"
"Most Excellent. I tell you, you must go through those things quicker that Eric Clapton on ecstasy man" Smitty replied
Daria looked around the store, where guitars of all models and makes surrounded them. Daria also noticed an entire wall, dedicated to guitar strings.
"I uhh...didn't know that there were so many brands of strings" Daria said, suddenly curious to the whole scene.
yeah...the strings are an integral part of the sound..."
nodded. She didn't have any idea why the strings may be integral to the sound,
but she didn't have the energy to enquire further, and she really didn't want
to. But the fact that she was talking to
But most of
all, it made her feel validated. Here was this really cool guy, and he was
talking to her. Daria did feel like an outsider, but when she talked to
got some prime stuff in yesterday man. Want to check it out?" Smitty said, hopeful of a large commission. To tell the
the usual thanks"
"No problem" Daria said. She was bored in the store, but she didn't mind.
you want to go?"
always go into books by the ton..." Daria said. Daria knew
know....I can't go in there...don't ask me why, but I can't"
"I went into that guitar place. You can at least show a girl a good time" Daria said.
Holy Crap! What the hell did I just say!?
As the pair made their way into Books by the Ton, the greeting they received was in stark contrast to that of the greeting they had received at the Guitar Store.
"You! Get Out! You filthy, filthy man!" The manager said.
shocked to be treated this way,
They walked out of the store quietly, as not to create a further scene.
"Okay, what the hell was that about?" Daria enquired
"I told you
I couldn't go in there"
"It's , so yes. But only if you tell me
what happened to make that guy flip out like that" Daria replied. She would've
accepted his invitation anyhow, but, she was curious. For some reason, Daria
was sure that
"That doesn't sound so bad"
"No...me and Monique....met....there...in the biology section. Twice."
are we going?" Daria asked. Somehow
Daria and Trent continued their vague search for a place that served cheese fries, until they found one.
"The great thing about cheese fries, is that if you die of a heart attack, you can always say that you went out doing exactly what you wanted to do." Daria said, looking at the copious amounts of oil on her plate.
"Because who doesn't love cheese fries?"
Daria chuckled. After that, there was a lull in the conversation.
want to come to a gig were playing Wednesday afternoon?"
"Uhh....they play gig during the day now?" Daria enquired
"Well, I would...but you know, High School"
know" Daria said. She was more surprised that
"Yeah?" Daria replied
"Want to do
me a favour?"
"Sure" Daria answered
"What are you doing?"
Monique...you know how it is"
Daria sure did have soft hair.
But who was
"Did it work?" Daria asked, hoping that Monique hadn't left yet
for coming out..."
Daria broke the silence "It's okay...it's cool"
The car came to a stop.
Damn that was a short trip
"Well, uh...I guess I'll see you around"
Daria felt awkward, like she had with Tom.
the car as
Daria looked at the car as it drove away, and as she turned toward her home, she saw Tom, leaning against her door.
"Tom? What are you doing here?" Daria asked angrily
"I've...made a mistake"
Tom walked into his place of solitude. To call it a place of solitude was perhaps not quite apt, but everybody in the café kept to themselves. It was a café where he could be alone, as not many people talked. Tom wasn't quite sure how it was still open after all these years. The first time he came into the café, it was near empty, and numbers had thinned since then.
He chose a spot near the back of the room, he wanted to blend in. What he really wanted was a giant hole to occupy, where he could think about what he had done to himself and to Daria. He wanted to think about how he missed her, even though he was the one to give her the flick. He wanted to find a reason why he was afraid to work at the relationship. Things start going stale and he ran away. It's what happened with Jane and countless girls before her, and now he was doing the exact same thing to Daria.
A girl entered whom he had not seen before. Perhaps she needed to think as well, perhaps she just needed a caffeine shot. He watched the girl for a while; she looked as if she needed a place to think, but seemed less tied down with crippling emotional problems than Tom was. How he was able to ascertain this, he didn't know.
After a while, another girl came into the cafe. Tom was pretty sure that this was an all time record for the joint. The girl who had just entered recognised the girl Tom had not seen before, and sat next to her.
"You'll never guess what I just saw"
"You made a mistake. Good for you. Now get off my property." Daria said with venom.
"Daria, there is no other girl" Tom said, in the hopes of a reconciliation.
"I figured that out"
"Listen. We're probably not meant to be together. I just wasn't ready for what you wanted. Please leave. Don't make this any harder than it already is" Daria said, in a moment of vulnerability.
"I know you're not ready. I also know it was wrong of me to expect you to be" Tom said "In fact, I don't really see us falling apart as your failing. I see it as mine."
"Yeah. I wasn't ready to take it slow. I did at the beginning, but then I got impatient. I ran away. I wasn't ready to go underneath the surface and see what was wrong" Tom said, his head bowed in shame
"I don't expect anything....just think about this okay?" Tom said
"I guess I could do that" Daria said, stunned by Tom's confessions. She had always assumed that is was her holding back the relationship, but Tom blamed himself. Perhaps there was hope yet.
"I guess...I'll see you around then" Tom said, turning toward his car
Daria turned the key in her door and looked back at Tom.
Tom turned the key in the ignition and looked to the future
I hope Monique holds up her end of the bargain
"I just saw
"She was some High School chick. I think they were making out"
"Some High School chick?" Monique said "She wearing a green jacket with a black skirt, glasses?"
Tom pricked up his ears. Could they possibly be talking about Daria?
"I think I know her. Daria"
So that little skank finally got the courage to jump him
As long as
she could remember,
"Daria!?" Tom exclaimed
"Do you mind? This is a private conversation kiddo"
"I'm sorry, but...Daria Morgandorffer?"
This guy seemed to know her
"Yeah, something like that"
Tom turned to the girl with the revelations
say that she was making out with
"Looked like it"
Daria had never once seemed like she wanted to make out. Never. But Tom did know she had a crush on him. Jane had told him after too much time spent with some dodgy paints.
"I can't believe Daria would do something like that."
seen someone else around town with a crush on
The two sat in silence as the full realisation had hit them.
He's moved on before me
She's moved on before me
Dark feelings were brewing, and amongst those feelings, a plan was hatching.
"You know what we could do..." Monique started
Daria sat in the lounge room, thinking about Tom's words. She didn't really want to, but she had anyway. She turned on the TV to try to stifle to words out of her brain.
The first thing she saw was a grunge band playing what she could only assume was some sort of call to arms for zombies.
She watched, not really getting into it, but anything was better than the questions she was asking herself. He was just confused. She was confused once. Maybe she should cut him some slack.
As the thoughts started creeping back into her mind, a close up of the guitar the lead guitarist was using, pick and all. The pick, it cast her mind back a few hours ago. To the Guitar Store, and to Books by the Ton. She stifled a laugh, even though there was nobody home. She wasn't laughing when she thought of the brief embrace they shared for the sake of pride.
She was interrupted from her pleasant trip down memory lane by a knock at the door.
It was Jane
"Come to see if I need help with the break up?"
"Yes and No"
"Yes and No?"
"Well, I want to help you through this...." Jane said, pausing
She never had anybody to work out her break-up with. The only person she could turn to was in the arms of her baggage.
"But" Jane said, snapping herself out the line of thought that led to hatred, "Monique and Trent are back together"
reason, Daria was crestfallen. She knew she had no business with
"Yeah, I had to get out of there once Monique jumped him"
"Did the wild thang....yes" Jane said. For some reason, Daria had a mournful look in her eyes, and all the hate that had resurfaced for her best friend subsided.
"Nothing" Daria said
"Are you sure?" Jane asked, concerned with her best friend's welfare, and her welfare alone.
"Yeah...sure" Daria said. She found it amusing that even though her vocabulary was larger than the average bear's, she was at a loss for words.
"So...you want to talk about it?" Jane said, wanting to help her friend get over Tom, as she thought she had once.
"It's not like I was taking notes Daria..."
What an odd question. Wait......this isn't right......
She had only seen that look in her eyes once
Oh My God
right. This felt like it was meant to be. After all, if they were still
together after all the fights, then there had to be something that was keeping
them together. This felt right. After all, what else was there for
on the hook. I don't think he'll be looking for anybody else' she thought. Her
plan was to string
he was thinking about that Daria chick, that damn little skank.
She was always in the background, pining after
"You know what's in here?" Monique enquired
want to get something to eat?"
"Sure...I should sure go for some cheese fries" Monique said
"Nothing...just, cheese fries"
"Got something against cheese fries?"
"No...it's just that...The great thing about cheese fries, is that if you die of a heart attack, you can always say that you went out doing exactly what you wanted to do" Trent smiled a goofy smile
"What's with the smile?"
"Why the hell are you always staring into the distance like that?" Monique demanded
"Oh...I...just woke up...."
Daria and Jane sat in Pizza King, when Jane decided to get the truth out of her best friend.
"So....you say that Tom came over today?"
"Yeah...he said some stuff and then left"
"What kind of stuff?"
"The kind of stuff that made sense"
It did make sense. All the time she had dated Tom, she never felt as if she was in the relationship. Maybe it was because she was wary, but Tom must've gone through the 9 circles of Hell for her.
Now he was willing to give it another shot, do whatever it took to make it work, admit that he was wrong. Why the hell didn't she just take him back right there? What else was there for Daria?
It was time for another line of questioning from Jane
"Can you believe that Monique and Trent got back together?"
Daria was caught up thinking about Tom, and all the patience he had given her when they were dating. It must have been frustrating for him.
"Nothing, you just seem a bit distracted is all"
"Thinking about Tom?"
"Kinda...I mean...I don't know..." Daria said, as she took a sip of her soda
"You know, with that level of coherence, you and Trent would make a good couple, shame about Monique though" Jane said knowingly
Daria spit out her drink in surprise, and coughed before regaining her composure.
"Wow. Daria Morgandorffer flustered. I never thought I'd see that...again."
"What are you implying?"
"Nothing at all Amiga. It's just that when I mentioned you and Trent as a possible couple, well, you turned a nice shade of pink."
"I'm not into him, if that's what you're implying"
"No...not at all. We both know that isn't a possibility" Jane said
"Am I really that obvious?"
This was the first time Daria had actually faced down her feelings. In the luminance of harsh fluorescent lighting, in the atmosphere of too much grease, in the presence of one that cared deeply for her, she was confronting herself.
She had known deep down, ever since
that day in the basement, ever since
Yet she just couldn't stop thinking
Maybe it was fate that she should go back to Tom. Here he was. He had caused so much pain, but Daria had reasoned that Tom had been caused so much pain by her. It was the universes way of leveling things out. After all they had been through, he was willing to take her back, he was pleading to have her back.
Daria thought about the time that she
thought she wasn't interested in
Not that she would ever admit it, but
Tom did make her happy. Happier than she had been in quite a while, much
happier then when she pined after
Daria got up
"Where you going Amiga?"
"There's somebody I have to forgive"
With that, Daria threw a 20 down on the table and rushed out.
Tom sat in his car outside Daria house. It didn't matter of she was there. Everything about his daily life had reminded him of Daria.
He had thought that he had broken up
with Daria because of selfish reasons. He had thought that he didn't have the
gumption to make a relationship work, so he found a way to get out. He had
thought that the road to get out was fictitious, but, when he had heard that
Daria had been in the arms o
Maybe all the time that they had been
going out, Daria was secretly in love with
So what if we go around in a circle, not going anywhere? We enjoyed her.
His consciousness had a point.
His reason though, and his compassion rose up.
Is it fair to her, to be living a lie, when we both know that there is somebody else for her?
Tom had never faced any sort of dilemma like this before. Even when leaving Jane, he could reason that their relationship was running out of steam, but now....but now. He felt as if he were not making a decision for him, but for her. He felt as if he held her future in his hands, and he controlled her to a certain degree.
He knew Daria would reason, would take
him back. Besides,
Here was this amazing girl. She had issues, sure, but when Tom looked into her eyes. He could not describe what he felt. Here was this amazing girl, and Tom held her future. What was better, living in a fool's paradise? Or perhaps hanging onto a dream that may never be realized.
The moment of truth approached.
Daria walked over to his car.
"What are you doing here?"
"You annoy the crap out of me, you know that?"
"What!?" Monique angrily exclaimed
"Yeah...in fact, I hate you"
"How....how dare you!"
"I just realised that why we keep on going around in circles isn't because we were meant to be together, but because we just suck at being together. We just weren't meant to be"
"I.....I....this is because of that little skank isn't it!?"
"You know...the bitch with the glasses"
"Her name is Daria, and she's got it all figured out"
"I get credit for the break-up"
"Whatever...I don't care anymore. There's more to life"
"What am I doing here? Just confronting questions of morality...the usual"
"Oh" Daria replied
"So...I guess I forgive you"
"Yeah...I can see that perhaps I haven't been the easiest girl to go out with, and...it must have been hard for you. The fact that you maintain that it's your fault, well; I think it shows a lot of courage" Daria said
Tom was stunned. Here he had assumed that he had all the power, and then Daria does this on her own.
"So...you want to...get back together?"
"I guess" Tom said
Daria hopped in the car
"I guess I missed this"
"Yeah...wait, you guess you missed this?"
"Well, you know...I didn't think about it until now" Daria said
"You know...its funny, trying to decide between two actions with repercussions grander than the result...."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh....so....you want to go check out Books by the Ton?"
Daria burst out laughing like she never had before, Tom was startled and a little scared.
"Yeah...I wouldn't go to the biology section though"
"Why did you laugh just now?"
"Just something that happened"
"For you to laugh like that, it has to be the sickest saddest story, and I want in"
"It's just that...."
Tom looked down; he saw how this was going to go. He had been through it himself. He had first started to smile fondly when Daria said something, then he found himself laughing in the shower at something that Daria did, and then he started to dream of her.
"Daria...is there somewhere else you want to be right now? With someone else?"
It was true
that Daria was into
"Having a daydream?"
"Go to him"
"Thanks...you're a good friend"
"Don't say that, don't make this harder than it already is. Go to him...take a chance, do something out of character, it pays off....I know" Tom said, smiling fondly
Damn...I guess there's no hope now. But wait. Why is she heading over here?
"Nothing much...what's....up with you....."
"Me and Monique broke up"
"Yeah...we just weren't meant to be together, you know...it's probably because we were both so damn similar that it didn't work out...but then again, being similar can work, look at you and Tom" Trent said crestfallen
"Tom and I aren't going out"
"You uhh....want to go for a ride somewhere?"
"I'd like that more than you could ever know"
Nothing had to be stated. No act had to be undertaken. This story had run its course, and the fates had smiled upon Daria and Trent and wished them all the happiness of love's warming glow.
For theirs was a love so pure that it could break all boundaries. It was a love that transcended personality; it was the meeting of two souls. It was because that they were so different, that their love was so strong.
Perhaps, sometimes love is in the last place you look, sometimes it in a polar opposite. Sometimes a bookworm and a cool dude can get together, like the meeting of tow forces of nature, ying and yang, fire and ice, north and south.