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.
Tom
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
"Tom"
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
"Daria?"
"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.
"You sure?
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
"Yes"
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"
Jane
chuckled
"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"
"I should
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
"Yeah. I
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.
"Where is
"Basement"
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...
"Rake?"
"Oh, hey
Daria, what's up?"
"Nothing.
You writing a song?"
"Yeah...a
song"
"What's
it....uh...about?"
"Oh, you
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"
"Yeah...it
does suck"
"Tom and I
broke up"
"What?"
"Yeah...he
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
distract
"First Jane
and then you, that guy's nuts"
"That's
tough"
"Oh"
"Yeah...it's
like a blow to my...masculinity or whatever. But it's more than that...you know?"
"How?"
"When we
broke up...she like, said she couldn't ever stay true to me. That hurt most of
all"
"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"
"Thanks"
"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
What she
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"
"Maybe"
Daria
looked at
"Fan of
acoustic?"
"Not as
such...
"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?"
"Excuse
me?"
"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"
"Hmmm"
"What?"
"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"
"Regret?"
"Yeah"
Daria
couldn't help but reflect on the fact that this was the longest time they had
spent talking.
Daria had
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
"I guess
she did."
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.
Tom looked
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!"
"We were?"
"Yes! You
two are just meant to be together! It was fate dammit!"
"It was?"
"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
you"
"Uhh...thanks?"
"No
problem"
As if the
gods were conspiring to break up the conversation, a string on
"Dang"
"I uhh...feel
for your loss?" Daria said, trying to fill in the silence
"It's no
biggie, I've just got to drive across town to pick up some new strings"
"Okay"
"Yeah"
"Alright
then"
"I should
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"
"Oh"
"Talking to
you...it's been...cool"
"Yeah...likewise"
Daria said, blushing
What the Hell? Am I blushing?
"But...those
strings aren't going to replace themselves..." Daria said, hoping
"Hmmm...probably
not"
Is she trying to get me to leave?
"Well...bye"
"Bye
As
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?"
"Yeah...it
can be surprisingly exciting"
"Well, when
you put it like that...who am I to refuse?"
Daria got
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.
"Thanks for
coming"
"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.
"Hmmm...good
point"
To
The pair
entered, where
"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.
"Oh
yeah...the strings are an integral part of the sound..."
Daria
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
"Well, we
got some prime stuff in yesterday man. Want to check it out?" Smitty said, hopeful of a large commission. To tell the
truth,
"Nah...just
the usual thanks"
After
"Thanks for
coming again"
"No
problem" Daria said. She was bored in the store, but she didn't mind.
"So....anywhere
you want to go?"
"We could
always go into books by the ton..." Daria said. Daria knew
"I don't
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!?
"Hmmm"
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.
Daria was
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
"That
doesn't sound so bad"
"No...me and Monique....met....there...in
the biology section. Twice."
"Oh"
"Yeah"
"So, where
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.
"Do you
want to come to a gig were playing Wednesday afternoon?"
"Uhh....they
play gig during the day now?" Daria enquired
"Yeah..."
"Well, I
would...but you know, High School"
"Don't
know" Daria said. She was more surprised that
"Daria?"
"Yeah?"
Daria replied
"Want to do
me a favour?"
"Sure"
Daria answered
"I think
that's Monique"
"And?"
"Don't be
scared"
"What are
you doing?"
"That's
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
"Yeah....she's
uh....gone"
Daria sat
in
"Again...thanks
for coming out..."
Daria broke
the silence "It's okay...it's cool"
"Cool"
"Yeah"
The car
came to a stop.
Damn that was a short trip
"Well, uh...I
guess I'll see you around"
"Yeah...definitely"
Daria felt
awkward, like she had with Tom.
"Cool"
Daria left
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"
"You did?"
"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."
"Oh"
"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 see"
"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
"So what?"
"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?"
"Yeah"
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
"And you
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."
"Have you
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
"Ola Amiga"
"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"
For some
reason, Daria was crestfallen. She knew she had no business with
"Yeah, I
had to get out of there once Monique jumped him"
"So...they....."
"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.
"What's
wrong?"
"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.
"Did
"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
This felt
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
Monique
noticed
'Good, he's
on the hook. I don't think he'll be looking for anybody else' she thought. Her
plan was to string
She thought
he was thinking about that Daria chick, that damn little skank.
She was always in the background, pining after
"Hey
"You know
what's in here?" Monique enquired
"No....but"
"Hey...you
want to get something to eat?"
"Sure...I
should sure go for some cheese fries" Monique said
"What?"
"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?"
"Nothing..."
"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.
"Spankle
Monkey?"
"What?"
"Nothing, you just seem a bit
distracted is all"
"Oh...yeah"
"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
"Good"
"Good"
"Okay then"
"Okay"
A pause
"Am I really that obvious?"
"Yes"
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
about
But now
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?"
"Monique"
"Yeah?"
"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!?"
"Who?"
"You
know...the bitch with the glasses"
"Her name
is Daria, and she's got it all figured out"
"Whatever"
"I get
credit for the break-up"
"Whatever...I
don't care anymore. There's more to life"
Tom smiled
"What am I
doing here? Just confronting questions of morality...the usual"
"Oh" Daria
replied
"Yeah"
"So...I guess
I forgive you"
"What?"
"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
"Cool"
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
"Oh...I see"
"You
know...its funny, trying to decide between two actions with repercussions grander
than the result...."
"What do
you mean?"
"No...it's
nothing...."
"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.
"Is...everything
okay?"
"Yeah...I
wouldn't go to the biology section though"
"Why did
you laugh just now?"
"Just
something that happened"
"What
happened?"
"It's
nothing"
"For you to
laugh like that, it has to be the sickest saddest story, and I want in"
"It's just
that...."
"What?"
"
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?"
Daria
considered. Perhaps
It was true
that Daria was into
"Having a
daydream?"
"Yeah"
"Go to him"
"What?"
"Go and
find
"Tom..."
"Yeah?"
"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?
"Hey
"Hey...what's...uhh....what's
up?"
"Nothing
much...what's....up with you....."
"Me and Monique broke up"
"What?"
"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're
not?"
"No"
"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.