CAUGHT!!!! | By : Ramsey Category: +1 through F > Daria Views: 16280 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Daria slowly swam out of the comforting dreamless dark. Cautiously her mind started to use its senses, hearing people talk someone. She could feel that she was lying on something, something soft. Her own bed. The voices started to break through her haze in earnest. Much like Kevin using his head in the only way he could, smashing through a defensive line. She could hear the familiar voices but there was something wrong with them. As she drifted higher she knew what it was. It wasn’t he voices themselves; it was the combination of voices.
The first coherent thing she heard was someone who sounded suspiciously like Sandi say, “I am so not impressed!”
“You know this room could use a few more bright colours,” Staci’s voice chirped annoyingly.
“Staci,” her best friends vexed voice said. “Could you not rearrange a persons room while their comatose on their bed?”
“Actually I think she would be a lot less gloomy if this place was spruced up a little,” her insipid sibling said.
“Touch anything and I’ll tell mom how the car really ended up in the Lawndale reservoir last weekend,” Daria muttered.
Everyone went dead when they heard the faint whisper. Daria slowly opened her eyes to see not only Jane leaning over her but the entire fashion club invading her room.
“And they say you have to be on acid to have fucked up dreams like this,” she said very clearly.
Everyone gasped.
“Okay,” Sandi admitted. “Now I am impressed.”
“Daria,” Jane said softly, brushing hair out of her face. “You okay, sweetie?”
“Oh yeah, top of the morning. Give me a minute and I’ll start a merry old jig,” Daria replied, starting to sit up, noticed she was still naked and clutched the blanket tighter as she did. “Can I get some privacy so I can dress?”
“Not after all the trouble you’ve caused,” Sandi said, laying her hand on the shoebox.
“Why are you in my room anyway?” Daria said angrily. Sitting naked was not helping her temper. “If you want it just take it! It’s been a bigger pain to me then it has for you!”
“That’s why their here,” Jane cut in. “we’re going to help you.”
“Jane, I’m not getting this! Help with what?” Daria asked.
“With like you mental problems!” Quinn said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Look,” Daria started, sitting as tall as she could, looking at each of them in turn. “I don’t need any help! I am perfectly fine and…Tiffany, are you eating a cookie?”
Tiffany, mouth full of peanut butter and chocolate chip, simply nodded.
Daria just stared at her as if she had two heads until Jane cleared her throat.
“Daria, I’m your best friend and I know something is wrong. I’m not totally sure what it is but I have theories but you gotta open up a little.” Jane said.
Daria could just not process this. Her mind had already gone into shut down once today and she was on the verge of another.
“You all do realize that your weirdness rating is through the roof,” Daria said.
“Oh, yeah, we all know that quite well,” Jane said. When Daria looked around she could see that they all thought it. And stranger still was a seeming willingness to help her. Even Sandi seemed grudgingly prepared to go all the way. “ So what is wrong?”
“Look, I’m just having the normal body issues of every teenagers, okay?”
“Daria,” Quinn quipped. “Last time I checked I never passed out by the toilet after throwing up naked.”
Daria went beet red and said, “alright. This meeting is over.” Before trying to get up. Jane pushed her back down.
“Daria, listen,” Jane began. “Obviously you think there is something wrong with your body and maybe whatr bor body can do but you just can’t face it. And I guess there is only one way to show you there is nothing wrong with yours or anyone else’s.”
Then, to Daria’s utmost horror, Jane started to undress.
The other, seeing her do the same, hesitantly did likewise.
How does a day go from bad to so much fucking worse so goddamn fast? Daria wondered.
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