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The DT Files
313: Jane's Addition (8)
by SSJ04 Mewtwo
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For the briefest of moments, she smiled, enjoying having been kissed on the cheek by him. However, her enjoyment was soon replaced by pure, unadulterated anger.
"Trent," she barked out. He winced, having never heard that tone from her.
"Why...are...you...so...damn...flaky!"
"Yes," Jane smirked and Tom looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"I thought I'd would have to be the one to yell at him for not coming through for us, but looks like Daria is about to tell him off."
"Do you realize how much time I've wasted!?" she now shouted. Trent looked baffled, Tom was confused and Jane bit her lip in concern. The younger Lane had a feeling where Daria was about to go with this rant.
"I doubt it occurred to you and with the way you are it might have never have occurred to you but I had a crush on you. Note the tense, had a crush on you. I can't date anyone so damn flaky! You just commit to something that you knew damn well you had no business committing to! Thank you, thank you for showing me that I was wasting my damn time having feelings for you!"
she spun on her heel and stormed back towards her house, leaving Trent standing there, stunned.
"When that started, I thought that this would be good, but now that it's over, I feel unsatisfied," Jane remarked.
"Uh..." Tom began.
"She just told Trent that she had liked him. That's not the confession I was looking for."
"You want her to date him?"
"Easy now...yeah, they might not fit together perfectly, but he needs someone to nap with and Daria's the third laziest person in this town that I know."
"third?"
"I'm second and my brother, well, you know how long he can stay asleep."
Trent continued to stare at the space that she had occupied, stunned by what she had said.
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Jessie grinned to himself. During that last song they had just finished practicing, Trent had broke into a solo, changing the tempo of the tune. Max, who could change tempo on a dime followed suit and Nick was left in the dust. This lead to a fight between Max and Nick. However, instead of playing peace maker or staying out of it altogether, Trent had sided with Max, which turned the fight to the point where Nick out and out quit the band.
"Trent, you know that we need a new bass player," Jessie began.
"I'll find one before next gig," Trent said, Jessie never hearing that much conviction from him.
"You ok man?"
"Yeah, I'm fine,' he replied.
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The two walked out, their instruments strapped to them.
"Daric, I may love you, but if we ever have to sit in with a band that does Skillet covers, I may have to kill you."
"You did fine Angel, " Daric said.
"I don't do religious rock."
Daric sighed, "sorry."
She put her heavy keyboard down, turned and put her hands on her hips. Had she been a couple of more inches taller, the look would have been scary, but with her not even five foot on tip toes, the site was comical.
Sorry is the best you can do?"
"Uh, I'm very sorry?.
"Daric Lynn," she growled. He pulled her to him, her feet leaving the ground and kissed her violently. Her legs found footing around his shins as she returned the violent lip lock.
"Now, that is how you apologize to me," Angel said after being lowered back to the concrete. someone cleared their throat and the two spun to see Trent standing there.
"Heard you two back in there...didn't think talent like that was in Lawndale," he began.
Daric took a better look at the one standing before him. His eyes then lit up with recognition.
"You're the lead for Spiral."
"Yeah, and that's why I'm here," Trent began.
"When's the gig?" Daric asked.
"actually, how would you like to have a permanent spot in a band?"
"I'm listening," Daric said.
"Our last bass left, fight, and I need someone to fill that spot."
"You sure I'd fit?"
"I think we can adapt."
"It's a package deal. We both join or both walk."
"I figured that, but I heard her to...and my band doesn't do religious music, no offense."
"Hey I like all styles of rock," Daric said, "but with Metallica being my first I have to say I lean more towards the heavier stuff. Ok, we're in."
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"Uh Jane, who..." Daria began.
"That's what I've been trying to figure out. Trent's replaced Nick and added a keyboard player and the band has been at my house more hours in the past month then they have in the past two years," Jane began."
The first song for the set for Brittany's party started.
"Ozzy cover!?" Daria shouted, trying to be heard over the music.
"Told you! They've been trying to change their sound. I don't know if they were able to retool their material but they cover better stuff at least!" Jane shouted.
"Let me hear you scream!" Daric finished and the party goers found themselves cheering.
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"Heh, better party than the last one we came here to," Jane said. "And your sister almost got killed."
"I've given her a beating like that before," Daria said and Jane snickered, remembering the story.
"Not sure if Mr. Taylor wanted to force the band to stop playing or keep the party going for another hour," Jane said as the two made their way towards the tank.
"I'm just glad we didn't have to do a Skillet cover," Angel said, loading her keyboard into the van. Daric sighed, rolled his and slapped her on the rear.
"Behave yourself," Daric grinned. She glared and then smirked and slapped him back on the same spot. He growled and she got into the van and Daric dove in after her.
"Need to yell at me some more?" Trent asked evenly.
Daria bit her lip. She'd let that part of her that was her father come out.
"Uh..."
"Hey, it's fine...sometimes ya need a kick in the as but next time you kick," Trent said, came over to her and kissed her again, but this time on the lips, "take off the damn boots.
Daria was silent, her cheeks read. Jane grinned as if Christmas had come for her early.
'Guess I get to yenta again,' Jane thought with an evil smile on her face.
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