Disclaimer: I'm not an owner, I'm just a random shipper.
"Quinn, wait up!"
Quinn stopped with her hand on the door handle, and looked at Daria quizzically.
"Where are you going?"
"Oh," She smiled dreamily. "Ben said it'd be easier for him to pick me up on the corner a few blocks away, so I'm going to walk over there and wait for him."
Daria suppressed her gag reflex, along with the urge to cringe at the sight of Queen Bee Quinn being subservient to some guy. "I'll come with you."
"You don't have to do that, Daria. It's just a couple blocks. I won't get lost."
"I...we need to talk."
Quinn shrugged breezily. "Fine. We'll need to be done by the time Ben gets here, though. I'm not going to keep him waiting."
"Won't be a problem." Daria said. Internally, she added because if I know him at all, he's going to keep you waiting on the corner for at least half an hour.
They walked in silence for a while, Quinn growing more curious and Daria in the unique (for her) position of being unable to find the words she wanted. When they arrived at the corner, Quinn turned to Daria.
"Okay, like, what is it already?"
Daria gave a long sigh. The words she wanted were words guaranteed to make Quinn break up with Ben, and the reason they were so difficult to find is that chances were, they simply didn't exist at all. The coming argument was as inevitable as it would be ineffectual. "I wanted to talk to you about Ben."
"Oh, he's great, isn't he? He's so much more mature than the other guys I've dated. And he's so smart! He's like, a college student, you know."
"Yeah, I know." Daria could feel a rock forming in her stomach.
"And he's sexy, of course. You should see what he can do with his hands-"
"Okay, that's enough!" Quinn was shocked into silence. Daria shouting was a very, very rare occurance. Daria seething so much she could hardly speak was something like Halley's Comet. "You...you...you need to break up with that piece of trash you call a boyfriend right now!"
As she stared at Daria's finger in her face, Quinn's shock slowly gave way to anger. "And why would I do that? He's the best thing that ever happened to me."
"He's the WORST thing that's ever happened to you!" Daria roared. "He's a selfish, inconsiderate, pigheaded, brain-dead, ****tard! He treats you like garbage and makes you thank him for it! He hits on every girl he sees right in front of you! What happened to your self-respect, Quinn? How can you date this ******* piece of ****-"
Quinn's entire body was trembling with rage. It was especially pronounced in the hand that had just slapped her sister across the face. "How dare you." she hissed. "You have no right to talk about him like that!"
Daria straightened her skewed glasses. "I have every right to talk about him like that!" she hissed right back. "If he doesn't want people calling him a ****tard, he should try not being a ****tard! And when my sister is dating a ****tard, I absolutely have the right to say it!"
"Why do you always have to be like this? Everything I like, everything I'm good at, everything that makes me happy, you always have to **** all over it! EVERY TIME! I'm sick of it, Daria! Ooh, look at me, I'm Daria, I'm so perfect, I'm so smart, everything Quinn does is dumb, everyone she likes and hangs around with is a terrible person!"
Quinn's impression of her was like a punch in the gut. There was just enough truth to it to drain the anger out of her. "I'm not like that." Daria protested weakly.
"You are! That's EXACTLY what you're like! It's like you can't stand to see me happy! Do you have any idea how many times I've wished I were an only child?"
Daria was quiet for a long moment, but staring at her sister's rage-filled face as she defended that trashy boyfriend of hers, she could feel her own anger begin to build again. "I'm looking out for you! It's a big sister's job to protect the little sister, and sure, I might not have always been the best at it, but I'm trying, here!"
Quinn laughed harshly. "Oh, I think I can get along just fine without your 'protection'. My life would be so much easier if you weren't in it."
Ben pulled up next to the fuming sisters. As Quinn opened the passenger door, Daria gave one last parting shot.
"Maybe someday you'll get to find out just how true that is."
Quinn shot her a withering glare, and buried her face in her boyfriend's. Then a bunch of things happened at once. A squeal of tires as Ben pulled a U-turn mid-kiss, Daria yelling and stretching a hand out, her face twisted into a rictus of horror, another squeal of tires as the oncoming car tried to stop, and bang like a gunshot filled the neighborhood.