Guess who's not dead lol

Daria started moving towards the closet, where her keyboard resided, dainty and slender hands reaching towards the handle, pulling it open to reveal the keyboard, which Jane figured had seen a lot of use as the ivory keys had faded into a slightly dull colour. "How long have you had that thing?" Jane asked with a quirk of a thick brow.

"Since I was twelve," Daria responded as she started to pull the large object out, without dropping it.

"You've been hiding that from your folks for five years?" Trent asked, equal parts shocked and impressed.

"Yeah." Daria propped the keyboard up against the wall so she could get the stand out from the back as she continued, "I bought it while my parents were out and snuck it into my room; I used to have a bed with enough space underneath them to easily fit the keyboard and stand. It had sliding doors on the sides so you couldn't see it and I piled a load of laundry on top so nobody would find it, even if they opened the doors." By the time Daria had finished explaining, she'd set up and plugged in the keyboard and was sat behind it.

"How did you manage to smuggle it in when you moved houses?" Jane asked, shifting on the bed to sit more comfortably.

"Mum was busy and Dad is generally oblivious, it wasn't that hard." Daria shuffled around in the computer seat to get comfortable. "Uhh, any requests?" she asked, looking at Trent, who hummed in thought. After a few seconds, he looked at her and said,

"Carmen." Daria gave a heavy sigh as she began to play a tune.

It was a slow, steady tune that carried itself around the room, proudly as Daria began to sing with a smooth, velvety voice;

Darling, darling, doesn't have a problem

Lying to herself 'cause her liquor's top shelf

It's alarming honestly how charming she can be

Fooling everyone, telling how she's having fun

Jane's eyes widened in disbelief, unaware her good friend had kept this gift from her for so long. Daria's voice still came out in a drawl, as it did when she spoke, but unlike the way she spoke, she didn't sound bored. She sounded sensual, with the notes of her words running off of her tongue like molten chocolate, warm and smooth.

She says you don't want to be like me

Don't wanna see all the things I've seen

I'm dying, I'm dying

She says you don't want to get this way

Famous, and dumb, at an early age,

I'm dying, I'm dying

The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen

She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes

She laughs like God, her mind's like a diamond

audio tone lies, she's still shining

Like lightning, light, like lightning

Carmen, Carmen, staying up 'til morning

Only seventeen, but she walks the streets so mean

It's alarming truly how disarming you can be

Eating soft ice cream, Coney Island queen

She says you don't want to be like me

Looking for fun, get me high for free

I'm dying, I'm dying

She says you don't want to get this way

Street walking at night, and a star by day

It's tiring, tiring

The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen

She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes

She laughs like God, her mind's like a diamond

audio tone lies, she's still shining

Like lightning, light, like lightning

Daria's voice switched from the sensual drawl to something lighter and raspier as she continued with the next few lines. Trent felt his heart thump in his chest.

Baby's all dressed up, with nowhere to go

That's the little story of the girl you know

Relying on the kindness of strangers

Tying cherry knots while doing party favours

Put your red dress on, put your lipstick on

Sing your song, song, now, the camera's on

And you're alive again

The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen

She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes

She laughs like god, her mind's like a diamond

audio tone lies, she's still shining

Like lightning, light, like lightning

Like lightning, light, like lightning

Darling, darling, doesn't have a problem

Lying to herself 'cause her liquor's top shelf

Her slender fingers continued to dance over the keyboard for a few more seconds before they came to a gentle stop. There were a few moments of silence before she awkwardly looked up at the two of them. "I'm not exactly used to showing people, so sorry if it was bad or something-" she started but was swiftly cut off by the protests of her two-person audience.

"You got quite the set of pipes there, Morgendorffer," Jane complimented with a grin.

"I'll say," Trent agreed, "your voice is amazing." He offered her a genuine smile and she flushed a brilliant red.

"You probably should have recorded it because you won't be hearing it again," she told them as she rose from her seat and began to pack her keyboard away.

"What?" Jane practically whined (although if you asked her she would deny it) at her friend, "you've denied me all this time!"

"And I will continue to do so," Daria said as she pushed the keyboard back into the closet, making sure it was stable before she put the stand in again, hurriedly closing the door lest one of her family members chose to barge in unannounced and uninvited.

"Oh, woe is me," Jane declared, being the more dramatic of the duo, while Trent just chuckled.

"I'm not a performer," Daria reasoned as she moved to sit between the two of them.

"Shame," Trent said, blue eyes turning to her with a warm, fond look, "with a voice like that, you could be a real star." The turquoise-eyed girl flushed, yet again, under the older man's attention.

A few hours later, Jane and Daria were in their sleep-wear, under thin blankets in the living room, watching an interview with two Texan doomsday preppers. "So, what did you and Trent get up to when I was gone?" Jane asked, looking at Daria out of the corner of her eye. Daria didn't even meet her gaze as she ignored her question.

"You have to admit, the amount of work that goes into some of these fortresses is pretty impressive."

"Don't ignore the question, young lady, that will only serve to make me more suspicious," Jane warned her with a teasing yet pointed look. Daria sighed quietly and closed her eyes.

"Nothing happened," she told the dark-haired girl, "we didn't get up to anything." Jane raised a brow, clearly not believing her. "Nothing happened!"

"Awfully defensive, aren't we?"

"Lane, I swear..."

"I'm kidding!" Jane chuckled, "although I did notice him snatching his hand away from your leg when I walked in."

"I hate you."

It's bad, and late, I know and I'm sorry but exams were kicking my arse, I'm gonna try to update more frequently from now on though,