Love, War, and Daria Morgendorffer
Daria paced around the room, nervously. "No!" she chanted to herself, trying to convince of something that was totally the opposite of reality. "No, no, no! This isn't happening! It can't be happening!" she stopped and looked at Jane, who was sitting on her bed with a worried look on her face.
"I still can't believe it, Daria," Jane began with a shrug as she stared down at the results. "All this time? When were you planning on telling me about this?"
"Does it matter?" Daria snapped at her, instantly regretting her tone of voice. "How could this happen?"
Jane gave her friend a quizzical look. "You skipped that class on reproduction, didn't you?"
Daria frowned and gave Jane a angry and frustrated look. "No, I mean, Tom and I never slept together!"
"Then, who'd you sleep with?" Jane asked, immediately.
"That's the twisted part," Daria began as she collapsed on the bed beside
her and looked down. For a moment, she was silent before she took a breath
and looked at her straight in the eye. "I don't know..."
Jane drove down the street in Trent's car. Silence around her felt like knives stabbing in around her. From time to time, she looked across the front seat to check up on Daria. Her mind whirled around the events of the past few hours. The two had been at Pizza King when Daria had mentioned the morning sickness and cold sweats she had been experiencing, when Jane suggested to take a pregnancy test, just in case. Even though, Daria continued to tell her that she was not sexually active, but she eventually obliged to the suggestion.
I can't believe a little baby is growing inside of her right now! Jane thought as she examined Daria, who was leaning against the car door, looking out of it's window. She's Daria! I never thought of her being the mother of someone. But, better yet, who's the dad?
Daria closed her eyes as she rubbed her head. "I must be about two months along," she guessed as she leaned back against the seat and gazed over at Jane. "What am I going to do? Tom is going to kill me!"
"You're sure it's not Tom's kid?" Jane asked as she turned another corner. "Let's brain storm the possibilities here..."
"I mean it when I say Tom and I never slept together," Daria began. "So, that rules out Tom."
"Well, there aren't many guys you know, Daria," Jane replied. "One of them has to be the dad." Daria shrugged and looked back out the window. "Well, having sex is a big thing! The only way you forgot that you did it is if you were drinking or something..."
Jane's comment made Daria gasp and give a look of horror. Drinking!
thought as she gave a uneasy look. That's right! I remember now!
*** Flash back ***
"Hey Daria," Trent replied as he moved out of the entrance to let Daria in. "What's going on?"
Daria sighed and excepted his invitation. "Jane's not here, is she?" she asked in a worried manner. When receiving a shake of his head as the answer, she walked over to the couch and sat down.
"Daria?" Trent called out after a few moments of silence.
"Trent, it was horrible!" Daria began as she felt tears began to form in her eyes. "I've really done it this time to Jane!"
Trent took a seat next to her. "Why? What happened?" he asked as he began to stoke her hair and comfort her.
"I kissed him!" she sighed out as she looked down in shame. "I kissed Tom."
"So, that's why Jane has been acting so weird lately," Trent replied, looking away in both anger and realization. Daria studied him for a moment and then stood up.
"I shouldn't have some here," Daria began as she clenched her fists together. "You hate me, now..."
"Daria, that's not true," Trent began as he stood up and hovered over
her. "Come on, let's get a drink from the kitchen and we can talk this
*** Present ***
Daria blinked, several times and then looked down. "I can't believe it," she gasped out, causing Jane to look back over at her.
"What? Are you remembering something?" Jane asked as she continued to
drive. Daria looked over at her, afraid to tell her everything. Afraid
to hurt her once more. When Daria failed to answer, Jane looked over once
more and gave a urging look. "Daria?"
*** Flash back ***
Trent laughed, uncontrollably as he and Daria sat on the couch. Empty beer bottles were scattered all around them as Trent stumbled up to his feet and looked down at Daria. With a final chuckle, he tossed his can aside and yawned.
"It's getting late," he began, gazing at the clock. He, obviously, wasn't strongly effected by the many liters of beer he had consumed. Yet, he seemed more dazed than usual. "I should take you home, but I'm afraid of what your mother might say..."
"Oh, Trent!" Daria slurred as she stood up and stumbled over her own feet. "You don't have to..."
"Daria?" Trent asked as he caught Daria just as she fell over into his arms. "Daria?"
"You know, I've never told you this before," Daria began as she dropped her can of beer and looked up at him. "But, I've had a thing for you ever since I met you." At this point, Daria began to laugh, uncontrollably. Trent, however, was speechless as he continued to hold her in his arms.
After another long moment, Daria pushed herself upward and pressed her
lips against his. Trent found himself soon kissing back and pressing himself
against her, willingly. After a moment or so, Trent parted and gazed at
Daria, not sure of how to react or what to say.
*** Present ***
Jane swerved to the shoulder and slammed on the breaks. Daria watched in fear as she turned off the ignition and got out of the car. She grimace at the sound of the door slamming and Jane cursing loudly outside. After a few moments, she got out and walked closer to her.
"How could you, Daria?" Jane shouted at her in amazement. "First you steal my boyfriend and then go and sleep with my brother?"
"I was drunk," Daria shouted in defense. "Damn it!"
Jane sighed, not able to stay mad at the fact that Daria's baby was going to be her niece or nephew. Slowly, she took a seat on the car's bumper and looked down at the dirt ground. "So, a one night stand is going to turn me into a aunt, eh?" she mused as a smile filled her lips.
Daria sighed and took a seat beside her. "Please, don't make this sound any more strange than it already is," Daria begged as she began to find interest in the cars that passed them. "How am I going to tell Trent? Tom? My parents?"
Jane placed a hand around Daria and squeezed her shoulder. "It'll be
all right, Daria," she soothed as she brought Daria closer to her. To her
surprise, Daria excepted the warm gesture and settled her head on Jane's
shoulder. "We'll figure out something."
Trent sighed as he walked down the streets of Dega. It had been over two months since his one night stand with Daria and she's been the only thing on his mind. He couldn't believe he had let himself go for her and do everything they had done that night. He still remembered everything. The smells, the touches, and the soft noises she made.
He smiled to himself. Even drunk, she was timid. The fact that Daria had consumed so much alcohol and seemed a little off, even after their love making, made Trent uneasy. He hadn't seen her much after that. Trent wasn't even sure if she remembered that night or most of the morning after.
It's mostly my fault! he thought to himself as he clenched his fist at his side. I shouldn't have gotten up and left like that.
It was true, right after their long night, they slept for most of the day. Daria had gotten up and dressed, the best she could, but complained about a bad headache and a mild stomach ache. Trent had given her some aspirin and helped her settle down on the couch downstairs, where Daria continued to sleep for the rest of the morning.
Trent had talked with Daria only once or twice after that night. Daria seemed to remember only their conversation that led up to their drinking and thought she had fell asleep on the couch. Trent agreed to this, only afraid to what Daria might really think if he told her the truth about that night.
Damn it! he thought as he stopped in front a familiar store that displayed a lot of tie-dye outfits. I should have told her the truth! But, what was I going to say? Hey, Daria we slept together, I hope you don't mind! He cursed himself several times before examining himself in the reflection of the glass.
"Trent Lane," he began. "You're a piece of shit."
***** LA, la la LA la *****
So, Daria is pregnant! Trent's the father? What will happen between
Tom and Daria? What will Jake and Helen think of all this? Find it all
out, next time!