"Get out of my box," is the first thing she says when he makes an appearance, clearly struggling to fit himself comfortably inside the small space.

He gives her a lighthearted smile once he's finally got himself situated, he's not comfortable, but his concern overshadows that tiny factor. Once he'd received the call from Quinn that she was hiding in a refrigerator box, he'd rushed over.

He hadn't quite understood the circumstances and to be honest he still didn't, but he wasn't about to let her know that. Instead, he replies, "Why?"

"Because its mine and you're using up my oxygen supply."

"We could always poke some holes in it," he suggests, eying the girl carefully. She was hugging her knees to her chest and her usual stoic expression was replaced by an undeniably sad one.

Her lips pull downwards into a scowl, "No. Now get out."

"What's the matter, Daria?"

She grimaces at the boy. He always had this way of being too blunt about things, especially things that were none of his business. "If I make up some believable sob story, will you get out?"

"I don't know," he shrugs. "Try me."

She says nothing.

"Come on, you can tell me." He says, coaxingly, his green-grey eyes crinkling as he forced a smile. This whole encounter had him uneasy. He'd never seen this side of Daria.

He receives no reply.


"I really hate you, you know." She finally says with a sigh.

He cringes inwardly, because sometimes he does know. But he pretends to be alright with it, "Yeah, I know."

So she dives into a story about a little girl, who never really fit in, but never really cared that she didn't fit in. But her parents did. Her teachers did. Sometimes, it seemed, everyone else on the planet cared but her. The girl knew something was wrong by the way her parents fought about it. The way they were called in way too often about their anti-social daughter. She knew by the way her own sister was embarrassed by her.

She stopped. She wasn't about to cry or anything like that but she suddenly felt insecure. She had just opened up about everything to one person she didn't quite understand and who she knew didn't understand her.

He would pity her.

But when all he asks is, "So how does the box come into all of this?" She somehow figures that things will turn out okay.

Because she doesn't always hate him. Not really.

AN: I don't really like Tom, but this is something that I always kind of wondered, 'what if?'. I haven't seen the episode in a while, but I'm pretty sure he's around when this is happening, just not 'around'. If you get what I mean :3

I've also discovered I really like writing for Daria, this was quite fun. So expect some more. I hope you enjoyed it at least a little :)