Hey, its LaurenGirl again. Sorry for the extremely long delay, I was very stuck
trying to figure out what the hell to write. Im home sick with a sore throat, so I
thought to myself "what a nice opportunity to finish my fanfic, and satisfy my
fans." So here I am. If you dont remember what happened in Part 1, I suggest
re-reading it before starting this one, because this picks up right where 1 left off. I
hope you enjoy it, but first, the legal disclaimers:
Hey! Dont sue me! Im 14 with no job, I make no money from writing about Daria,
so if you sue me, it will be a waste of time and money on your part. HA! Serves you right
for suing a 14 year old! Jerks.....
"Kindness Of Strangers?" (2/3)
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Heres how this is gonna go down:
*Italics are for when people are thinking things ex. Just then Quinn tripped. Oh god I
hope no one saw!
*These (-------------) are used to separate scenes
*A persons name followed by a colon (:) indicates dialogue example Daria: Hi Jane,
*(text in here) indicates what a person is doing during dialogue
*And regular text like this is used to describe whats happening.
I now give you "Kindness of Strangers?" Part II
Jane, Jesse, and Daria were all standing around awkwardly, still trying to figure out
exactly where Trent went and why he left.
Jane: soooo.....what do we do now.
Jesse: well....I guess we can go to breakfast, seeing as we have about...(thinking)
$600 or so left....and of course Monday being the day we go home...
Daria and Jane sat there, staring, as Jesse went off calculating the expenses for the
trip. Daria and Jane turned to look at each other, shook their head, and turned back to
Jesse: So, minus the inevitable expenses resulting from Monday, and our unplanned
mishap at Pacific Park yesterday, that leaves us with about $272 a day. Hows that
Daria: Like maybe YOURE the one who needs a padded walls in their bedroom.
Jesse: Ha ha. So what about breakfast?
Jane: I heard there was a great place for pancakes around here, whaddya say?
Jesse: Sounds fine to me, but they cant be as good as yours babe. (Goes to Jane
and starts tickling her sides)
Daria: ah, guys? Im not really too hungry right now....Why dont you two go
alone, PLEASE, and Ill just stay and read a book. OK? If I get my appetite back,
seeing as your hanky-panky made it disappear, Ill order room service.
Jane: Suit yourself.
Jesse: (walking hand-in-hand with Jane towards the door) Yeah. Tell us when we get back
if Trent calls or something. Were worried about him. Bye. (closes door after them)
Daria: (standing by the nightstand) Not as much as me.
Jane and Jesse are in the restaurant Jane talked about, drinking orange juice and
waiting for their pancakes.
Jesse: Jane, theres something I forgot to tell you and Daria about.
Jesse: Im not saying I have any idea as to what Trent has up his sleeve---
Jane: or his nose...
Jesse: Trents not on crack, Jane. But hes kinda acting like it....anyway, I
dont know where he is or what hes doing, but I know he told me something
yesterday before we went to bed. He said something like "Jesse, I have to take care
of some business tomorrow, while Im gone, would you mind taking the girls out to
that dress shop on the Pier? Let them get any dress they want, no matter what the cost,
and then go get yourself a tux. Dont rent it, buy it." I asked him what the
heck he was doing and he just said "Trust me Jesse, I need you to do this for
me." So there you have it.
Jane: (her mouth hanging open) so......after this we go get Daria and go get dresses
and a tux?
Jesse: Thats what he said.
Jane: Should we?
Jesse: I think so. He also left this, (holds up folded dollar bills between his middle
finger and thumb in his right hand) $600, cash. I think hes serious about whatever
(The waitress comes up with their pancakes. Jesse and Jane eat mostly in silence,
trying to figure what Trent is planning, with Jane looking up from her pancakes and
occasionally asking "Are you SURE??" and Jesse nodding "yes")
Daria climbed back into the bed, and turned off the light. She just lay there, in the
dark, curtains closed, staring at the ceiling.
Daria: Where can he be? Did I upset him last night....what WAS last night?? Did he
REALLY try to kiss me? To kiss ME? Daria? That look on his face....that adorable face...it
was telling me something. His gaze was so strong...those beautiful blue eyes staring
straight into mine....he wanted something. He wanted to kiss me. Thats the only
thing it could be....and why the hell arent Jane and Jesse more worried about it?
Hes GONE! We have NO idea where he is, and theyre having pancakes??? I mean
the man I love is out in the middle of.....Oh God. The man I love.....I love him. Oh my
Trent was driving the van down a long stretch of freeway, a determined look etched on
his face. It had been an a little over an hour since he left. He only hoped his van could
make it there. Cmon....I HAVE to get there in time.......
Jane and Jesse were finished with their pancakes and had just paid the bill. They were
picking up their jackets and starting to head out of the door together.
Jane: So, we pick up Daria, head to a nice dress shoppe, get a couple of dresses and
then go get a suit for you.....then what?
Jesse: Then I guess we just come back to the hotel and spend the rest of the day doing
whatever we want with our extra 272 bucks.
Jane: And youre positive this is what Trent wants?
Jesse: In a word......yes.
Jane: what a crazy son of a...
Trent was exactly where he wanted to be. At least in the general area. Right now he was
walking down a very familiar street, a shopping district in a hip part of town. He walked
past a window, stopped, and went back to look inside the window some more.
At that Trent turned and went inside the shop.
Daria was in bed thinking, contemplating on where Trent could be. God I just hope
hes all right. I need him to be. I dont know what Id do if something
Jesse: WERE BACK!
Daria: ah! (sits up with a startled look on her face)
Jane: Daria, its just us. Were not here to make you scream. Thats
Daria: (flipping blankets off and swinging legs over the side of the bed) Sicko.
Anyway, did you guys have fun.
Jesse: I guess. Jane, you fill Daria in on todays plans, Im going to go
take a shower.
Jane: Ok Jesse. (Jesse exits into his side of the suite) So Daria, basically we have
Trent was once again in his van, driving up a familiar highway. He passed a cornfield,
and thought back to a couple of months ago when He, Daria, Jane and Jesse were stranded on
the side of the road for alternapalooza. He remembered his little chat with Daria, how she
reassured him and made him feel better about how his life was going, while Jesse and Jane
went to find help. He smiled to himself, and it was then he realized why he left Santa
Monica in the first place. At that, he changed gears and pushed the gas pedal down,
speeding away towards his destination.
Jesse, Jane, and Daria were stepping inside a dress shoppe, called
"Desaneras Dresses & Tuxedos Boutique" and were greeted
cheerfully by a woman with fiery red hair and gleaming green eyes.
Woman: Hello! *gasp* YOU! YOURE PERFECT!
Woman: Yes! I just got in a new dress today and you would be PERFECT.
Jane: Im assuming youre Desanera?
Woman (Desanera): Yes.
Jesse: Nice name. Wheres it from.
Desanera: My parents were hippies.
Desanera: (grins) I know, really.
With that, Jesse, Jane, and Daria were all led inside, Desanera pulling Jane over to
Desanera: By the way, what exactly are your names?
Desanera: All right then, Jane, Jesse....Pookie. Im going to take Jane over here
and let her try on this dress, and Jesse and....Pookie can look around the shop. If you
need any help, my brother, Wolf, is behind the counter.
As Jane was being yanked behind a curtain into another room, Jesse and Daria went to
their respective sections of the Boutique. Jesse began sorting through various tuxes, and
Daria searched through the dresses with an extremely discriminating eye. While Jesse had
about 10 or so tuxes in mind, Daria had none. Women have so much more diversity then men
do in formal wear, yet Im completely stuck while Jesse is accumulating a mountain.
Jane: (Swirling out from behind the curtain) It IS perfect!
Jesse and Daria both turned to the direction where Jane was standing. Jesses
mouth nearly dropped to the floor while Daria had a semi-look of surprise on her face.
Jane: So....(sensually) what do you think?
Jesse: w---wow. va va voom
Daria: Va va voom. Impressive, if you like looking like Jessica Rabbit.
Which Jane did. There she was, in a bright red satin number that matched her lips
perfectly. It had thin little straps and the fabric cascaded from 4 inches below her
collar-bone (!!!) down to her ankles with matching satin gloves that went up to her
elbows. Although it was ankle length, it had slits on both sides that reached up almost to
Jane: Ill take that as a compliment. Should I get it?
Jane: Are you sure? Its $200.....
Jesse: Trent left us $600 for a reason. Get it.
Daria: I agree.
Desanera: Jane, that dress is quite you. Ill give a $70 discount if youll
let me take a few pictures of you in that for a poster I plan on using in the front window
Jane: (grinning) Ok!
As Desanera was pulling Jane into her photo studio (the store was quite large), Jesse
yelled back to Desanera.
Jesse: Can I have the negatives?????
Desanera: (calling to Jesse as shes walking into the next room) Ok!
Jane: (also calling from the other room) Pervert!
Jesse: (turning to Daria) Daria, have you found anything yet?
Daria: Not really. Half of the dresses have a million sequins and will make me look
like Vana White.
Desanera: (from other room) I heard that! (sounds of pictures being taken)
Daria: (to Jesse) whoops....
Jesse: (holding up various tuxes) Do any of these look good?
Daria: Truthfully, they all look the same.
Jesse: I know. I guess Ill buy the one with the best fit.
Daria: O.K., you do that.
Jesse smiled at her and walked towards the dressing rooms.
Daria: (to herself, looking through the dresses) Now what else have we got......
Trent had arrived at his destination and parked his van outside. He walked up to the
door and knocked. A girl with reddish brown hair answered the door.
Trent: Hi, Quinn right? Youre just the person I need to see.....
Jesse was walking around in a tux he had just tried on. He walked over to the mirror to
check himself out, and found it most pleasing. He went over to Daria who was holding up
something grey that shimmered. Jesse walked up directly behind her and tapped her on the
Jesse: (taps her shoulder) Daria!
Daria: (spinning around in shock) AH! Oh....Jesse. Hi. Found a tux?
Jesse: Yeah. You like?
Daria: Sure, not too bad for the way-too-starched look.
Jesse: Ill take that as a compliment. Found a dress?
Daria: I think so......its not bright like Janes, but I think it looks nice
Jesse: Do it.
Daria: Ok.......(stares at the dress some more).........
Jesse: Daria.....you were trying on the dress?
Daria: (snapping out of it) Huh? Oh yeah....I REALLY like this dress.
Jesse: I figured as much....now go change!
Daria: O.K. O.K.! (Daria runs behind a curtain)
Quinn: Yeah Im Quinn...oh my gosh! Its that super-hot guy Daria knows! The
guy in the BAND! Wont you some inside?
Quinn leads Trent into the living room and onto the couch. Quinn sits VERY close to
Trent, and Trent tries to ignore it.
Quinn: you know, we can talk about ANYTHING, my parents arent home. In fact,
(tracing index finger around Trents chest) they wont be home for
HOURS...(takes hand away from Trents chest.)
Trent: Um...ok. I need to talk to you about--
Quinn: About what? (said with a fake smile and batting her eyelashes)
Trent: (continuing) about Daria.
Quinns smile drops and her eyes widen momentarily. DARIA???? Quinn comes to her
senses and quickly regains her composure, pulling herself away from Trent.
Quinn: (voice now flat) oh. what about her.
Trent: this is kinda hard to say, but...
Quinn: (impatient) *sigh* well what???
Trent: I like her.
Quinn: He LIKES her? Why the hell does he LIKE her?? Thats it? who cares? why did
you need me?
Trent: Its not that easy. She likes me too, but something is telling me that
theres something wrong. Im 21, and shes 16. Dont you think
Im too old?
Quinn: not really, I mean Ive dated guys twice my age....(Quinn trails off as
Trents eyes widen. Quinn continues.) But of course, Daria has different standards,
WAY different. Lame standards, considering she never dates. But.....(voice gets softer)
Ive know Daria my whole life. I mean we dont like each other much, we rarely
talk about meaningful stuff, mostly its just Get out of the bathroom or Leave me
alone you freak, but when we do I learn a lot about her. And knowing her, she probably
wouldnt give a damn about age differences if she and the guy were in love. So...Is
Trent: no.....in fact I dont really care about age.....the truth is Ive
never ever met anyone like her. She makes people think, shes truthful, she has a
good heart and deep down is a sweet, kind person. When I see her, I cant think
straight and everything seems to spin. I can only concentrate on her....this sweet, loving
girl. I cant tell her.
Quinn: You have to. Besides Jane, I know her best. If theres one thing I know
its that she wants to hear everything you have to say. She likes you too Trent, I
can tell. And she wants you to share your world with her, but shes afraid to say
anything. She doesnt know you like her Trent. You have to tell her. Wait a
sec......ARENT YOU SUPPOSED TO BE IN SANTA MONICA???
Trent: Yes...I left them there. I also left them $600 in cash.
Quinn: what for?
Trent: well...I wanted this trip to be special. I didnt know it before I went on
this trip, but Im in love with Daria. And I was planning to tell her. See, I told
Jesse to take the girls to get formal dresses and for him to get a tux. Then tonight
Im going to return and take them on a yacht where well dine and dance all
night, just the four of us. I was going to tell Daria tonight how I felt, but I want it to
be just right. But I had to come here first.
Quinn: Youre not still confused, are you?
Trent: Not anymore. Thank you Quinn. I really needed to talk to you.
Quinn: Youre welcome.
Trent: (looks at his watch) well, I have to go now. Its 1:30, Ill be back
by 3 or so with good traffic. Then I have to meet them and take them to the yacht by 4. I
just hope my plan works.
Quinn: Im sure it will....Um, Trent? Do you mind if I ask how youre going
to pay for all of this? You dont exactly...have a job.
Trent: Oh. Two summers ago when I was 19 I took this course on stocks and investments.
When we started doing gigs and making money, I invested and got lucky. Really lucky. I
have about $37,000 saved. And tonight is going to cost roughly, with the dresses and tux,
the yacht rental, the catering, about $4000, give or take a couple hundred.
Quinn: So if you have all that cash, why are you still driving that hideous van and
still living at home?
Trent: Cmon, havent you ever heard of the starving artist? What if I make
it big and people found out I had tons of investments? Theyll say I made it
cause of the money, that the band and I were rich boys living on easy street. I
mean, were rockers, we have to start low and end up on top, you know.
Quinn: Oh yeah, that makes sense.
Trent: Of course it does. Now, Ill be leaving.
Quinn: Ok. (gets up from couch and helps Trent to the door.)
Trent: (walking towards van, calling back) Thanks Quinn! I owe you one!
Quinn: (yelling) Youre welcome! Bye! (To herself) You sure do.
Thats it for now! Ill be done with part 3 shortly because it wont
take long to wrap up the story. Mua ha ha <----evil laugh. Once again, I feel like shit
for not putting part 2 out sooner, but hey, I was stuck not knowing what I should write,
and also busy with school. Ever heard of this Physics bullshit? Man.....anyway, next time
you hear from me Ill probably have part 3 ready for you to read.
P.S. feel free to email me and sent me ims on AOL and ICQ. And sorry for the lack of
dry, witty, Daria humor. This one was more serious and had a bit more depth---well as much
depth as my fanfics can get. I hope you liked it, and please email me with any comments
suggestions, flames (grrr...) and anything else. Bye!
P.P.S. (yes, theres more; I cant seem to shut up!) I know I may have told some
of you that the next part to my story was going to be the 2nd and final part of K of S.
Well it turns out there are going to be three, however I promise you will not have to wait
nearly as long for part 3. 1 month maximum. Anyway, much love to all, and happy reading in