Other Fan Fiction ❯ Daria: College Pains ❯ Spiral ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter 11: Spiral

 

Saturday morning Daria wakes up. “I'm on my floor, why?” Daria sits up and feels her head pounding. “Damn, drinking, what the hell was I thinking?” Have fun. “This isn't fun.” Daria stands up and walks to the bathroom. She gets the Advil out and takes two, then another two. “Lindsey, have to make sure she's ok.” Daria makes it to Lindsey's room and knocks on the door. “Lindsey?” She opens the door and finds Lindsey curled into a ball on her floor. She snores lightly letting Daria know she's alive and well. “She's going to have a pounding headache when she wakes up.” Daria rubs her temples as she walks out into the living room. “Window, light.” Daria closes her eyes and goes to the mini fridge. She feels around and gets a can of soda out. She goes to her room and closes the door. “Much better.” Her small window was covered to keep the light out.

 

About two hours later Daria's headache is gone, mostly, and she leaves her room again. She hears the shower running so Lindsey must be up. Daria goes to the living room and turns the TV on. As she flips through the channels she stops on a News Channel. The time says it is well past two. “I didn't sleep all day to Sunday. What was I thinking?” Daria is still beating herself up about what she had done at the party. If she had been a little more drunk she might have gone with that guy, she might have danced more, she might have done something really stupid. “This is Jane's fault. She told me to go out and make friends. Do college things. I have to tell her how her idea was stupid.” You didn't have to drink so much you did that on your own. “Damn, how do I turn that off?” Daria gets the phone and calls Jane. “Hello?”

 

“Hi Daria, Jane's in the kitchen getting art supplies.” It was Andrea.

 

“Oh, I can wait.”

 

“You can talk to me Daria. What did you do last night? Jane said you were going to a party. I'd say she was lying but maybe you listened to your best friend.”

 

“I did, and I hate her for it.” Daria still has a small headache right behind the eyes. She closes her eyes trying to keep the sun out since it made her head hurt more.

 

“I'm sure you had a good time, oh, Jane its Daria.” Daria hears Jane get the phone.

 

“Hi Daria did you have fun last night?”

 

“No. I hate you. Bye.”

 

“Wait Daria you have to tell me what happened. That's how these things work. If you tell me what you did I'll tell you what I did.”

 

“No. You're home, I just, weren't you going with Trent and Mystic Spiral this weekend to some gig?”

 

“Trent forgot to wake me up and left without me, I think. Maybe Jesse and Max dragged him out of here.”

 

“Well, last night sucked.”

 

“That doesn't count. Details.”

 

“I drank, I tried to dance before assaulting someone's foot, and a guy came on to me and I blew him off.” Daria thinks about how that sounds. “I mean, I told him to go away.”

 

“Really Daria you can tell me the truth.” Jane laughs. “About how my night went. Went to a band gig with Andrea, had fun, one of the band members is friends with Andrea so we got to go backstage. They had some stuff, it was fun.”

 

“Stuff?”

 

“You know, beer, weed, some other things but I didn't try those.”

 

“You smoked?”

 

“Yeah, it's not that bad Daria. All the buzz of beer without the bitter taste. Don't tell me you have a problem with it. Marijuana is a weed, why it is called weed. Someone convinced Congress to ban a weed. It would be like banning Dandelions or Crab Grass.”

 

“Who told you that?”

 

“The drummer of the band.” Jane says something to Andrea but Daria can't hear. “Andrea wants to know if you talked to Tony.”

 

“No, I don't think so.” Part of the night was still blurry. “I wanted to call and yell at you for your stupid idea.”

 

“My stupid idea got you out of the dorm room. My stupid idea got you to drink, dance, and get hit on. Why did you turn him down, was he ugly?”

 

“No, I guess not. That's not the point. What if I had done something with him?”

 

“Oh no Daria kissing someone is the end of the world, not. And hey, if you had some more fun its nothing more then what you did with Tom is it?”

 

“You know me and Tom never, you know, that.”

 

“You never went all the way it doesn't mean you stopped at first base.” Silence from Daria perks Jane's curiosity. “You did do more then just kiss didn't you? At least under the shirt, over the bra.” Silence from Daria is all Jane gets as a response. “I at least got that far with Tom, and Nathan.”

 

“Jane can we stop? I don't want to hear about that.”

 

“Daria you're in college! Have fun, or are the classes so hard the homework takes all of your time?” Jane knew Daria was to smart for that to happen. “Exactly. What are you going to do until I get there?”

 

“I, I talked to someone, they said we were friends.” Daria feels stupid as she says this. “I mean, we are friends, from Creative Writing.”

 

“Alright Daria. But still, this is college, it isn't Lawndale. No one knows you so you can be whoever you want to be. If you want to be yourself and people still want to be friends with you or make out even better.”

 

“It's not like that.” Or is it? Quinn did say she went to a college party and that you would get along great with college students. A guy came on to you. He wanted to talk to you, do more. People here want to be friends with you all you have to do is let them in. “He was drunk, probably, doubt he'd come on to me if he was sober.”

 

“What about Tony? Or Tom, he liked you or was he drunk the whole time?”

 

“I don't know. College was always my escape and now that I'm here I find it's different from everything I thought it would be. People aren't jerks, they don't hate me, they are completely different then anything I could fantasize.”

 

“This is like someone fantasizing about what they will do if they win the lottery and then losing. They set themselves up with all these dreams and ideas only to have them crushed. You had dreams and ideas about college and had them all crushed. You're lost because you had it all planned out when those plans were based off of a false idea.”

 

“Maybe but it doesn't mean this headache isn't your fault.” Daria grumbles some more about her headache.

 

“Daria you're such a lightweight. Drink more than but not as much as you did last night until you're use to it or don't drink at all. Smoke, don't, dance, don't, but have fun. You're not in your parent's house you don't have to sneak in if you stay out late. Just go to class, do the homework, then do what you want. You don't have your parent's rules to follow anymore. Got that? This is college, after classes and homework what you do is what you want.”

 

“What do you know about parent's rules?”

 

“Hey I've thought about having a fire in my room but my parents were clear no fires in rooms that don't have fireplaces.” Jane laughs. “You know what I mean Daria you're an adult you don't have to follow anyone else's rules.”

 

“Ok you made your point. My head still hurts.”

 

“So Daria what did you really do with the guy?” Click. “You're no fun.” Jane hangs up.

 

“Jane's right I have my own life to live. I finished my homework and don't have anything else to do. Maybe a shower will help get rid of this headache.” Daria goes to the bathroom and takes a shower.

 

While in the shower Daria is interrupted by Lindsey. “Lindsey get out!”

 

“The curtain keeps me from seeing anything. I don't like you like that, dyke, ew. My face is horrible.” Daria hears the sound of heaving.

 

“Can't you wait?” A few seconds later Lindsey is able to answer.

 

“No, unless you want to clean it off your floor.” Daria hears more heaving. “I'll brush my teeth then leave you alone.” Lindsey brushes her teeth, washes her face, then gets the Advil out and takes some before leaving. Daria finishes and wears the towel to her room since she forgot to get clean clothes. “Only one left. Needs to do laundry.” Daria changes and gets her laundry basket out. “Lindsey do you have laundry you need done?”

 

“Well yeah been nearly three weeks.” Lindsey sees Daria as she walks out of her room with the laundry basket. “Oh you mean if I have any ready to be washed, yeah, I'll get it.” Lindsey goes to her room and gets her laundry basket out.

 

“You're coming. I'm not touching your stuff.” Daria gets ready to leave when the phone rings. Lindsey answers it.

 

“Uh huh, yeah, sure, come with us!” Daria rolls her eyes. Skaz had called and now Lindsey was inviting him. “Ok, I'll tell Daria to wait for you.” Lindsey hangs up. “That was your friend Mary. She said she has laundry to and wouldn't mind doing it with you.”

 

“Mary? Oh, ok, sure.” Phew, not Skaz, don't need him seeing my underwear. “Where are we waiting for her at?”

 

“She says she'll come here with her stuff. Who's Mary?”

 

“Uh, a girl who is in Creative Writing.” They wait and soon there is a knock on the door. Daria opens it and Mary walks in with a trash bag filled with clothes.

 

“Baskets? Bags are a lot easier to carry things in.”

 

“But then things wrinkle.” Lindsey walks over to Mary. “I'm Lindsey, you must be Mary.”

 

“No I could be some stranger who overheard your call but this time it is I, Mary the Third, Queen of all that is writing.” Lindsey chuckles at the joke. “Hey Daria, I thought, lets wait till we're alone.” The three leaves the dorm room.

 

“Ok I saw the Campus Laundry Room was near the art building.”

 

“They need to wash their clothes a lot due to the paint and stuff they use.” Daria turns towards Mary when she says stuff. This makes her think of what Jane said.

 

“Mary now I have something to ask you, when we get there.” Daria shakes her head. She wasn't really going to do this, was she? Why not? This, this is college. I only have to go to class and do homework. Everything else is my own time to do what I want. “There it is.” They see the laundry mat and go in. “A dollar to run the machines? We're already giving them thousands to come here and they want more?” Daria gets a crumpled one dollar bill out and puts it in. The door opens and she puts her colors in. She sets the machine and starts it. She goes to the washer next to it and puts a dollar in doing the same for her whites. After the three girls get their clothes going Daria and Mary go off to a corner.

 

“Daria, I thought you said you and Tony weren't dating.” Mary stares at Daria with a hurt look on her face.

 

“We aren't. If he said otherwise he was lying.”

 

“Oh, well, he said he was saying someone. I, I just thought he meant you.” Daria shakes her head. “Oh, who is he dating then?”

 

“I don't know.”

 

“But you're his friend aren't you?”

 

“Uh, kind of, we know each other. I didn't know he was seeing anyone. If he was I doubt Skaz, or Jane, would try to get me to hook up with him. I wonder if he just lied.”

 

“You think he would do that?”

 

I, I…” He is a bit crazy. Almost like split personalities. He says he had to make a mask for his Father because his real self wouldn't be allowed. Is that just an excuse to cover up something bigger? “I wouldn't think so. Maybe he's not looking right now. Just started school and moved from home, I know how that feels.” Except I'm not crazy.

 

“He could have just said so. You said you wanted to talk to me about something?”

 

“Yeah, you said before, um, about, stuff.” Daria feels stupid for asking this but she was going to take Jane's advice, as she interpreted it. “You know, Jane.”

 

“I thought you didn't smoke. Is our entire friendship a lie?” Mary smiles at Daria to show she is kidding.

 

“No, I've never done anything like that. I never drank either but what the hell I'm at college. I'm an adult. I can do what I want when I want, after classes and homework. If I want to drink until I need to lean on Skaz to get to my room or smoke, stuff, I will.”

 

“You've never smoked?” Daria shakes her head. “What about cigs?” Daria shakes her head. “And you never drank?” Daria nods. “What hick town did you come from?”

 

“I, well, at Lawndale I wasn't…” Daria didn't want to say Brain, Loser.

 

“You were more worried about getting through high school so you could get out and go to college. Same here Daria, I went to maybe one party a month but the rest of the time I spent on school work. The faster I was out the better.” Mary looks around to make sure no one is able to hear her. She leans towards Daria and whispers. “I can get you that stuff, thirty for half an ounce, fifty five for an ounce. Do you want to use a bong or rolling papers?”

 

“Uh, either or?”

 

“Hmmm, your first time, I'd go with rolling papers. I can get those for free if you smoke up with me.”

 

“Uh, ok, sure?” Daria becomes nervous as she looks around. She gets her wallet out and gets thirty dollars out. “I just, you know, want to try it. I'm not going to be a stoner or anything.”

 

“Hey I tried it before and while it's been awhile I'll smoke with you. We're friends right?” Daria nods. “Killer. Are you going to the party tonight? We can smoke before then go.”

 

“Party? I just went to one last night.”

 

“Oh, have homework.”

 

“Well, no, I finished it.”

 

“What about the new writing assignment?”

 

“Uh, I can't do romance. I got two pages done then finished it. Maybe if I turn in some of my own work I can get the extra points.”

 

“Better then how I'm doing. I don't hate romance but I'm better at drama, comedy, and interesting dialogue between characters. There is nothing interesting about I love you Antonio, I love you to Marielle for ten pages.”

 

“Antonio and Marielle? Self insertion of what you want Tony to do to you Mary?” Mary laughs at the joke.

 

“Caught me.” Mary looks over to Lindsey who is staring at the two. “What's with her?”

 

“I don't know. She's just my room mate. My mom told me to treat her like my sister but if I did I'd be in jail for assault.” Mary laughs. “Lindsey's ok as long as she doesn't talk.”

 

“I wouldn't mind having her as a room mate. Amalia has just taken over the dorm room. I have to hide in my room when I'm there. I tried talking to her about getting a fridge in the living room and she said `Great idea it will keep my paint fresh'. I'll never get a mini fridge. My room's too small for one.”

 

“Uh, you said you wanted to smoke before the party, where?”

 

“Your room? My room?” Daria shrugs. “Well I don't think Amalia would care, or know. She has those damn paint fumes frying her nose. But fumes and a lighter might not be a good mix.”

 

“I'll, I'll see if Lindsey is doing anything so the dorm will be empty.”

 

“If she wants to join us let her.”

 

“I'm spending my money on it I'm not sharing it with her.” Besides she said people who do drugs are bad. “Be right back.” Daria goes over to Lindsey. “Lindsey, uh are you going anywhere later?”

 

“Not that I know of.”

 

“Could you? Mary wants to come over and, uh, hang out and I, don't want you there. Wait, I don't mean it like that, I, sorry.”

 

“You and Mary want to be alone?” Lindsey gets a quizitive look on her face. “Why?”

 

“Uh, no reason, just, could you please not be there? We're going to a party later and uh, want to get ready and stuff, um, I'm…” I'm a horrible liar. “Go with Skaz somewhere ok?”

 

“I guess.” Lindsey looks from Daria to Mary and back. “Wait a minute. This would explain why you don't like Tony.”

 

“What?” Daria doesn't know what Lindsey is thinking.

 

“Come on Daria you don't have to hide it. You and Mary like each other don't you?”

 

“What, no, no way. We're, just don't be there please?”

 

“I guess, you two have fun though.”

 

“It's not like that!” Daria tries to calm down. “I'm not like Jane. I don't like Tony because he isn't my type. Hell, aren't you going to whatever party is going on tonight?”

 

“Skaz said I should take a break. I'll leave you and Mary alone if you stay out of the dorm room tonight.”

 

“Ok, I guess. All night?” Lindsey nods. “There's no way you can do that all night.”

 

“Morning activities are fun.”

 

“Ok too much information.” Daria walks back to Mary. “If a rumor starts that we're seeing each other kill Lindsey. No, make it look like a suicide. I'll get A's for the semester and maybe you could be my new room mate.”

 

“Ok, weird. Why didn't you just tell her we were going to smoke up before the party?”

 

“It's hard enough to get along with her as it is and she says only bad people smoke so telling her wouldn't make things easier. Why in the hell am I going through all this trouble for something that's illegal and bad for my health?”

 

“Because you can. You got out of Lawndale and now can do what you want. Isn't that what you said?” Daria nods. “After our laundry is done I'll call someone I know and see what he has. I'll come over say, around seven so we can light up?”

 

“Whenever you want to.” Am I really doing this? Stop asking yourself that! Of course you are. Once classes are over and homework is done you do what you want. They sit and talk until the machines buzz indicating the washing process is done. They put their clothes in dryers and wait. When this is done they go back to the dorm building and split off to go to their different rooms.

 

“So Daria what are you wearing for your date tonight?”

 

“Date?”

 

“With Mary.”

 

“I am not going on a date with her! We are friends. She is brining some, stuff, none of your business! Lindsey if you tell anyone me and Mary are seeing each other we will make it look like a suicide.”

 

“Geesh your friend is out of the closet but…”

 

“I am not gay!” Daria gives up and goes to her room slamming the door behind her. “Why am I going through all this trouble!? It was easier back at Lawndale. No one liked me except Jane, and Jodie, and Mac…” Thinking about it she wasn't really hated they just didn't talk to her. “Even Kevin and Brittany liked me enough to talk to me. They did ask for advice but I'd usually tell them something sarcastic and they'd walk off to do it. This isn't me.” No, but this isn't Lawndale High. Here people like you. They want to be friends because you are smart. “How do I turn that off?!” Daria lies down on her bed punching her pillow to get it just right. “This is Jane's fault.” She didn't tell you to do this you decided to do this. “Subconscious, meet Marijuana in about,” Daria looks at her alarm clock. “Three hours.” Daria can't just lay on her bed and gets up. “TV. nothing to dull the brain more then TV.” Daria goes out into the living room and sits down in a lawn chair. She turns the TV on and flips through the channels.

 

“Meet the newest addition to the North Pole, Black Santa and his many Ho Ho Ho's next on Sick Sad World.”

 

“A new one, a little early for Christmas but have nothing better to do.” Daria watches TV as time passes until the big moment comes.

 

“Daria, is it empty?” Mary walks in and looks around.

 

“Let me check. Lindsey might have sneaked off while I was in my room.” Daria goes to Lindsey's room and knocks on the door. She opens it when no one answers and sees the room is empty. “Ok, grab a couple of sodas from the fridge then come to my room.” Mary gets the soda and goes back to Daria's room. They sit down on the floor.

 

“Got an ashtray?”

 

“Uh, will an empty can work?” Daria grabs one out of her garbage can.

 

“Ok, let me roll this up first.” Mary pulls out a bag with green leafy stuff inside.

 

“That's Marijuana? After all the hype and promotions I was expecting a little more.” Daria looks at the bag wondering if she was ripped off and sold a bag of Oregano.

 

“All that hype is political bullshit that Dr. LSD proved in the 70's. It relaxes and calms you out. Much better then alcohol which usually makes you mean and fight.” Mary breaks up some of the Marijuana and puts it in a rolling paper. She rolls it up, twists the ends to make sure they're tight and gets a lighter out. “Ready? I'll give you the first hit.” Mary hands the joint to Daria. “Put it to your mouth, just your lips though don't need your slobber all over it.” Daria puts her lips on it, Mary sparks the lighter, and Daria takes a hit.

 

“Gah!” Daria starts to cough, and cough, and cough.

 

“Lightweight!” Mary pats Daria on the back. “Ok, next hit.” Mary smokes, coughs a little and gives it back to Daria. “Don't quit on me now I got enough for two more joints.”

 

“O, ok.” Daria takes another hit and starts to cough again.

 

“Try it again.” Daria does and coughs but not as much as the first time. “There you go Daria. Work on that one while I roll another joint.” Mary breaks some more up, puts it in a paper, and rolls it up like the first one. “My turn Cheech.” Daria gives the half smoked joint to Mary who takes a hit.

 

“My lungs are burning.” Daria takes a drink of her soda trying to cool her throat.

 

“Taking to deep of a hit. Just breath it in.” Mary shows Daria then breaths the smoke out through her nose. “Tickles.” Mary hands the joint back to Daria who tries to copy Mary and blow it out through her nose when she sneezes. “Good job Daria.” Mary laughs and takes the joint from Daria. “Try and save that for later.”

 

“There won't be a later.” May… “Hey, he shut up finally.” Daria gets the joint from Mary and finishes it off. “Wow, that, that wasn't that bad.”

 

“We're not done yet Daria. I'll start this one.” Mary puts the second joint up to her lips and lights it. They pass it back and forth and finish it. “Only enough for one more.”

 

“Ok, then the party?” Mary nods as she rolls the third and last joint. “I want to start this one off.” Daria gets the joint, lights it, and takes a hit. She only coughs a little and takes a second hit before giving it to Mary.

 

“Puff, puff, pass.” Mary does this and gives it back to Daria. They keep this up until Mary finishes it off. “Good stuff for only thirty.”

 

“Yeah, I guess, I wouldn't know.” Daria stands up. “I don't get it aren't I supposed to feel anything?”

 

“You are Daria you just don't know it yet.” Mary looks at Daria. “Aren't you changing for the party?”

 

“I, well, I guess.” Daria goes to a drawer and pulls a black v neck t shirt out. “Go away.”

 

“Daria we have the same parts. Paranoia, side effect of Marijuana.”

 

“Just go so I can change.” Lindsey leaves closing the door behind her while Daria changes her shirt. “Maybe, why not?” She pulls a pair of blue jeans out and changes into them. “Now I'm ready.” Daria leaves her room and sees Mary eating a sandwich. “That's two dollars.”

 

“I'm driving since I don't trust your reaction time right now.” Mary finishes her sandwich. “I'm ready if you are.”

 

“Ok, sure.” Mary and Daria leave Daria's dorm room and go out to the parking lot. “This is your car?”

 

“Yep, isn't it the cutest thing you ever did see?” A bright pink Nash Rambler is Mary's pride and joy. “My dad works on cars and gave this to me for my graduation present. I don't really like the color but he gave it to me so I'm not complaining.” They get in the car and Mary starts it up.

 

“Whoa.” The rumble of the car affects Daria more then it normally would. “Is this what they call `feeling it'?”

 

“It affects different people different ways Daria. Just relax we're going to have a blast at the party!”

 

“Oh yeah, tonight, can I stay at your place? The deal I made with Lindsey was I'd have to stay out of the dorm room tonight.”

 

“Ok.” They drive off to the party.

 

At the party Mary gets Daria to dance, showing her how to not step on people's feet or get assaulted. After a couple songs Daria starts to have a good time. Not stepping on people's feet made dancing better. Daria is actually having fun. She is letting loose, she is letting go of her insecurities. She is letting the Marijuana take away her inhibitions. Daria drinks beer from a keg and dances some more. “I'm starting to get dizzy.” Daria finds an empty seat and sits down.

 

“Hey chicky how you doing?” A guy leans over the chair and outs his hands on Daria's shoulders.

 

“Take your hands off or I'll take them off.”

 

“Mm, feisty.” The guy laughs and walks away.

 

“What was that? I shouldn't have been so mean. Did I just say that?” Daria waits for her brain to respond but nothing happens. “What the hell I'll get another cup.” Daria goes to the kitchen and gets another cup of beer.

 

“Daria!” She turns around and sees Amalia. “You and Mary having fun?”

 

“What? Mary's around here somewhere. She said it was ok to stay at your dorm room since Lindsey needed mine for her activities with Skaz.”

 

“What's that smell?” Amalia leans towards Daria and sniffs her. “That smells like good stuff why didn't you share it with me?”

 

“Mary said paint fumes and a lighter didn't mix.”

 

“It isn't that bad in our dorm room.”

 

“Your dorm room. You won't even let her put a mini fridge in.”

 

“Yes she can if I can put some paint in a shelf or two.”

 

“Whatever, where did it all go?” Daria looks at her empty cup. “Need more.” Daria fills her cup up and leaves the kitchen. “Damn someone took my seat.” Daria looks around when a song comes on that she likes. “Have to finish this.” She drinks down most of the cup and goes out onto the dance floor. She dances for a little bit when she feels a hand on her waist. “Hand off.”

 

“Oh come on babe you can dance with me.” The guy moves closer to Daria.

 

“What the hell.” Daria dances with the guy until the song is over. She walks through the crowd separating herself from the guy. “That was fun, did I really do that?” Daria feels someone bump into her. “Hey watch it.” She turns around and sees it is Mary. “Oh, hey, thanks for showing me how to dance better.”

 

“No problem Daria. You see any cute guys?” Daria looks around the room they are in.

 

“Actually I do.” The alcohol and Marijuana was a double whammy on Daria's sense of modesty, inhibitions, and self image. “I just got done dancing with a guy, he came on to me.”

 

“Like that's a big deal?”

 

“You have no idea how big a deal that is.” Daria starts to giggle then stops. “No, I didn't just, my imagination.”

 

“Daria want another cup of beer?”

 

“Sure.” Mary and Daria cut through the crowd and make it to the kitchen. They go to the keg and get a cup of beer. “This is great.” Daria can't remember a time she had so much fun. Of course, she couldn't remember to well at the moment. “I'm so glad I didn't go to Bromwell with all of those stuck up metal pole smugglers.”

 

“I love college.” Mary raises her cup. Daria taps her cup to Mary's. “Bottoms up.” They drink their cups seeing who can drink the fastest. Mary finishes first. “I'm better then you.” Daria finishes her cup.

 

“I'll beat you next time.”

 

“Prove it.” Daria and Mary fill their cups up again and race with Mary winning again. “I'm done spanking you in drinking.” Mary squeezes her cup. “I'm gonna dance.”

 

“Let me finish this cup and I'll join you.” Daria downs the rest of the cup then follows Mary out into the other room.

 

As the hours pass Daria and Mary, along with every other student at the party, drink and dance and dance and drink. Some go off with friends for more private parties involving drugs but the main party continues. “My head, I need to sit down.” Daria looks around and doesn't see any available seat. She wanders over to a corner and sits down. After awhile Mary finds Daria.

 

“Hey Dars what's up?”

 

“Oh nothing Mary.” And don't call me… “Was feeling a little light headed.”

 

“Oh, well, ok.” Mary walks away to dance some more. A few minutes later Daria get up and starts to dance to the music. As she dances a guy comes up to her.

 

“Hey baby you got some nice moves.”

 

“Thanks.” Daria smiles at him.

 

“I got some moves to, want to dance?”

 

“Why not?” Daria and the guy dance for a couple of songs when he puts his hands on her waist.

 

“What's your name girl?”

 

“Daria. You?”

 

“Chris.” He leans close to Daria. “I like the way you move.”

 

“Um, I, uh.” Daria blushes.

 

“Don't worry Daria.” He leans in to kiss her when she turns away. “To fast?”

 

“I, I don't kiss on a first party.”

 

“Daria with the moves you got I can't believe you've been able to keep that rule.”

 

“Well, I, um.” Daria looks past Chris and sees Mary. “My friend needs help, sorry.”

 

“Don't be sorry I get to see you leave.” Daria gets away and goes over to Mary.

 

“Mary, can we leave?”

 

“What? Why?”

 

“I have to go, leave, now.”

 

“I'm not leaving this party I'm having fun.”

 

“You don't understand I,” Normally she could come up with something but the alcohol and Marijuana has clouded her mind. She looks down trying to think of an excuse when Mary thinks of one.

 

“Oh that happened. Bad timing I guess. We can stop at your dorm room so you can get a pad or whatever you use.” Daria is confused then gets what Mary is talking about.

 

“Yeah, ok.” The two girls leave the party. “Daria is it bad?”

 

“Uh, no.”

 

“Ok I'm driving slow since I'm not at my best.” They make it to Mary's car and get in. Mary drives back to Raft and Daria goes to her dorm room. When she opens the door she hears moaning.

 

“Oh crap that's right. I have to make this fast.” Daria get to her room and finds a maxi pad. “Why am I doing this? I'm not really having a period.” She puts it back and quietly sneaks out of the dorm room and goes to Mary's dorm room.

 

“Better?” Daria nods. “Come on I'll give you a pillow so you can have something soft to sleep on.”

 

“Thanks. Sorry to ruin your fun.” You idiot! He wanted you! “Where were you twenty minutes ago?”

 

“What Daria?”

 

“Nothing.” Daria and Mary go to Mary's room and Mary gives Daria a pillow. “I guess goodnight.”

 

“Back at you Dars.”

 

“Don't call me Dars.”

 

“Ok Daria.” The two fall asleep after a hard night of dancing and partying and having fun.

 

A/N Ok, few things. I don't drink, or smoke. My friends do and I get paid to be the designated driver.(Where I got the idea for Skaz) Anyways, Daria is getting out of hand. Being in a different city surrounded by different people, different situations, away from Helen and Jake. She is doing things she normally wouldn't do but is taking Jane's advice, as she interprets it, and doing different things. She isn't use to people being nice to her, liking her, not hating her. Here she isn't a brain but a student. I want to make this as clear as possible. Some will say it is OOC for Daria and it is, for Lawndale Daria. At Lawndale would anyone talk to her at a party, besides Jodie or Mac? Would she go to a party period? But here the people say hi, treat her like a person not a freak. They like her, the guys hit on her, the girls are friendly with her. This world is OOC for Daria so Daria would act OOC. Also, if what had happened in Season 4/5 had happened in Season 1 wouldn't everyone say OOC? Daria wouldn't go after a guy, especially not one dating Jane. They developed Daria and I am developing her, or undeveloping her. Is she in a downward Spiral or an upward Spiral?