The DT Files

The DT Files

312: Just Add Water

by SSJ04 Mewtwo

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Post-mordum again. Let me know if the whole Daria back pain thing is becoming a tired cliche in this collection.

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The sounds of an unplugged guitar echoed through the living room of the Lane house. Trent stopped his playing hearing footsteps coming from the outside of the house. The door opened to admit two familiar looking drowned rats.

"Went for a swim?" Trent asked Jane who gave him an annoyed look.

"Ms. Li's party boat decided to spend more time under the water than on top of it." Daria replied. "I know I'm getting my hopes up by asking this, but got any pain killers?"

"Now you ought to no better than that. If we don't keep food here what makes you think we keep medication? Besides, you take too many..."

"Shut up Lane. You know damn well I'm not addicted."

"Yeah yeah yeah, that's what they all say."

"And you know I can't go back home. We somehow managed to beat my parents in getting..." Daria's voiced faded from Trent's ears and Trent sighed. He had a pretty good idea on why she needed the pills. The way she was wincing every few steps told him that her back was trying its best to murder her. He headed upstairs to put away his instrument.

'Damn, why couldn't she be a little older, or at least, have parents that weren't so up tight.' Trent pondered. He sighed and decided to put on some music. He'd slept enough, for now, so he needed to kill a little time while the girls sorted themselves out.

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A few hours later saw Trent come out of his room and head downstairs. He saw Daria sitting on the couch looking like she wasn't going to get any sleep.

"Couldn't sleep?" Trent asked.

"Can't get comfortable on Jane's floor."

"Janie's right about the pain pills y'know." Trent offered.

Daria sighed, "I know, but I don't get along that well with pain."

"Hmmmm, need someone to rub your back for you?" Trent offered. Daria blushed and started mumbling quietly to herself for several moments. Trent grinned at her. It stroked his male ego to know he could fluster someone like Daria.

Finally, after recovering, she said, "Ok, but not down here. If Jane saw...well, let's just say I don't want her to see and let's leave it at that."

Trent nodded and the two went upstairs and into Trent's room. Daria removed her jacket and bit her lip in thought.

"Your call," Trent answered Daria's dilemma of whether or not to remove her shirt. Daria went back to the door, locked it, and then removed her shirt. He patted his lap and with some hesitation, she laid across. The moment her spine popped in relief she forgot all about being topless in front of him.

"And...just...where...did you...manage to...pick up...this skill?" she asked and her spine popped again.

"You're not the only girl that doesn't have enough height to support her bra size I've encountered. At one time, Lawndale High wasn't full of your narcissistic, shallow, preppy, vain girls who only cared about their looks and if the boy they are going out is popular enough. Of course, that was before Fielding and Grove Hills were built."

"All the smart ones left Lawndale as fast as they could?"

"Yeah," Trent said and another loud pop was heard. "I found out I had a natural gift for this."

"It shows," she said quietly.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah." she answered and quickly got off of Trent's lap and re-acquired her shirt and jacket. "I might need your services more often. I have been taking too many pills." she admitted. "I need a better way of dealing with the pain."

"Any time," he said with a grin.

"I better...."

"You're a writer, right?"

"Well, not professionally..."

"How do you deal with the loss of your muse?" Daria sighed. She might as well hang it up when it came to getting any sleep. Of course, spending time with Trent without Jane having to prod her was nice.