Dinner, a Flat Tire, &Other Stupid Things

Dinner, a Flat Tire, and Other Stupid things
by SSJ04 Mewtwo

Legalities & Warnings

The following contains characters and places that aren't mine. They belong to MTV and Viacom. I wish to thank Lady Delilah for reviewing all four of my Daria stories on aff.net. I'm working on the extension to 'To be Spiraled'. Until then feast your eyes on this one. This takes place during the events of episode 508. If I'm correct this is the episode in which Helen forces Daria to invite Tom for dinner while Quinn makes her way through all three J's in the episode to attempt to get what Daria has. If I'm wrong about this, then I apologize. Of course, what happened in that episode and what'll happen in this story are two totally different things. Now, let's get started shall we.

***

"Well, why has my favorite niece called me this time?" Amy Barksdale asks.
"I've found myself in two situations that somehow are related to each other." Daria answers.
"What's Helen done now?"
"She's gotten me to invite Tom to dinner tonight. I'm still trying to figure out why she wanted this unfortunate endeavor."
"She's playing the roll of curious cat."
"Hm, and we all know what happened to that cat."
"Indeed we do. Now all you have to really do is make sure that the two of you can control the conversation. Don't let Helen do all the questioning. She's probably trying to find out if the two of you are going to make her a grandmother or not. If you are, inform me first. I want to see Helen's face when you tell her."
An uneasy feeling grips Daria. It probably came from the suggestion that her and Tom may conceive a child together on down the line. "That sort of leads into the second issue,"
"Which is?"
"Due to jealousy, or whatever that drove Quinn to do this, she has tried to get herself a steady boyfriend. I suspect that this is some sort of attempt to steal some of the spotlight that my mother has decided to put on me."
"Go on," Amy encourages.
"One of her suitors got brave and gave her a kiss that would be improper for normal public viewing."
"Why...?"
"I've had this misfortune to catch those two every time they decide to have a heavy make out session. Then just this past Friday, I caught Quinn and her male concubine on the couch somewhere between second and third base."
"Ouch. You know, you've got enough black male to really stick it to her."
"I know, but I can't tell if she's flaunting that she can be more physical with her boyfriend or if she's just found out that a guy spending money on you isn't the only thing you can do with a male."
"Or her Barksdale blood has been ignited." Amy offers.
"What?"
"Of course your mother never told you. She knows that the cynical members of the family, for some strange reason, enjoy the more perverse pleasures of life even more than any other female member of the family. Your mother is just suppressing her blood just to prove some damned point to that old battle axe that she can raise a family and have a career at the same time."
"So some sort of Barksdale 'need' is making me feel like this?"
"Are you wanting to throw yourself at Tom?"
"No."
Amy bites her lip. "Hm, how far have you two gone anyway?"
"We've kissed, but that had been the way we got together in the first place."
"He was still with Jane at the time right?"
"Yeah," Daria responds wondering where this was going.
"Bingo, that's the answer."
"Explain."
"It was forbidden at the time. That forbidden element drove you to do something that rash. Now that it's all right for the two of you to be together your desire for him physically has diminished."
"So should I just throw a bucket of cold water every time I see Quinn and Jamie?"
"You could, but I've got another question."
"What?"
"Was he your first kiss?"
"Well...,on the lips...,yes. I was kissed on the cheek by Jane's older brother."
"Hm, and how did that feel?"
"Mmmm, nice," Daria tentatively answers.
"You liked him, didn't you?"
"Yes, but I got over that."
"Are you totally sure you have?"
"Daria was now the one chewing on her lip. "I can't depend on him to come through with any sort of commitment."
"What brought you to this conclusion?"
Daria goes through the explanation of the school project and Trent's failure in providing music.
"So it was Jane's idea to have Trent come up with the music." Amy says as if she'd figured something out.
"What do you...oh," Daria says starting to see some light. "Jane wanted to turn the project into another one of her yenta acts."
"Very good, Daria."
"Damn it, I can't get revenge for a crime done so long ago. The statute of limitations has passed."
"Have you found out whether he is choosing to be a slacker, or is he just not motivated enough because he doesn't have the right motivation in his life?"
"I've not explored that."
"Hm, I would. I'd also make damn sure Tom doesn't do to you what he did to Jane." Amy suggests. The two finally exchange their good byes and Daria lays back on her bed pondering about what Amy had said.

***

A black van makes its way down the streets of Lawndale. The five occupants listen to the satellite radio blazing out of the speakers. Currently the channel that was being listened to was playing an acoustic version of Metallica's 'Disposable Heroes' preformed by said band. Trent and Daric were singing the lyrics while Max and Jessie played air guitar and air drums. Angel just watches Daric longingly. The song ends and Trent changes the channel.
"Y'know, Road Runner Records(1) certainly know how to treat their talent." Trent muses. No one notices that he starts to slow the van down a little.
"Yep. It's good to have contacts in high places." Daric says smiling.
"It's also good to have a base player who knows what he's doing." Max says smirking.
"And here I thought you guys didn't miss me." Daric says jokingly and the rest of the band laughs.
"Hey man, why are you slowing down? I'm hungry!" Jessie complains.
"I've been feeling vibrations in the steering wheel. I think we've...," Trent says but a sound of a tire blowing out interrupts him. Trent hits the breaks and the van comes to a stop.
"How do you do it?" Max asks as the band gets out of the van.
"What?" Trent asks as he and Daric inspect the right rear tire.
"We could've wrecked if you were going any faster. You couldn't be that good of a driver." Max says seeing that indeed that the tire was blown out.
"I just know my way around a car. You're still probably sore about having to take your driver's test five times before you got your license." Trent says and Jessie snickers remembering that.
"Shut up man." Max says to Jessie.
"Hey! Everyone all right over there!?"
'Hey, that's...,' Trent thinks then calls back, "Yeah Mr. M! We just got a flat!"
"It sounded more like a gun shot." Jake says after finally coming over to the quintet.
"Max, you and Jessie go get my car and go get us another tire and your tools so we can change out the flat." he says after noticing that indeed their van had decided to breakdown in front of Daria's house. Also, get Jess some food, Max." he finishes and hands over the keys to his car to Max.
"It might take us a bit to get back." Max says.
"We've got time. We'll just hang out by the van." Trent says and the two leave.
"Who's rust bucket is that?" Daric asks.
"Oh, that's Tom's car. He's my eldest's boyfriend." Jake answers.
"Poor thing, it needs to be put out of it's misery." Daric says. Then the four hear a noise and the sound of a trash can being knocked over.
"Damn squirrels! I'll get you!" Jake cries out as the pest starts to run away from the angry human. It's escape and life were cut short as a knife pierces its neck.
"Good shot." Daric comments.
"How...?" Jake asks astonished.
"Knifer's trick." Trent simply answers and pulls out the blade from the dead pest's neck.
"Hey, if you want, you guys can come in and hang in that guest room you slept in last time you were here, Trent." Jake offers.
"Cool, get our acoustic instruments Daric. We'll do a little practice." Trent says.

***

The three members of the Spiral play an acoustic set of mostly Lacuna Coil covers with some Within Temptation covers. Angel's voice was best suited for such songs. When Daric asked if they could add a goth element to their music, Trent had been skeptical at first. The first time the five played together, however, it just seemed to click. She even could play the harder stuff that Daric wrote and the more grungy stuff that Trent wrote. Her songs fitted her personality. They had so much stuff written that it had been decided that the first album would be a double disc. They were going to cram as much music as they could onto two CD's.
"It's good to get out of that damned studio. I can't believe we got as many songs hammered out as we did." Trent comments.
"I think the record execs are happy too. I think I've got the solution to our inability to stay in a studio for more than four hours at a time." Daric says.
"What?" Trent asks.
"Instead of blowing our first royalties, we fix up your place and turn the basement into our own studio. That'll save us and our label money and hassle."
"Yeah," Trent says with a smile.
"I should have never left." Daric says rubbing his temples.
"You couldn't talk your dad out of it, man." Trent responds.
"He knew I wanted this, but he thought I was just going through a phase. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps just because my parents couldn't have another child. I should have...,no, I needed to stay. You needed me, the band needed me, but all I could do was to abandoned those who needed me more than my father needing me to go to Harvard." Daric says and Angel leans up against him and begins to kiss him under the neck.
"Hey, it's all right. You're back in the band now and we're going straight to the top." Trent reassures.
"I see you took a break from breaking guitar strings." Daria says as she and Tom come into the room. "Thanks for killing that squirrel. It probably would have led dad to form a hunting party with Tom and Quinn's half wit concubine."
Trent laughs, coughs, and finally says, "No problem,"
"I smell...," Daric starts lightly sniffing the air, "...the sent of some very old money."
"Sorry, no matter how many times I shower the stench won't come off."
"Show off," Daric quietly mumbles.
"Hey, wait a minute, aren't you the one who was the only one to ever be expelled from Fielding?" Tom asks.
"Oh, they still talk about that do they? Yes, I'm Daric Lynn. I'm the only one to have been thrown out of Fielding without trying to buy my way back in. Good thing I didn't. I wouldn't have met Trent and wouldn't be in the Spiral." Daric says smiling as he tries to gently pry his girlfriend off his neck.
"Is this why the Spiral disappeared for two weeks?" Daria asks.
"Daric called me up and told us to get our shit together. He got in contact with people he knew at Road Runner."
"Yep. I turned our demo tape into a demo CD and the big wigs liked it. So now we're in the middle of recording our first album." Daric finishes.
'That explains a lot. How did I miss all of this? Oh, I've been busy.' Daria notes. 'Maybe Amy was right. He didn't have anyone motivating him. Daric seems to be a driving force that Trent needed. Trent looks...,cool it Morgandorffer, you're spoken for.'
"Trent! Daric!"
"Up here Jessie!" Trent yells out the door.
"Max got the tools and tire. You better get out their before he screws up." Jessie says.
"C'mon." Trent says and the four leave. Tom didn't miss the death glare that Jessie gave him before leaving himself.

***

"What the fuck is all that damned racket down there?" a groggy Jane asks. She gets out of bed and heads downstairs. Hearing the noise coming from the kitchen, she heads straight in to see the missing band.
"Y'know, you shouldn't wake me up so late. It could be hazardous to your health."
"Well, looks like the baby of the family finally grew up a little." Daric says smirking.
"You!" Jane yells. "I should have known you were behind their disappearance."
"Yes, but it was for a good cause." Daric replies.
"And just what did you need these three goofs for?" Jane asks.
"We've been signed by Road Runner Records." Trent answers.
"What!?"
"Yep. Got connections everywhere little Lane." Daric says stretching."
"Hey, I'm going on back to my place. Need a lift, Jessie, Daric?" Max asks.
"I'll crash here." Jessie says giving Jane a look which is returned with a smirk by Jane.
"Yeah, I want to see if my car still runs." Daric answers and he and Angel leave with Max.
"All right, you big lummox, up the stairs with you." Jane barks pushing Jessie out of the kitchen as Trent laughs. He grabs his guitar and heads for the basement. It would be impossible to sleep in his room with those two going at it.

***

"Been sniffing the paints again, Lane?" Daria asks of her smirking friend.
"The disappearing Spiral reappeared last night.."
"You seeing things again or are you referring to that group of musicians known as Mystik Spiral?"
"Those goofs who think they're musicians."
"You're behind the times, Lane. The tank decided to blow a tire in front of my house last night."
"During you're little dinner date?"
"Yep."
"Jessie didn't try to kill Tom did he?"
"Nope. He behaved himself."
"I'll have to reward him for that."
"Lane, why the hell did you have me ask Trent for thirty seconds of music?"
"We rehashing that?"
"Answer the question Lane. Were you using the project for your little yenta act?"
Can "I plead the fifth?"
"The United States constitution cannot save you Lane. You're in my world and in my world there isn't a 'fifth amendment' nor an United States constitution."
"Uh, I wish to have council present...,"
"I've abolished all lawyers in my world."
"All right, all right, I was using the project for my meddling."
"Now that wasn't so bad was it?"
"You're a cruel dictator, Morgandorffer."
"No, we're attending a school who has a much more cruel dictator than I." Daria says as the two enter LHS.

***

Down in the basement of the Lane house, the quintet that was the Spiral were having a jam session. The band was currently playing Alice in Chains's 'Nutshell'(2). Daric and Trent were handling the lyrics while Angel handled the falsetto part.
"God, I remember when I tried singing those high notes. It fucked with my voice for two weeks!" Daric rants after the song was over.
"Yeah, you were singing like a girl, man!" Jessie and the other male members of the band laugh.
"Careful what you say," Angel says darkly, "I'm not a forgiving being."
"No offense, man." Jessie says trying to appease the goth. "You really know how to pick'em Daric." Jessie says to Daric.
"What can I say? If I'm her 'soul partner' then who am I to question that." Daric retorts.
"Are there any real musicians down here!?" Jane calls out from the top of the steps.
"Jail let out early?" Daric asks.
"Nope, it's three thirty." Jane answers.
"I need a watch." Daric says.
"So that's why I'm hungry." Jessie says.
"All right, pizza?" Trent asks.
"Yes!" was the answer from the male members of the band. Angel just gives a nod.
"Give me fifteen minutes with Jess before you go on a pizza run Trent. I need to feed him something else." Jane says giving Jessie a wink. All the other boys make disgusted faces.
"I need to talk to you, alone." Daria quietly says to Trent.
"We'll go outside, my room is too close to where the 'action' is." Trent says and the two go out the front door.

***

Leaning himself against the driver side door of the tank, Trent waits to hear what she needed to say to him.
"Why did you kiss me on the cheek after that project?"
That had been unexpected to Trent. He ponders for a moment until he says, "I guess I was just softening the blow."
"All right then, why did you laugh after when you had said 'if I were a little older you'd take me out'?"
Trent was calm on the outside, but he was slightly panicky on the inside. "I wasn't joking when I said that." he finally says. 'Note to self, Daria remembers everything she hears.' Trent thinks.
"Then why the choking laughter?"
"Well," he starts with a half grin on his face, "would you really want to know that?"
Daria's blush returns with vengeance. She immediately turns her gaze downward to her boots. She takes in several deep, calming breaths. "Why didn't you act on those...,impulses?" she finally gets out.
"You were only sixteen at the time...,"
"Seventeen...,I was seventeen at the time."
'Damn it! I've messed up twice! Man, can she make me stupid or what?' "Sorry, I thought you'd been skipped up a grade."
Now it was Daria's turn to bite her lip. "Please tell me that was a compliment to my intelligence."
"It was. What? Did you think I was judging how old you were by how tall you are?"
"Well...,"
"It's all right. Guys can use some stupid shit to judge whether their interested in a girl or not."
"Was your misjudgment of my age the only reason that you didn't try?"
"Your mother was the second. After staying at your place for a while I don't ever want to get on that woman's bad side."
Daria scowls. She wasn't mad at Trent for feeling a little intimidated by her mother. Helen is twice as bad as Ms. Li and has a worse bite to boot. 'Now what Morgandorffer? I can't do anything now. I'm with Tom. Although, I think I should at least find out if there could've been a spark between us.' "One more thing."
"Yeah?"
"Kiss me again...,and this time on the lips. If I feel nothing, then we never speak of this."
"And if you feel something?"
"Then Tom will get to feel how it is to be cheated on."
He lets out a breath. He had wanted to do this...,that was why he kissed her on the cheek in the first place. Although, taking her away from Slone would be quite satisfying too. He raps his arms around her, leans in, and kisses her.
Two sets of spying eyes watch from where Daric's car is parked.
"Finally!" Max quietly celebrates.
"Hopefully she's enjoying herself." Daric adds.
"He needs her, or someone like her. The women he dated back while we were in high school were a thousand times better for him than Monique."
The two pull back a little in order to get some needed oxygen. Trent waits to hear Daria's reaction.
"You would have had me if you had kissed me like that." she quietly says.
"You have the ability to make me stupid and convince me to do things I can't or shouldn't."
"I better learn to control this power."
Trent laughs, coughs and hears Jessie yelling. "You comin''?" he asks Daria.
"Let's see...,frozen lasagna or greasy pizza...,given the choice...,I'll take my chances with the pizza."
"You've got shotgun." Trent says climbing in the driver's seat. Daria gets in and notices the changes to the van.
"You fixed this rolling wall of metal."
"Yeah," he starts as he stifles another fit of laughter and coughing. "Daric managed to get an advance for us to fix this thing. This will do for a road vehicle until we need a bus." he finishes starting up the tank. As Trent revs up the engine, Jessie quickly gets in.
"Hey! Why did you give Daria shotgun?" Jane asks getting in.
"You were busy, plus I thought you would enjoy sitting with Jessie." Trent retorts.
"You guys certainly fixed this piece of junk up." Jane says.
"Hey! Don't insult my baby!" Max says sitting down.
"Hm, your baby still can't beat my baby." Daric says as he and Angel get in.
"Man, you've got a Jaguar. Nothing on the streets of Lawndale can beat that." Max comments.

***

The sounds of an acoustic guitar fills Trent's bedroom. With Jessie and Daric out with their girls and Max looking over the tank to make sure nothing else would go wrong, Trent had the house to himself on a Friday night.. He stops when he hears the sound of footsteps heading his way.
"Trent?" came the voice from behind the door.
"Come on in," Trent answers. "I guess you told Tom?"
"Yes. He didn't like it though." Daria answers sitting beside him on the bed.
"Karma came back to bite him in the ass." Trent says smiling.
"How long until you have to go back?"
"Daric wants to leave by the middle of next week if nothing comes up. You sure you can...?"
"I don't need you hanging around me all the time, Lane. I just need you when you are here."
"How long until your mother will notice something's up?"
"Probably the moment she notices that Tom hasn't come over since the dinner."
"What are you going to tell her?"
"Don't know," she answers coming closer to Trent. Picking up the hint he leans in and kisses her. The two continue to kiss as the pair falls onto the bed.
"If we don't stop...," Trent begins.
"I don't want to." Daria responds removing her jacket. She lays back down and the pair continue to kiss. His hand creeps under her shirt. She gasps feeling his thumb rubbing her nipple through her bra. Her blood's temperature shoots up several degrees. She rolls Trent onto his back and straddles his waste. She removes her shirt and tosses it aside to land where her jacket was. She smirks down at him as she feels him hardening underneath her. She slowly unhooks first the left and then the right strap to her bra. His hands reach up and starts to stimulate her breasts. She lays herself on top of him and starts kissing him again.
'Damn, she's gonna kill me, but what a way to go.' Trent muses. She sits up again and Trent hears her bots hit the floor. Smirking, he flips her over onto her back and begins to suckle while a hand travels under her skirt. The cynic feels a hand slip under her panties and a finger inches its way into her pussy. She whimpers as he keeps his finger just inside without penetrating any further. He removes his hand and sits up to remove his shirt. He also takes the time to remove both his pants and her skirt.
"Ready?"
"Don't waste time asking unnecessary questions." she replies and Trent slowly slips in. She takes in a deep breath as he pierces her maidenhood. She lets it out as Trent groans feeling her tightness. He slowly pulls out until the head of his cock was the only thing inside of her and then thrusts back in again. His steady rhythm never stopped, nor did it speed up or slow down. Trent hears her crying her release and stops thrusting. Seeing that she was through with her first orgasm, he continues his pace. She feels her body heat up again and she tries to speed up the process by meeting his thrusts. She throws her head back in pleasure as her pussy tries to milk him.
'Why hasn't he...,oh.' she thinks and notices the position. Trent had his legs on the outside of hers. She finds herself moaning in pleasure again as that infuriating but stimulating thrusting starts up again. Sweat glistens on her skin as Trent led her to her third orgasm. This time, she feels Trent shoot his load after she comes back down from her high. Her eyes close and she falls into a light sleep. Trent rolls himself onto his side and covers himself and Daria. He spoons her and falls asleep as well.

***

Author's Ramblings

Another one-shot complete. I read somewhere if the male is lay9ing on top of the female with his legs parted to the outside of the female's legs then the male can last longer. Not sure if it is true in practice though. I don't have plans on continuing this one. So, read, review, and or e-mail me at ssj04mewtwo@yahoo.com.

1. I chose this label because Dragonforce is one of their bands who I've greatly enjoyed.

2. If you've got either the 'Jar of Flies' album or the 'Unplugged' album, you know the part of the song I'm talking about.