Daria: Is It Fall Yet? Page #9

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Freakin' friends! Till we come to bad ends, we're freakin' friends! Freakin'

friends! Freakin' friends! Till we come to bad ends, we're freakin' friends!

Freakin' friends! Freakin' friends... "

I just couldn't get past all that upper-crustiness. I felt like the poor cousin

in a Henry James novel. You know, someone to be tolerated until she gets run

over by a horse and buggy.

Yeah, the Sloanes definitely come from the land of the Muffys. But it's not like

they're jerks or anything. I just ignored the money and concentrated on the

incredibly well-stocked refrigerator.

Yeah. Look, why don't you just come back with us?

I don't know. Some kind of dumb-ass notion about seeing this through, I guess.

Anyway, it's just another two weeks and then we'll be back at school! Wait...

what's my point?

That life sucks no matter what, so don't be fooled by location changes.

You really should write fortune cookies.

Call me when you get back.

All right, freakin' friend. Um, I don't believe I'm about to say this, but...

you should give Tom another shot. He's not a bad guy. And you could use the recreation.

Um, what about the whole you-stabbed-me-in-the-back-how-could-you thing?

I think I actually am over that. As opposed to when I said I was over it but was

really still under it.

Yeah, right.

Seriously. Give it some thought on the way back.

I don't think so.

Or converse with the band. The choice is yours.

No, those sandals don't make your toes look fat.

So David was right. I am superficial.

At least you know your strengths.

He really called you that?

He said he only dates girls with "depth."

How did it even come up?

Oh, boy. You asked him out?

Quinn, you're, um, not as superficial as you act. I'm sure you just feel obliged

to stress the moronic aspects of your personality so you'll fit in better with

the fashion drones, like a mask you wear 'cause you think they wouldn't like the

real you.

You mean sort of the way you keep people away by being really unfriendly and stuff?

Hey, we're talking about you here. You really liked that guy, huh? Well, he

certainly wasn't what we intellectuals call a totally buff hottie, so if you saw

past his looks, you can't be completely shallow.

Thanks, Daria. Damn it, I even told him I liked him! I never do that!

Quinn... sometimes you reach out to someone and all you get back is a slap in

the face.

Then why even bother?

I guess because, um, you got to give people a chance. Otherwise, there's no

point to the whole being-human routine.

Why? David didn't give me a chance!

Sure he did. Wasn't he going to quit before you begged him not to?

Yeah. So?

So you learned a whole bunch of stuff and found out you don't have to be a dummy

if you don't want to... because he gave you a chance.

Quinn, I...

Okay, thanks for lending this to me. A Journal of the Plague Year. Sounds fun!

"Give people a chance." Sounds like good advice.

That crap?

Oh, Daria. Here, this came for you...

... and I guess I'll go see how Quinn is doing.

Agh! This heat is making my lip gloss all runny.

Tell me about it. It's so hot we can't even wear our new fall clothes.

They should really start school in November.

I know...

Welcome back, students, and remember, the school nurse is in and ready to take

your voluntary urine sample. Show your Lawndale High spirit with the gift of urine!

Eww... !

All right, which of you promising young people would like to share your

definition of Manifest Destiny?

Ms. Morgendorffer? Did you want something?

"Manifest Destiny" was a phrase politicians used to say that God wanted the U.S.

to keep expanding west all the way to the Pacific ocean. Because why bother

owning the country if Hollywood wasn't included?

Ahh, Quinn, that's very good! Thank you for making my day rewarding.

Gee, Quinn... I hope that little foray of yours into Geekland just now is the

result of heat exhaustion, and not an unpleasant side effect of all that

tutoring. I mean, you're not turning into a brain, are you?

Sandi, just because someone can answer a simple question doesn't mean they're a pedagogue.

So, I guess I got through to Link after all, and all it cost me was a generous

period of self-doubt followed by a bracing stint of self-hatred.

See? Not every human is a manipulative, opportunistic letch, or at least that's

what I'm told.

You didn't make any friends at that art colony, did you?

Nope. Well, except this one girl, until she got fresh.

You're not kidding.

As much as I'd like to gain your sour perspective on the whole sordid incident,

it's gonna have to wait. I think someone's looking for you.

Whoa! Nice car. Where's Jeeves?

I killed him for his uniform. How are you doing?

I'm okay. She's pretty okay, too.

Yeah, I know that. Hey, Daria.

Hey.

Want to go for a ride?

Actually, we were just...

... saying good-bye. I'll call you later.

Thanks for the lift. Um, I guess I should be going.

Just hear me out. Okay?

Sure.

There's nothing I can do about the club, my family, the whole thing. And yes,

I can see where all of that could make you uncomfortable.

Thank you.

But would you also agree that maybe I was right when I said this dating stuff is

new to you, and you're afraid of getting hurt, and maybe you were looking for an

out before you got too pulled in?

Daria?

Maybe some of that's true.

Well, here's the deal. I want to start seeing you again. We can take it slow,

but you've got to at least try to trust me. I really like you, Daria, but

I don't want to waste any more time if you're not going to give it a chance.

Please?

Daria... ?

I want to try again, too.

Don't say any more. I hate it when you get all mushy.

Yeah, I don't like it, either. Okay, then, I'm glad. See ya.

Oh, Jakey, do you realize what a momentous summer our girls have had?

Quinn learned she's smarter than she thought, and Daria has her first boyfriend.

It's summer already?

Jake...

You made a joke, didn't you?

Yep! Old Jake was joking!

I like a man with a sense of humor.

Why'd the chicken cross the road?

I don't know.

Well, you're about to find out!

Written by Glenn Eichler and Peggy Nicoll

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