2: ON THE SECOND DAY (Yes I
Am)
But then, Daria
wasn't the only one with nightmares--so was Sandi.
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Right now, the brunette had
long since dozed off, when she dreamt
that she was in one of the hallways of Lawndale High, when
Quinn,
Stacy, Tiffany, Jodie,
were teasing her with, "Sandi and Daria,
up in a tree, K-I-double-S-I-N-G,"
before following it with raucous laughter.
"Stop it, all of
you!!" protested Sandi. "Before I kick your sorry butts after
school!!"
"Sandi's got a
girlfriend, Sandi's got a girlfriend," chirped
song way.
"Scram, Ms. Eepmeister!!" roared the brunette. "I ain't got no &^$*%@#
girlfriend!!"
"Oh, yes you do,"
said the cheerleader, using a baby voice. " and
her
name's Daria, oh, she's
CU---------TE!!"
Jumping up and down in a
rage, Sandi stated, "You're all cuckoo!! Just
because I kissed a geeky, brainy unpopular girl just to win a
bet, that
don't mean I love her!!"
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That was when Daria arrived on the scene, and said, "Hey
Sandi."
Turning to the auburn cynic,
the brunette said, "Hello, precious."
From there, she went to Daria, and the two held each other while
they kissed.
"Whoo-hoo,
go Daria and Sandi!!" cheered Jane.
That was when the crowd
chanted, "Sandi loves Daria!! Sandi loves Daria!!"
Bolting upright on her bed,
Sandi shrieked, "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
It was night, with the sweat
on her face.........and something sticky on her
fingers. Upon glancing down, the brunette saw that her left
hand had
been in her vagina, which meant she had been masturbating
in her sleep.
Worst still, her top had been
off and she had been using her right hand
to play with her breasts. No. Had she been playing with
herself? And if
so, to what or whom? Was it the dream? Was it Daria? Her? Impossible!!
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That kiss. It all started with that kiss.......all on account
of that stupid bet.
Well, that, along with her
prideful bragging boasting ways, which she
had been brought up, by special arrangement from her
mother, Linda.
All because of her bragging
that she'd kiss the first girl, the troubles
began. Why didn't she challenge Quinn, Tiffany or Stacy to
kiss her to win
the bet? Why Daria? True, Sandi
had read of the stories of how the teen
girls of camp and of high school would take such a dare
similar to what
she had gone through--and did just that--in Waif. Even
so, since that
kiss, the brunette hadn't been able to get the memory out
of her mind.
That was when the fact came
to her out of the black------Sandi Griffin
was a lesbian. In fact, since she was born, she had liked
girls. But it wasn't
until when she first enrolled into Lawndale High, when she
first formed
The Fashion Club and when Daria and Quinn first came to
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Heading to the bathroom to
wash her hand, Sandi pondered those
discoveries--and wondered. But there was still a lot of blame to
place
on--Quinn, Stacy and Tiffany for egging her on and
prompting her to
make that bet, Daria for
arriving at the worst place at the worst time
and her mother Linda for making her an egotist and a
pawn, just for her
own gains in competing against Helen Morgendorffer, along
with herself
for allowing her boastfulness to get the worst of her. At
one point, the
brunette could imagine a livid Helen shout at her with,
"You %@#*$&^
lesbian!! You've ruined my daughter!!" Now THAT was
something to
compound the Morgendorffer/Griffin war even worse.
Scowling in the mirror, Sandi
muttered, "Hang you, Quinn. Hang you,
Stacy and
Tiffany. Hang you, Mom. Hang me,
for that matter. And hang
you too, Daria......."
Daria.......
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But if she hated kissing a
brain, then why had she liked kissing Daria?
Maybe because it WAS her
first kiss, even from another girl.
And if the auburn hated
kissing another girl, much less a popular and
shallow one, why did she kiss back? Was Daria
secretly a lesbian in
spite of her relationship with Tom Sloane and didn't know
it? Was
she bi? For someone that kissed back, Daria
kept her feelings
hidden afterwards.
That wasn't all--when Daria pulled her close, Sandi felt the cynic's
breasts brush along hers, and she swore that she felt her
nipples
were erect, which meant that within that green coat,
orange blouse
and black pleated skirt, was a body that had potential.
If that was
the case.......what WAS Daria's
body like?
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But, most important of all:
was the brunette falling in love with the
auburn cynic? Even attracted to her? Romanticlly? Sexually? All of
the above? No. Impossible!! There was no way, in any shape and/or
form that was likely!!
Or WAS it........?
Troubled by all these, Sandi
could only stare in the mirror in
frustration.
Daria staggered in her sleepwear to the kitchen where
Helen, in her
blazer and skirt, was checking out her papers for her latest
case.
Glancing up at her daughter,
Helen stated, "Is something bothering
you, Daria? Seems
like you didn't get much sleep last night."
"How could I?" said
the auburn. "Sandi's been trying to kiss me in
my dreams."
"Sandi? As in Sandi Griffin, the head of The Fashion
Club?"
"The
same. I didn't think a stuck up
and shallow girl like her
had the hots for me."
Suddenly what Daria heard next wasn't Helen's voice--but Sandi's:
"Poor sweetie....."
Upon turning around, she
could see, Sandi dressed up like Helen,
holding her arms out to her and crooning, "Come to
mommy...."
And that was when the auburn
bolted up from her bed, waking
up from such a bizarre nightmare. But even worse, was
the fact
that, as with Sandi, Daria had
been masturbating and playing with
her breasts and nipples, her vagina gushing out juice.
And
already she could see a lot of consulting with Jane waiting
for her.
An irate Anthony De Martino
had finished collecting test papers
from his students after they had finished completing the
questions
on each of the papers. Right now, he checked out the
first one
before approaching Sandi, ranting on her with, "Sandi,
I
admire your well done WORK on your test, but there's only
TWO
details I should point OUT to you--for instance, in question
78,
the ANSWER to 'who were the Presidents on
is Washington, Lincoln, Jefferson and Roosevelt----but
YOU
wrote 'Moe, Larry, Curly and SHEMP!!' And in question 87,
the RIGHT answer to 'WHAT did Julius Caesar SAY when
Brutus
stabbed him?' IS 'Et tu, Brute?', NOT 'Ouch, that HURTS!!' What's
HAPPENED to you?!?"
Her head hanging, Sandi
muttered, "Oop...."
Inside the cafeteria section,
The Fashion Club were having their
fare of salads and diet soda, but the fact that their
brunette
leader had nearly botched up on her test had them worried.
"Flunking a few of the
tests?" said Stacy. "That ain't like you,
Sandi."
"So what else is
new?" said Sandi. "Anyone can have an few
mistakes now and then, so what's the big deal?"
"But you've always had a
perfect track record when it comes
to schoolwork," said Quinn.
"Something's not
right," said Tiffany. "Lately you've been somber
and troubled since you kissed Quinn's sister."
"What's with you all?
Like, I don't see a Fashion Club, I see a
kangaroo court. Anyone can have their share of mood swings now
and then."
"We're just
concerned," said Quinn. "You're my best friend,
and I
care for you so much."
"And I care for you too.
Right now, I am trying to deal with my state
of mind, and hopefully I'll be fine." Turning to
Tiffany, the brunette said,
"Tiffany, can you meet
with me in the bathroom after lunch? I'd like your
opinion on mascara."
"OK...." drawled
Tiffany.
Turning to Stacy and Quinn,
Sandi said, "Stacy, you and Quinn meet me
and Tiffany for fashion coordination check before the
last few classes
after lunch, ok?"
Reluctantly Stacy sighed,
"OK. We hope you're getting better."
"We'll meet you there
then?" said Quinn.
"Yup."
After lunch, Sandi and
Tiffany entered the bathroom and that was when
the Asian drawler asked, "So what types of mascara
did you bring?"
Glancing left and right, the
brunette paused before saying, "The same
as before.......I said that to get you here, because
you're the only one I
can trust outside of Quinn, for if she found out, it
would break her heart.
As a yesperson
in The Fashion Club, you trust me."
"Uh.......I don't follow
you....."
Hanging her head in shame,
Sandi spoke up somberly with, "Like, I got a
confession to make........for all my life, I am a lesbian, a bi
that loves girls."
"You've GOT to be
joking...." said a shocked Tiffany.
"It's.......NO JOKE. For
I don't know how long, I felt that way. When Quinn
and her sister first came to
her sister, for her geeky glasses wearing looks, was no
slouch--that is,
if she'd do something with her looks. When Quinn joined
the club, I was
in seventh heaven."
"Brr. You mean
you were a lesbian the whole time, and we didn't know
that?"
"Mmmmm-hmm. It
wasn't until that article in Waif inspired me to call you
all together to see if any of you might be like
me......."
But as fate would have it,
the ventilation air duct system from the bathroom
led to the exhaust stacks located on the roof of the
Lawndale High building
where right now, Kevin and Brittany were kissing big time
nearby--and that
was when the blonde bimbo heard Tiffany say:
"So you DID think Stacy,
Quinn and I were lesbians.......brr."
Breaking off the kiss,
"What babe?" said
the quarterback.
"Listen......!!" From there, the cheerleader and Kevin crawled
to the nearby duct
just as Sandi spoke:
"Yup.......and then Daria had to step in right after I said I'd
kiss the first girl that
came in here."
"After all, you brought
it on yourself."
"Since then," said
the brunette, "I started having nightmares, along with strange
feelings....for Quinn's sister.......the fact that she, of all
people, was my first kiss,
I couldn't get her and the
day we kissed--along with the fact that I enjoyed it--
out of my mind."
"No wonder you nearly
goofed up on those tests," said the drawler.
"It wasn't until, like,
just now at the cafeteria, that I came to a conclusion that
I didn't think would happen
to me, nor want at all, not in my lifetime......Tiffany....
I think I am falling in love
with Daria......!!"
Upon hearing that, Kevin
blurted out, "HOLY DOG POO!!"
"You......?" said
Tiffany. "In love with Quinn's sister? That geeky brain?
You've GOT to be
joking."
"Like," said the
brunette, "it's no joke. And I know she must be one herself,
hidden beneath that cynical shell she's got, with a body to
match....!! Oh,
Tiffany, I've gone cuckoo....!!"
"No.......I think you've
got it bad.........you're in love," said the Asian. "And it's
S-O wrong....."
"Anyhow.....what I just
said is a secret between me and you. Understood?"
"Understood. Safe and sound, safe as milk."
"Whatever. Let's
go."
From there, the sound of
footsteps could be heard, indicating that Sandi
and Tiffany had departed. From there, Kevin muttered,
"That sucks," before
he turned to a guffawing Brittany who was on her knees.
"Babe!!" said the
quarterback in disbelief. "That ain't
funny!!"
"Like hell it ain't!!" giggled the cheerleader. "Sandi Griffin,
the President of The
Fashion Club, in love with
Little Miss Muffet Daria?!?
Gimme a
break!!"
"But you heard it, an' I
heard it.......an' we STILL don't believe it......!!"
"We'd best believe it,
or not, Kevvy--just like Ripley. Poor Daria......y-you
don't think she could be in love with Sandi.....?"
"Sandi and Daria in love......." muttered Kevin.
"Now THAT is what I'd call THE
oddest couple in
"Wow...." said
"An' if Quinn learned of
that, she'd kick their butts."
"Amen, Kevvy."
Somewhere, later in the day,
near one of the busiest twin main line railroad
tracks in
reached the double track railroad tunnel known as, according
to its
engraved writing on the concreate
portal above: R. R. TUNNEL NO. 558.
"You nuts, Jane?"
said Daria, a hint of surprise. "That is a
dangerous, if not a
restricted place."
"Why do you think we're
trying to do what we got to do, quick like a bunny,
and hightail it out of here?" said the artist with a
grin.
"Just why'd you bring me
here?"
"Did you see the film
version of Pink Floyd's The Wall?"
"As in
the one starring Bob Geldof of The Boomtown
Rats?"
"The same," said
Jane. "In the film, the child Pink places a bullet--" here, Jane
produced an unmarked .357 Magnum bullet from her pocket,
"--on one of the
rails of a railroad track before the oncoming train runs
over it, setting it off."
Shaking her head, the auburn
said, "Where'd you get that bullet?!?"
"When my sister Penny
came from
she brought with her some of her unmarked bullets and
weapons; somehow,
she forgot one of these bullets here." Holding up
the bullet, the artist
entered the tunnel till she stopped twelve feet inside.
"Jane!!" said a
shocked Daria who had followed her. "Come out of
there!!"
"Just
a moment." Crouching near the
right hand tracks, Jane carefully placed
the bullet on one of the rails. From there, she said,
"OK, let's go."
Just then, Quinn's voice
could be heard: "Daria!! Jane!!"
"Now what?"
muttered the auburn.
Daria's redhead sister entered and ran up to them.
"What're you two doin'
here?!?" she hissed.
"I was intent on asking
you that." said Daria.
"I saw you and Jane head
that way. Don't you know it's dangerous in
here? Anyhow, Daria.......I
meant to tell you......if it's any consolatation
to you, it's mine, Tiffany, and Stacy's fault for egging
Sandi on to kiss you."
"Kind
of figured. Then Sandi wasn't the
only one that brought it on herself."
"Hey, here comes the train!!" said Jane. "Let's beat
it!!"
How right she was--its
headlight lighting up the vast tunnel, one of the
largest diesels, the Lawndale Universal Lines number 7000
locomotive
was barreling down at 70 miles per hour, blowing its airhorn. Upon seeing that,
Jane and Quinn ran out from
the tunnel, and on to safety--and that was when
they turned and saw that Daria
was still in the tunnel, in the path of the
highballing train, transfixed by its headlight, unmindful of its
horn.
"Daria!!"
called Jane. "Come on!!"
"Get off the
tracks!!" called Quinn.
And that was when the auburn
DID get off the tracks, and hightailed it for
the right hand wall of the tunnel, flattening herself
against it--seconds before
the 806 ton locomotive sped past, its wheels crushing and
harmlessly
detonatiing the
bullet that Jane had placed.
What happened next was
straight out of the scene from the film version of
Pink Floyd's The Wall; the
speeding train was a hodgepodge of tank cars,
box cars, gondolas, flat cars, auto carriers, container
cars and piggy back cars,
the wheels clicking and clacking on the rails, the heavy
rumbling echoing in the
tunnel, a whoosh of wind blowing Daria's
hair--and that was when the auburn
cynic, who was hugging the wall, closing her eyes and
oblivious to the train,
heard over the din, Sandi's voice:
"YOU!!"
HAD she heard it? Opening her
eyes, Daria turned to the source of the voice,
and to her surprise, saw through the gaps between the
railroad cars, Sandi, at
the other side of the tunnel's far wall, across the
tracks, pointing to her.
"YOU!!"
No. It couldn't be. Why would
Sandi be here? Was it a hallucination? Still it
seemed so REAL........and yet the brunette called out,"You did it!!"
The auburn couldn't believe
what was happening. First the kiss, then the
nightmares, then her inability to concentrate on her work and
now that.
"You kissed me, Daria!!"
When the train finally left
the tunnel, Sandi was gone. Trying to get her
thoughts together, Daria picked up
the crushed bullet, and staggered out
from the tunnel, and back to safety where Quinn and Jane
ran to her.
"You OK?" said the
artist.
"DAA-RIAAA!!"
shrilled Quinn. "What's the matter with you?!? You've could've
been killed in there!!"
Unfazed by her sister's
verbal onslought, Daria
asked, "Where'd Sandi run off
to?"
"Sandi?!?" said the
redhead. "In the railroad tunnel?!? Why would she
be doing
there? Daria, you're nuts!!"
"All I know is what I
saw."
"That couldn't be. Sandi
was on her way with Stacy and Tiffany to Cashman's,
and I'd meet them later--and that was when I saw you and
Jane on your way
here."
"If you ask me,"
said Jane to her auburn friend, "you've got Sandi on your
mind."
""As long as it ain't love," said a puzzled Daria.
"Well, I don't
know....we DO know you've been flunking a few of today's tests,
and we all know of your perfect record," said the
artist.
"You too, Daria?" said Quinn in surprise. "Sandi flunked
several of her tests for
today herself. It's not like her to do that--for that
matter, it's not like you too
either."
"Me and Sandi in
love....," said the auburn.
"....is THAT
possible?" said Jane. From there, The Partners In
Crime joined
Quinn in a
chorus of, "EW!!!!"
By the time Daria and Jane entered The Pizza King--with the opening
bass
lines of Pink Floyd's The Happiest Days Of Our Lives
playing in the background
--there
was some activity happening in one corner of the place--and it was
centered on one Charles "Upchuck" Ruttheimer III, who was bawling his head
off.
"Did we miss
something?" said the artist.
"Seems like Upchuck just
got turned down by Cristina Aguilera," said
the auburn.
That was when Andrea came up
to the duo and said, "Hey, did you hear the
latest rumor?"
"Rumor?" said Jane.
"According to Kevin and
Brittany," said the goth
girl, "they overheard Sandi
Daria--"Daria here."
"WH------------AT?!!?"
gasped The Partners In Crime.
As if to verify that
statement, Jodie and Mack showed up, the former saying,
"We thought they were
pulling our leg, but they claim they definitely heard
Sandi say it, word for word.
Needless to say, the first person they told was
Upchuck, and now, he says he
is heartbroken, having lusted for you and
Sandi." Shaking her head in disbelief, Jodie added, "Can
you believe such
a half baked story?"
"You're saying,"
said Daria, "that Brittany and Kevin claim that
they heard
Sandi say she's got the hots for me? Surely you jest."
"Who knows?" said
Mack glumly. "We're living with a whole bunch of
freakazoids when it
comes to Upchuck,
Turning to her friend, the
auburn asked, "What do you think?"
"Seems like we just
stepped into The Twilight Zone," said Jane.
"Submitted for your
approval," said Andrea,"When Daria Morgendorffer
stepped in The Pizza King, she had no idea that a rumour that Sandi
aka The Gal That
Says A Few Words, that she not only kissed our glasses
wearing heroine, but also fell in love with her. Rumor or real story? Who
knows? All we know is that all may be revealed when Daria and Sandi wind
up--in The Twilight Zone."
Surprised by the goth girl's statement, Daria grinned her best Mona Lisa
smirk, saying, "I couldn't had said it better
myself."
"Ditto," said the
artist.
Just then, Sandi, with Stacy,
Tiffany and Quinn in tow entered, and stoliclly
approached the auburn and boldly spoke with,"Daria,
you, me, in the
bathroom----NOW."
Paling, Daria
turned to Jane and murmured, "You don't think she's still
teed off over that kiss?"
"Could be,"
murmured the arttist. "She may also be furious
over the
rumor that Kevin The Thomson and Brittany The Taylor spread
to much
of
"Something tells me the
lipstick just hit the fan." Turning on her heels, the
auburn ran out the door, only for Sandi to follow her,
demanding, "Like,
where do you think you're going?!?"
"To the land of hunger,
where else?" was the reply.
That was when the brunette
reached out and grabbed Daria's arm,
trying to pull her back. "Stop it, Daria,
and listen to me!!"
NO!!" said a frightful Daria, who tried to pull free from Sandi's grip.
"The last thing I need
is a run in with you!!"
"Will you listen to
me?!?"
"No!!"
"Yes!!"
"No!!"
"Yes!!"
"No!!"
Pulling her arm free, the
auburn ran down the sidewalk, with the
brunette coming on behind and calling out, "Daria, stop!!"
From the door of The Pizza
King, Quinn called out, "Sandi!! Come back,
Sandi!!"
"What're you trying to
do?!?" said Stacy.
"You're crazy,"
said Tiffany. Then under her breath, she added, "Crazy in
love...."
Try as she might, Daria found out the hard way she was unable to shake
Sandi off
her trail. Part of the problem was
that the auburn's Doc Marten
boots were heavy and clumsy when it came to speed. That,
along with
the fact that Daria wasn't as
fit to run like Jane was. But then, Sandi's
lithe weight (as part of The Fashion Club's requisite) and
her running shoes
had a hand in the brunette's ability to stay on Daria's tail.
So in place after place--The
Clean-Itt-Up Laundromat, up the fire escape
and along the roof of an apartment building, a local
supermarket, even
a gas station--no matter where the auburn hid out at,
there was The Fashion
Club brunette, always taking
her by surprise, and saying, "Stop it, Daria,
and listen to me!!"
It wasn't until Daria reached
and into the bathroom--only for Sandi to come out of one
of the stalls
saying, "You can't run forever, Daria!!"
Back on
to collide and drivers to shout, "Hey, stupid, look
both ways before you cross
the street!!"--before reaching the
other side, to The Red Barchetta Hotel.
But then, the fact that the
Morgendorffer house was in the route between
The Pizza King and
had hid out at home--but then she didn't think of it.
Besides, there was no
telling if the brunette could break down the door--or worse.
Entering the hotel, running
past the vast marbled foyer and the registration
section, Daria ran past the
fountain in the center foyer, and upon glancing
back, she could see Sandi, a yard behind her, still
chasing. Ahead was a
gauntlet of twelve elevator doors--six on the left hand side,
and six on the
right hand side--and that was when, with a boundful leap, the auburn
skidded to a halt at the extreme right elevator on the left
hand wall, and
jabbed the up button franticlly,
while the brunette was getting nearer--
and at last, the doors opened, and Daria
ran in, jabbing the button for
the 12th floor, closing the doors, which slammed in the
hapless Sandi's
face.
Safe for the moment in the
ascending elevator car, Daria leaned against
the wall. On both sides of the doors were the control
panels, each with
a complicated quota of buttons; above them, was the two
color LED
floor counter, which was counting the levels to the 12th
floor. But when
the 12th floor was reached and the doors opened, there
was Sandi.
"Like, you just don't
get it," she said.
The auburn couldn't believe
it. The brunette known as Sandi Jillian Griffin
had never been that relentless before. and
now the whole farce was
getting out of hand. Jabbing the button for the 27th floor,
she said,
"Sorry, we're all full
up," before the doors seperated Daria from Sandi.
So far, so
good--but for how long? The floor
counter was counting:
23....24....25....26....27. The doors opened......and there was no one.
No one at
all.
Breathing a sigh, the auburn
started to step out--and that was when
the brunette jumped out from behind a fake decorative
bush near the
elevator, and stated to enter.
"Gahh!!"
gasped Daria. "Leave me alone!!" She reached
for the last
button on the panel, a topmost button marked CT--short for
Clock Tower;
the doors started to close, but Sandi said, "No, you
don't," before she stuck
out her hand, blocking the doors, causing them to reopen.
The safety
feature built in the elevator on her side, the brunette
stepped in the car
before the doors could close, and the elevator was on its
way to the
last level.
"You just don't give up,
do you?" said the auburn.
"We Griffins were born
to be relentless," said the brunette.
Glancing back at the counter,
Daria could see she was getting nearer,
for it was now counting: 28....29....30....CT (for Clock
Tower). The doors
opened, Daria ran out, and so did
Sandi--who called out, "Daria, stop!!"
--before they headed down the
passage, and into a vast complex of
gears, flywheels and the three huge weights, hanging on
pulleys and
cables in their own shafts, which powered the clock, the
carillon and
the big bell.
Reaching a door at the far
end of the wall ahead, the auburn opened
it and stepped through--to the outside of the tower,
dwarfed by the giant
clock face--and perched on a five foot ledge, which
overlooked the
whole
say Daria gasped at almost
falling over the edge. "I don't wanna be
remembered like that...." she muttered. "Of all the
places I had to hide,
I had to hide here--Jane'll never believe that....."
Stepping back carefully so
that she was away from the edge, the auburn
backed up--and that was when someone spoke,"Like,
now will you listen to
me?"
Turning 'round, Daria could see it was Sandi coming out from the door in
the clock face.
"We can't go on meeting like that,"
the auburn stated
before she added,"Just punch
me one and get it over with."
"Like, punch
you?!?" said the brunette. "You thought I was picking a fight
with you?!? Like, no way!! All I wanted was to say that we
need to talk.
Y' see.....I've got a
confession to make. Remember when we kissed the
other day? Well......since then.......oh,what's the use?!? I love you, Daria!!"
"WHAT?!!?" For Daria, what she just
heard proved that Brittany and Kevin
HAD
overheard Sandi and Tiffany.
"You can't be THAT serious, can you?"
"Yes I am....,"
replied Sandi somberly.
Suddenly, the clock's second
hand reached 60,and at the same moment,
the hour hand touched 5--and that was when the carillon
bells played the
Whittington tune, the
vibrations, if not the noise, from them taking the auburn
and the brunette by surprise; that was followed by the
big bell which rang
five times, causing the girls to stick their fingers in
their ears.
"Whoa!!" said
Sandi.
"And I thought the noise
noisiest thing in
Seeing her chance, the auburn
ran back through the door in the clock
face, back into the tower works--just as the bell sounded
its fifth strike.
Shaking her head to stop the
ringing, the brunette turned to where
Daria was, only she wasn't there.
"Hey, come back
here!!"
Back in the tower, Daria had reached the elevators, when the doors of
the extreme right elevator opened, and Amy Barksdale
stuck her head
out and said, "Hey, Daria!!
Over here!!"
Grateful her favorite aunt
had come, the auburn entered the
car, and soon they were on their way down.
"Thanks for coming for
me, Aunt Amy."
"Antything
for my favorite niece," said Amy. "Only, what were you doing in
the clock tower? It's a restricted section which can only
be reached, using
a keycard--wait a minute......" Spotting a keycard
slot in the left hand panel,
she pulled out a plastic card. "Well, no
wonder....!! One of the staffers left
a keycard here after the last maintenance check. Better
get that back
to them before Tachibana shreds someone's jockey shorts."
"Tachibana?" echoed
Daria.
"Eiji
Tachibana, the owner, founder and general manager of The Red
Barchetta Hotel--and my latest boyfriend."
Shaking her head in
amazement, Daria said, "You sure know how to aim
high when it comes to dating."
"If I told you half the the stories 'bout the last few dudes that spent their
money like water," said Amy, "you'd be beyond
amazed. By the way,
how's your mom and dad doing?"
Sighing, the auburn replied,
"Don't ask."
The fact that Daria was Amy's favorite niece, the latter chose not to
ask what the former was doing in the clock tower, much
less press
any charges against her. So far, the auburn had eluded
Sandi for
the moment--again; having reached the main floor, she hightailed
from The Red Barchetta Hotel,
through the forest section of town
which was a hopeful shortcut to home. Along the way,
however,
she was thinking over what Sandi had said back at the
clock tower,
that she, the most stuck up member of The Fashion Club,
was in
love with her, of all people. Sandi Griffin. Quinn's best friend.
Another
girl. One thing was for sure, it
definitely verified
and Kevin's story.
Had it been the kiss that
started it all? Daria was puzzled--and
worst of all, now way beyond worn out from all the running,
and,
a few yards near the edge of the forest, marked by a
large oak
tree, unable to continue. Right now, upon stopping to rest
near
the said tree,she was panting
and gasping for breath--but once
again, Sandi's voice broke into the auburn's reverie with,
"What's
the matter, Daria?"
Against her better judgement, Daria looked up--
--and on one of the strongest
branches of the oak tree overhead,
was the brunette, who now said, "Can't see the
forest between the
trees?"
Already luckless, strengthless and unable to run further, the auburn
groaned, "Oh----------no.....!!" before she fell to
the grassy ground,
on her back.
Jumping down from the branch
of the tree to the ground, Sandi
knelt down near Daria, and said
for the second time, "Like I said,
now will you listen to me?"
"OK, you got me,"
said a breathless Daria. "It was that kiss
wasn't it?"
"Yup," replied the
brunette. "That, and something else--the fact that
for all my life, I am a lesbian....even up to the day you
and Quinn
first came to
decide....which of you two was a lesbian like me--you, Quinn
or
both....."
"And you thought me and
Quinn were bi too. I had a feeling you
were one judging from what you said to me at the clock
tower."
"What did I say to
you?"
"You said, 'Yes I am,' which
is the album title of another lesbian--
Melissa Ethridge,"
said the auburn, who was gradually getting her
strengh back.
"But there's more."
From there, the brunette related to the cynic
auburn, everything she had told Tiffany in the Lawndale High
bathroom, from the feelings she enjoyed when she kissed
Daria, to her feeling the auburn's breasts and nipples
brush
alongside hers, from the dreams she had at night, along
with her masturbating, to what kind of body she thought
might be beneath Daria's
clothing, everything. When she
had finished, the auburn said, "Sandi, you're
blowing the
whole thing out of perportion. I
couldn't be bi, let alone a
beauty."
"Maybe not a beauty on
the outside, but inside, there's
a beautiful sweet girl--and, like, a sexy one at that,
just
waiting with potential, given the right makeover from
The Fashion Club, to bring it
to the surface. But no--you
keep any hint of beauty, let alone any passion of love,
behind those walls of cynicism....!!" Tears were now
streaming from the brunette's eyes and down her face
while she sobbed, "Me, and the rest of The Fashion
Club
almost came close to flushing out that beauty hidden
within you for that make over at the parade, when you
and that rugrat Tad Gupty climbed onto our float!! Even
Stacy was willing to share
her scrunchie for you!! But
YOU had to go and use
blackmail on Quinn to get out
of it!! You were my first kiss.......and
now.....sob.....now,
you prove to me that brains like you have no passion of
love!!"
Pitching her head back, Sandi
wailed her loudest, "OH,
DARIA, YOU DON'T LOVE ME!!
JUST WHEN I THOUGHT YOU
DID!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
True, Daria
wasn't one for sympathy, but even so, she
couldn't stand anyone crying--not even Sandi. Getting
up on her knees, she crawled over to the brunette and
muttered, "What did I do to deserve it? Please let there
be
for me, a brain hemorrage."
Then, she reached out and
placed a comforting hand on the brunette's shoulder,
and said, "Listen, Sandi, you don't have to cry
'bout it."
"I can't help it,"
sobbed Sandi. "If, like, you don't love me,
then why'd you kiss back in the first place?"
A good question
indeed....why? For the auburn, the feel
of Sandi's rose petal mouth, the way it felt so creamy,
so
sensuous, its silk feel tasting like cherry, no doubt from
the lipstick the brunette used. And that was when it
dawned on Daria, as why she kissed
back, not to mention
why she enjoyed kissing another girl......the incredible
sparks of passion flowing from those lips, and spreading
all over Daria's body,
triggering all sorts of hidden
feelings she never knew she had. For what she felt was
the joy of her first kiss from another girl. So if she
had been
a bi and didn't know it till Sandi's kiss awakened
them....
still, she had to be sure......even it was against her
reputation as a cynic.....even if cost her love life with
Tom....even if it meant
hurling a monkey wrench
into the relationship works with Jane and Quinn....
and there was only one way--dredge out the lover
within her......
Already the auburn was drawn
to the brunette's lovely face,
her green eyes dewy with tears, her equally dewy
mouth....
her soft breasts and body beneath her clothing....that
did it.
Dredging her courage, Daria stammered, "So you say a brain
like me ain't got no
passion--but with your help, I MAY prove
you wrong."
"Excuse me?" said
Sandi.
Muttering a quick
"Forgive me, Tom, Jane and Quinn," the
auburn threw her arms 'round the brunette, pulled her in as
close
as she could, molding her body with hers and fully
kissed as
long and as deep on the mouth, never stopping.
At first, Sandi was shocked,
then upset, then loving the kiss
while she soon relaxed, kissing along with Daria, as firm and
deep and long and sweet, moaning, "Mmmmmmm," through
her still kissing lips, closing her eyes and pulling the
auburn
even closer, and grabbing handfuls of Daria's
hair.....never mind
that she was a geeky brain, just don't let it end.....to
love and
kiss the sweet girl hidden beneath that brainy cynic
facade.....
Daria, for her part, was also relaxed, closing her eyes,
moaning,
and holding onto the brunette's hair which was fragnant with the
scent of jasmine. It was at that point however, that Daria thought
of something that she hadn't thought of trying with Tom,
and
chose to try it on Sandi.
To start with, the auburn ran
the tip of her index fingernail up and
down the brunette's back and spine till she moaned through
her kiss,
till she also took to doing the same to Daria, which sent waves of
emotion that she never thought she'd feel before--and that
was when
she stuck her tongue way deep in Sandi's mouth for a
French kiss;
needless to say, it didn't take long for the brunette to stick
her tongue
in the auburn's and entwine it with the other tongue.
Indeed, all that, combined
with their breasts, though still covered by
clothing, were pressing together, their nipples so engorged
with blood,
spreading shooting stars of fantastic love through their
bodies. For
Sandi, it was like she was
flying high above the clouds in a Icarus
like state of mind, away from the troubles of her two
bratty brothers,
her tyrannical mother, the clueless Tiffany, the crybaby
Stacy, from
the so called geeks and the pressures of The Fashion
Club--and so
forth.
For Daria,
it was like that first kiss she had with Tom, only it was much
more intense. For that matter, she and Tom never even
gotten around
to French kissing, and now she was finally doing just
that--even if it was
coming from another girl, who was also Quinn's best friend,
and the
selfish egotistical high strung President of The Fashion
Club. And it
felt great. The whole thing was like hurtling through the
same time
warp that brought Dave Bowman and his space pod in the
film
2001: A Space Oydessy. And right now, thoughts were running
through her mind: "I didn't think it could happen to
me....not like that.
Forget the fact I am kissing
a stuck up prissy popular girl, forget those
inane Lawndale High faculty, forget Quinn, forget my folks,
forget
even Jane, Trent, and Tom.........but, PLEASE, may the
moment we
share last....!! Please don't stop!!"
Sandi didn't want to stop
herself, wanting such a state of bliss she
and Daria were in to last. When
they finally did have to stop, they
were panting, sweating, with their lipstick smeared,
"Oh boy......!!" said the auburn.
"You see?" breathed
the brunette. "You could do it......and, like,
you truly proved me wrong....."
"Now you can punch my
lights out--but wait till I take my glasses off."
"Maybe you're a geeky
unpopular brainy misery chick on the outside....
but inside, you're something else.....!!"
Smirking her Mona Lisa smirk,
Daria stated, "Maybe you should change
the name of your group to The Passion Club."
For the first time, Sandi was
laughing gently before saying, "I doubt it.
It wouldn't have the right
ring to it--or WOULD it?"
Just then, Jane's voice could
be heard faintly: "HEY!! Daria!! Is that
you?!?"
"Time to go," said
the auburn. "If I know Jane, she'll call the hospital."
The girls got up one their
feet, and just as they were ready to part, the