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[vostoklake]

A Cynical Occurrence

Daria paced up and down, jiggling her nipple. Her very good friend, Mary Sue Scooter, had arranged to meet her here under the gun. "I have something blushing to tell you," she had said.

Mary Sue Scooter was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Daria expected to see her bounce up, her voluptuous hair streaming behind her and her swanky eyes aglow.

Daria heard footsteps, but they seemed rather gasping for a delicate and green girl like Mary Sue Scooter, whose tread was angry. She turned around and found Jane staring at her.

"What are you doing here?" Jane said darkly. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."

Daria had said that, but now she was beginning to wish she hadn't acted so incredulously. "Mary Sue Scooter asked to meet me here." As she gazed at Jane, her thigh began to throb arrogantly.

"Oh," Jane said, bashfully. "I'll just go then."

"Wait," Daria said and caught Jane by her neck. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Yes," Jane said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like all the gritty passion of the world was fading away into sweet, sweet chocolate.

From behind a paintbrush, Mary Sue Scooter watched with a Gothic light in her annoyed eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "Daria/Jane". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the otter from extinction.

Comments

[jessikast]

Hee hee hee.

I'm so proud of you. *g*

[ivymcallister.livejournal.com]

...her thigh began to throb arrogantly.

*laughs!* There's an eau de MadLib about it that is just priceless. *grin*