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fardell24Cranberry Commons was about as large as the Lawndale Mall and looked rather similar. It was rather easy for newcomers to be confused. Daria remembered Quinn being so for the first two months after they had moved. ‘It probably didn’t help that they also had a Cashmans,’ she reflected.
It was fortunate that Cranberry Commons had less stores that Daria was interested in. She only grabbed three application forms from a second hand bookstore and a newsagency. As they were leaving that Mall they ran into another person they knew. “Hi, Daria, Jane,” Michael ‘Mack’ MacKenzie said.
“Hi, Mack,” Jane said.
“Hi,” Daria said.
“How are things going?” Mack asked.
“Alright,” Jane said.
“Looking for summer jobs,” Daria said.
“The usual, huh?” Mack asked.
“Yeah,” Daria said.
They talked for a few minutes before parting ways.
Daria and Jane approached the Morgendorffer’s house at 6:20. They had been unable to get to all of the neighbourhood shops, but Daria considered the day a success nevertheless.
Daria opened the door to find the former Fashion Club in the living room.
“...Gee, Quinn, why don’t you just kick me out of here,” Sandi said.
“Sandi! Just because we disagree about all of our summer plans doesn’t mean we are no longer friends!” Quinn said.
Sandi crossed her arms and glared. “I guess so,” she said.
Stacy saw Daria and Jane enter and ran over to them before they could head up the stairs. “Thank goodness you’re here. They have been rather hostile all afternoon!” she said.
“Excuse me?” Jane asked.
“Sandi has been more bossy than usual since we broke up the Fashion Club,” Stacy said.
‘More of the usual,’ Daria thought.
“No real news there,” Jane said.
“Unfortunately, yes,” Stacy said, whilst Quinn and Sandi continued to argue in the background and Tiffany walked up to the trio.
“You have to dooo somethiiing about it,” Tiffany said.
“Stacy, Tiffany, the problem between Quinn and Sandi is theirs to resolve. It won’t help matters if Jane or I interfere,” Daria said. ‘And I don’t want to be involved in any fight between them,’ she thought.
“It doesn’t help that they don’t have anything in common rather than their interest in fashion,” Stacy said.
Tiffany nodded.
“Right,” Daria said. ‘They aren’t compatible at all. No wonder they are fighting,’ she thought.
“No wonder they’re frenemies,” Jane murmered.
“Frenemies?” Tiffany wondered.
“Frenemy; an enemy disguised as a friend, or otherwise a friend whose words or actions bring you down,” Stacy said. She covered her mouth with her hands briefly. “I don’t know how I knew that, but it describes my relationship with Sandi to a t!”
“Definitely,” Daria said. She looked over into the living room. Sandi was sitting on one of the lounge segments looking at the television. Quinn appeared to have gone into the kitchen. “Let’s continue this discussion upstairs,” she said.
“Ok,” Stacy said.
“Okaay.”
“Are you sure about this?” Jane discreetly asked Daria as they reached the top of the stairs.
“Yes.”
“Just making sure.”
Daria opened her bedroom door.
“Come in,” she said.
Jane entered the room first, followed by Tiffany. “Unusual roo-oom.”
“Padded walls?” Stacy asked as she entered the room.
“The family who owned the house before the Morgendorffers had a psychotic relative,” Jane said.
“Um, Ok,” Stacy said.
Daria went to her desk and sat on the chair. She faced the others. “Please, take a seat on the bed.”
Jane sat on the floor between the bed and the television. Tiffany just sat on the bed, whilst Stacy looked around nervously before sitting on the bed.
“So, can you tell us how the situation started today?” Daria asked.
“Sure,” Stacy said.
Daria motioned for her to continue.
“We all met at Sandi’s house this morning, and Quinn said that she needed to look for work for the summer. That was what their first argument was about,” Stacy began.
“I see,” Daria said.
“That was just the start of their disagreements. There was a big argument when we ran into her friend, Lindy, at Cranberry Commons,” Stacy paused for breath. “But I’m getting ahead of myself.”
“Take your time,” Daria said.
“First, Quinn talked to Sam...”
Five to ten minutes later, Stacy’s monologue was interrupted by Quinn entering the room. “Yes, Sandi has stormed out,” she said.
“Oh no!” Stacy said.
“I guess I saw that coming,” Jane said.
“You’re not freaked out by Daria’s room?” Quinn asked.
“I was at first,” Tiffany said.
“I’m still a little freaked out by it,” Stacy said.
“It is quite weird,” Quinn said.
“So about Sand-di?” Tiffany asked.
“She doesn’t want me to work this summer. She said that the summer before senior year should be spent having fun. I told her that I was being pushed into it. Then she suggested that I should hire David again,” Quinn said.
“That isn’t that bad,” Daria said. ‘Of course, she may have said a lot of other stuff, or implied it,’ she thought.
“Admittedly, no, but it was the way she said it. Also my STAT scores were a great improvement on the PSTAT, I don’t need tutoring this summer. I’m confident I will get into Pepper Hill,” Quinn said.
“But what will happen tomorrow?” Stacy asked.
“I have no idea, We’ll meet here and see what happens,” Quinn said.
“OK,” Stacy said.
‘Same too, sis,’ Daria thought. They sat there for a while, thinking.
Five minutes later, Jake Morgendorffer came into the room. “Hey kids, dinner for eight is ready,” he said.
“For eight?” Daria said, in surprise.
“Yeah, Kiddo, for you and Jane-o, and Quinn and her friends, as well as Mom and I. Someone seems to be missing...”
“Actually, Mr. Morgendorffer...” Stacy began.
But Jake interrupted. “I get it, she’s in the bathroom, or something. Anyhow, The Dining Room is ready.” He then left.
“I didn’t know that you were having a large dinner here tonight?” Jane asked.
“Spur of the moment,” Daria said.
“Yeah,” Jane said as she went out the door.
“I hope that there aren’t too many calories in the dinner,” Stacy said.
“Calories are the least of the worries,” Quinn said as she passed Daria.
“O-oh?”
“He cooks a lot of weird stuff,” Quinn said.
“Okay,” Stacy said.
“Wie-erd?”
“You’ll see,” Quinn said.
Daria followed them out.
While dinner was going on Helen arrived home. “Jake, what have you made this time?” she asked as she came into the Dining Room, where everyone was starting to eat.
“Chicken soup with some bolognaise on the side!”
“That’s not that bad, I guess, but what did you put in it?”
“A small amount of pepper and chilli peppers,” Jake said.
Daria looked at her bolognaise, she could see more than a small amount of chopped chilli peppers.
“Jake!”
“Ow! My tongue! Ow, OW. OWCH!” Stacy cried out.
“Da-ad!” Quinn said, as she gave Stacy a glass of milk.
However, Daria could see that the milk wasn’t enough. Stacy was still distressed and ran out of the dining room into the kitchen.
Quinn glared at her father before following Stacy out of the room.
“Now, look at what you did to that poor girl!” Helen said.
“OK, that was too many chilli peppers,” Jake said.
“I think I better eat at home,” Tiffany said.
After the disastrous dinner, Jane went home, agreeing to meet Daria at the Zon later in the night. Daria went to her room to write.
Daria arrived at the Zon, at 9:00 and went inside. She met Jane almost immediately. “Finally, the Spiral is about to start,” she said.
“Sorry, I was on a roll.”
“Good story?” Jane asked.
“Melody in the Amazon,” Daria said.
“Sounds Cool,” Jane said.
“They’re up,” Daria said as she saw Trent and his band go up on stage.
“Hey, We’re Mystik Spiral, but we might change our name. And this is Freakin’ Friends,” Trent said.
“When the aliens come, when the death rays hum, when the bummers bum, we'll still be freakin' friends!...”
After the first set, Daria and Jane met Trent. “Hey, Janie, Hey, Daria,” Trent said.
“That new song was good,” Jane said.
“Really?” Trent asked.
“Good, as in as good as the song that started the set,” Daria asked.
Trent, laughed, then coughed.
“Cool,” Jesse Moreno said.
“So, coming to Cluster Burger afterwards?” Trent asked.
“Sure,” Jane said.
“Sure,” Daria said.
“Cool,” Trent said.
It was fortunate that Cranberry Commons had less stores that Daria was interested in. She only grabbed three application forms from a second hand bookstore and a newsagency. As they were leaving that Mall they ran into another person they knew. “Hi, Daria, Jane,” Michael ‘Mack’ MacKenzie said.
“Hi, Mack,” Jane said.
“Hi,” Daria said.
“How are things going?” Mack asked.
“Alright,” Jane said.
“Looking for summer jobs,” Daria said.
“The usual, huh?” Mack asked.
“Yeah,” Daria said.
They talked for a few minutes before parting ways.
Daria and Jane approached the Morgendorffer’s house at 6:20. They had been unable to get to all of the neighbourhood shops, but Daria considered the day a success nevertheless.
Daria opened the door to find the former Fashion Club in the living room.
“...Gee, Quinn, why don’t you just kick me out of here,” Sandi said.
“Sandi! Just because we disagree about all of our summer plans doesn’t mean we are no longer friends!” Quinn said.
Sandi crossed her arms and glared. “I guess so,” she said.
Stacy saw Daria and Jane enter and ran over to them before they could head up the stairs. “Thank goodness you’re here. They have been rather hostile all afternoon!” she said.
“Excuse me?” Jane asked.
“Sandi has been more bossy than usual since we broke up the Fashion Club,” Stacy said.
‘More of the usual,’ Daria thought.
“No real news there,” Jane said.
“Unfortunately, yes,” Stacy said, whilst Quinn and Sandi continued to argue in the background and Tiffany walked up to the trio.
“You have to dooo somethiiing about it,” Tiffany said.
“Stacy, Tiffany, the problem between Quinn and Sandi is theirs to resolve. It won’t help matters if Jane or I interfere,” Daria said. ‘And I don’t want to be involved in any fight between them,’ she thought.
“It doesn’t help that they don’t have anything in common rather than their interest in fashion,” Stacy said.
Tiffany nodded.
“Right,” Daria said. ‘They aren’t compatible at all. No wonder they are fighting,’ she thought.
“No wonder they’re frenemies,” Jane murmered.
“Frenemies?” Tiffany wondered.
“Frenemy; an enemy disguised as a friend, or otherwise a friend whose words or actions bring you down,” Stacy said. She covered her mouth with her hands briefly. “I don’t know how I knew that, but it describes my relationship with Sandi to a t!”
“Definitely,” Daria said. She looked over into the living room. Sandi was sitting on one of the lounge segments looking at the television. Quinn appeared to have gone into the kitchen. “Let’s continue this discussion upstairs,” she said.
“Ok,” Stacy said.
“Okaay.”
“Are you sure about this?” Jane discreetly asked Daria as they reached the top of the stairs.
“Yes.”
“Just making sure.”
Daria opened her bedroom door.
“Come in,” she said.
Jane entered the room first, followed by Tiffany. “Unusual roo-oom.”
“Padded walls?” Stacy asked as she entered the room.
“The family who owned the house before the Morgendorffers had a psychotic relative,” Jane said.
“Um, Ok,” Stacy said.
Daria went to her desk and sat on the chair. She faced the others. “Please, take a seat on the bed.”
Jane sat on the floor between the bed and the television. Tiffany just sat on the bed, whilst Stacy looked around nervously before sitting on the bed.
“So, can you tell us how the situation started today?” Daria asked.
“Sure,” Stacy said.
Daria motioned for her to continue.
“We all met at Sandi’s house this morning, and Quinn said that she needed to look for work for the summer. That was what their first argument was about,” Stacy began.
“I see,” Daria said.
“That was just the start of their disagreements. There was a big argument when we ran into her friend, Lindy, at Cranberry Commons,” Stacy paused for breath. “But I’m getting ahead of myself.”
“Take your time,” Daria said.
“First, Quinn talked to Sam...”
Five to ten minutes later, Stacy’s monologue was interrupted by Quinn entering the room. “Yes, Sandi has stormed out,” she said.
“Oh no!” Stacy said.
“I guess I saw that coming,” Jane said.
“You’re not freaked out by Daria’s room?” Quinn asked.
“I was at first,” Tiffany said.
“I’m still a little freaked out by it,” Stacy said.
“It is quite weird,” Quinn said.
“So about Sand-di?” Tiffany asked.
“She doesn’t want me to work this summer. She said that the summer before senior year should be spent having fun. I told her that I was being pushed into it. Then she suggested that I should hire David again,” Quinn said.
“That isn’t that bad,” Daria said. ‘Of course, she may have said a lot of other stuff, or implied it,’ she thought.
“Admittedly, no, but it was the way she said it. Also my STAT scores were a great improvement on the PSTAT, I don’t need tutoring this summer. I’m confident I will get into Pepper Hill,” Quinn said.
“But what will happen tomorrow?” Stacy asked.
“I have no idea, We’ll meet here and see what happens,” Quinn said.
“OK,” Stacy said.
‘Same too, sis,’ Daria thought. They sat there for a while, thinking.
Five minutes later, Jake Morgendorffer came into the room. “Hey kids, dinner for eight is ready,” he said.
“For eight?” Daria said, in surprise.
“Yeah, Kiddo, for you and Jane-o, and Quinn and her friends, as well as Mom and I. Someone seems to be missing...”
“Actually, Mr. Morgendorffer...” Stacy began.
But Jake interrupted. “I get it, she’s in the bathroom, or something. Anyhow, The Dining Room is ready.” He then left.
“I didn’t know that you were having a large dinner here tonight?” Jane asked.
“Spur of the moment,” Daria said.
“Yeah,” Jane said as she went out the door.
“I hope that there aren’t too many calories in the dinner,” Stacy said.
“Calories are the least of the worries,” Quinn said as she passed Daria.
“O-oh?”
“He cooks a lot of weird stuff,” Quinn said.
“Okay,” Stacy said.
“Wie-erd?”
“You’ll see,” Quinn said.
Daria followed them out.
While dinner was going on Helen arrived home. “Jake, what have you made this time?” she asked as she came into the Dining Room, where everyone was starting to eat.
“Chicken soup with some bolognaise on the side!”
“That’s not that bad, I guess, but what did you put in it?”
“A small amount of pepper and chilli peppers,” Jake said.
Daria looked at her bolognaise, she could see more than a small amount of chopped chilli peppers.
“Jake!”
“Ow! My tongue! Ow, OW. OWCH!” Stacy cried out.
“Da-ad!” Quinn said, as she gave Stacy a glass of milk.
However, Daria could see that the milk wasn’t enough. Stacy was still distressed and ran out of the dining room into the kitchen.
Quinn glared at her father before following Stacy out of the room.
“Now, look at what you did to that poor girl!” Helen said.
“OK, that was too many chilli peppers,” Jake said.
“I think I better eat at home,” Tiffany said.
After the disastrous dinner, Jane went home, agreeing to meet Daria at the Zon later in the night. Daria went to her room to write.
Daria arrived at the Zon, at 9:00 and went inside. She met Jane almost immediately. “Finally, the Spiral is about to start,” she said.
“Sorry, I was on a roll.”
“Good story?” Jane asked.
“Melody in the Amazon,” Daria said.
“Sounds Cool,” Jane said.
“They’re up,” Daria said as she saw Trent and his band go up on stage.
“Hey, We’re Mystik Spiral, but we might change our name. And this is Freakin’ Friends,” Trent said.
“When the aliens come, when the death rays hum, when the bummers bum, we'll still be freakin' friends!...”
After the first set, Daria and Jane met Trent. “Hey, Janie, Hey, Daria,” Trent said.
“That new song was good,” Jane said.
“Really?” Trent asked.
“Good, as in as good as the song that started the set,” Daria asked.
Trent, laughed, then coughed.
“Cool,” Jesse Moreno said.
“So, coming to Cluster Burger afterwards?” Trent asked.
“Sure,” Jane said.
“Sure,” Daria said.
“Cool,” Trent said.
