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SpiderGirl wasn’t sure why Brittany wanted to talk to her. “What’s up?” she asked.
“Um, What is it like being a hero, fighting crime?” Brittany asked, whilst twirling a pigtail.
“Difficult. But the thanks I get from the people rescued from muggers make it more than worth it.”
“What made you start?”
“Someone died,” SpiderGirl answered, trying not to give anything away.
But it seemed that Brittany made some connections. “Like that carjacking, when one of my friends’ father died two weeks ago.”
“Yes,” SpiderGirl said carefully. “That was the last straw. That was when I knew Lawndale is declining into a crime filled…” she paused, seeing that Brittany got what she was saying.
Brittany nodded. “But you have powers, right?”
“Yes, but why are you asking all this?” SpiderGirl asked.
“Like, after that death, I’ve been thinking about what’s been happening. And maybe I could help in some way.”
“I work alone,” SpiderGirl answered. She then saw the dejected look on Brittany’s face. “For now.”
“Oh,” Brittany said.
“I’ll think about it,” SpiderGirl said.
Brittany smiled. “Cool.”
“Are you heading home now?” SpiderGirl asked.
“Yes, in Crewe Neck,” Brittany answered.
“I can get you to the gatehouse. I need to get somewhere, as I left a friend in a tight spot with another friend to investigate what you were up to.”
“Sure.”
SpiderGirl came to the ground and stood up. “You can hold onto me, but it may be more difficult for me to swing if it’s the other way around.”
“The former,” Brittany said as she threw her arms around the superhero girl.
“Not too tight,” SpiderGirl said.
“Sorry.”
“Let’s go.”
What followed wasn’t scary for Brittany, rather exhilarating, as they headed in a southeasterly direction from Howard Drive towards Crewe Neck over rooftops and through trees.
While Brittany was talking to SpiderGirl, Daria and Jane were having their own conversation.
“Is that song getting happier or am I just getting more miserable?” Jane asked Daria regarding Trent’s music.
“It's verging on bouncy, all right. But please, continue with your delightful presentation.”
“You've got these government types at school telling us to watch out for weird behavior. Then the alien nut on TV says the same thing. Meanwhile, your mother is weird, your sister is weird, and all the kids at school look at us funny.”
“That's not new,” Daria said before Jane could say more.
“Yeah, but now there's respect. And that song? Maybe it's the alien signal and Trent's beckoning to the U.F.O.”
“Ah, but the U.F.O. went away.”
“Well, maybe aliens don't like sucky music and he's actually trying to save humanity,” Jane explained.
“When do we get to the crop circles?” Daria asked, before Trent’s music stopped.
“Uh-oh. The music stopped,” Jane said and hid her drawing under the bed.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Trent asked as he entered.
“Nothing,” Daria answered.
“Nada,” Jane added.
“Not a thing,” Daria said.
There was an awkward pause.
“That's some song you're working on. It's different,” Daria added.
“Nothing different about it. Nothing at all,” Trent denied “I gotta go and, uh, practice my same music that uh... isn't any different from the other stuff I play.” He then left.
“What was that?” Daria asked.
“You're starting to get weirded out, aren't you?” Jane asked.
“No, absolutely not.” She jumped a little as the doorbell rang.
Jane opened the door.
“Pizza!” the guy there said.
Artie Walker was a little worried. He was sure that he saw SpiderGirl carrying a cheerleader when he had dropped the last Pizza. He was certain that she was one of Them. At least the Lanes were good customers. “Could you hurry up? I got other pizzas to deliver, and if I don't get them there on time, they're free. I really gotta go.”
“On your way over here, you didn't see any, um, lights in the sky or anything?” the bespectacled friend asked.
“Just ‘SpiderGirl’ and she was carrying a cheerleader away!”
“You think she’s an alien?” Jane asked.
“Don’t you? No human can do what she does!”
Meanwhile, back at the Morgendorffers, Helen brought desert up to Quinn’s room. Except she didn’t see Quinn there, just Stacy looking at something on Quinn’s laptop and Tiffany looking through a magazine. “Where’s Quinn?” she asked.
“Um, in the bathroom!” Stacy said.
“That’s OK,” Helen said, noting her daughter’s friend’s usual slight panic. “I’ll leave her desert with you.”
“Sure.”
“I know Sandi left. Are they OK?”
“I don’t think so,” Stacy answered. “It’s like they’re drifting apart.”
“I see.”
Helen then went back downstairs, thinking about what Stacy had said.
SpiderGirl and Brittany arrived at the Crewe Neck gatehouse.
“Thanks for the trip. It was wonderful,” Brittany said.
“You’re welcome,” SpiderGirl said. “I’ll get back to you about what you asked.”
“Sure,” Brittany said.
SpiderGirl waited until Brittany had entered the gated estate, then started heading back to Glen Oaks Lane.
The Pizza guy was still talking, as they ate their pizza. “... and anyone who tells you aliens are taking over their body is nuts. All they want is our skin 'cause your skin remembers what it feels.”
“Hmm. Hey, you ever written any lyrics?” Trent wondered.
The guy’s pager then beeped. “Fired again? Man, this happens all the time. Ever since my encounter with those darn aliens!”
“Oops,” Daria murmured.
SpiderGirl arrived back at the red brick house on Glen Oaks Lane and quickly changed back to being the usual Quinn.
“I’m back,” she said to Stacy as she entered her room.
Stacy handed her the desert. “Your mom brought this up for us. I’ve already had mine,” she said.
“Thanks,” Quinn said.
“So, what was Daria doing?” Stacy asked.
“She just went to her friend’s place.”
“OK.”
“I might have run into someone else from school, though,” Quinn said.
“Who?”
“Someone who asked me something about Daddy,” Quinn answered quietly. “I don’t need to tell you who they were.”
“Oh.”
Stacy was quiet for a while, before they started talking about other things.
Daria soon returned home. “Are you OK?” Helen asked when she came in.
“I’m fine. I mean, I miss Dad, but that’s not why I had gone out.”
Helen nodded. “Still, I am worried for both of you.”
“I think it’s Quinn you need to look out for more,” Daria said as she headed up the stairs.
“I know.”
Shortly after Daria got back, Stacy saw her mother pull up outside. “I’ll be going,” she said. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Wait, Stacy,” Quinn said.
“Yes?” Stacy asked.
“You’re interested in Superheroes right?”
“What brought this on?” Stacy asked. “Is it SpiderGirl?”
“In a way,” Quinn answered enigmatically. “I have seen some of your books.”
“Oh right,” Stacy remembered. “When I was younger, I collected comics and bought books. But that changed after I met Sandi in middle school.” She looked outside again and saw that her mother was coming up to the front door. “But that can wait.”
“Of course,” Quinn said.
“Wait, Stacy,” Tiffany said.
“What now?” Stacy asked, slightly annoyed.
“Could you take me home?” Tiffany asked.
“Sure!” Stacy said.
SpiderGirl wasn’t sure why Brittany wanted to talk to her. “What’s up?” she asked.
“Um, What is it like being a hero, fighting crime?” Brittany asked, whilst twirling a pigtail.
“Difficult. But the thanks I get from the people rescued from muggers make it more than worth it.”
“What made you start?”
“Someone died,” SpiderGirl answered, trying not to give anything away.
But it seemed that Brittany made some connections. “Like that carjacking, when one of my friends’ father died two weeks ago.”
“Yes,” SpiderGirl said carefully. “That was the last straw. That was when I knew Lawndale is declining into a crime filled…” she paused, seeing that Brittany got what she was saying.
Brittany nodded. “But you have powers, right?”
“Yes, but why are you asking all this?” SpiderGirl asked.
“Like, after that death, I’ve been thinking about what’s been happening. And maybe I could help in some way.”
“I work alone,” SpiderGirl answered. She then saw the dejected look on Brittany’s face. “For now.”
“Oh,” Brittany said.
“I’ll think about it,” SpiderGirl said.
Brittany smiled. “Cool.”
“Are you heading home now?” SpiderGirl asked.
“Yes, in Crewe Neck,” Brittany answered.
“I can get you to the gatehouse. I need to get somewhere, as I left a friend in a tight spot with another friend to investigate what you were up to.”
“Sure.”
SpiderGirl came to the ground and stood up. “You can hold onto me, but it may be more difficult for me to swing if it’s the other way around.”
“The former,” Brittany said as she threw her arms around the superhero girl.
“Not too tight,” SpiderGirl said.
“Sorry.”
“Let’s go.”
What followed wasn’t scary for Brittany, rather exhilarating, as they headed in a southeasterly direction from Howard Drive towards Crewe Neck over rooftops and through trees.
While Brittany was talking to SpiderGirl, Daria and Jane were having their own conversation.
“Is that song getting happier or am I just getting more miserable?” Jane asked Daria regarding Trent’s music.
“It's verging on bouncy, all right. But please, continue with your delightful presentation.”
“You've got these government types at school telling us to watch out for weird behavior. Then the alien nut on TV says the same thing. Meanwhile, your mother is weird, your sister is weird, and all the kids at school look at us funny.”
“That's not new,” Daria said before Jane could say more.
“Yeah, but now there's respect. And that song? Maybe it's the alien signal and Trent's beckoning to the U.F.O.”
“Ah, but the U.F.O. went away.”
“Well, maybe aliens don't like sucky music and he's actually trying to save humanity,” Jane explained.
“When do we get to the crop circles?” Daria asked, before Trent’s music stopped.
“Uh-oh. The music stopped,” Jane said and hid her drawing under the bed.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Trent asked as he entered.
“Nothing,” Daria answered.
“Nada,” Jane added.
“Not a thing,” Daria said.
There was an awkward pause.
“That's some song you're working on. It's different,” Daria added.
“Nothing different about it. Nothing at all,” Trent denied “I gotta go and, uh, practice my same music that uh... isn't any different from the other stuff I play.” He then left.
“What was that?” Daria asked.
“You're starting to get weirded out, aren't you?” Jane asked.
“No, absolutely not.” She jumped a little as the doorbell rang.
Jane opened the door.
“Pizza!” the guy there said.
Artie Walker was a little worried. He was sure that he saw SpiderGirl carrying a cheerleader when he had dropped the last Pizza. He was certain that she was one of Them. At least the Lanes were good customers. “Could you hurry up? I got other pizzas to deliver, and if I don't get them there on time, they're free. I really gotta go.”
“On your way over here, you didn't see any, um, lights in the sky or anything?” the bespectacled friend asked.
“Just ‘SpiderGirl’ and she was carrying a cheerleader away!”
“You think she’s an alien?” Jane asked.
“Don’t you? No human can do what she does!”
Meanwhile, back at the Morgendorffers, Helen brought desert up to Quinn’s room. Except she didn’t see Quinn there, just Stacy looking at something on Quinn’s laptop and Tiffany looking through a magazine. “Where’s Quinn?” she asked.
“Um, in the bathroom!” Stacy said.
“That’s OK,” Helen said, noting her daughter’s friend’s usual slight panic. “I’ll leave her desert with you.”
“Sure.”
“I know Sandi left. Are they OK?”
“I don’t think so,” Stacy answered. “It’s like they’re drifting apart.”
“I see.”
Helen then went back downstairs, thinking about what Stacy had said.
SpiderGirl and Brittany arrived at the Crewe Neck gatehouse.
“Thanks for the trip. It was wonderful,” Brittany said.
“You’re welcome,” SpiderGirl said. “I’ll get back to you about what you asked.”
“Sure,” Brittany said.
SpiderGirl waited until Brittany had entered the gated estate, then started heading back to Glen Oaks Lane.
The Pizza guy was still talking, as they ate their pizza. “... and anyone who tells you aliens are taking over their body is nuts. All they want is our skin 'cause your skin remembers what it feels.”
“Hmm. Hey, you ever written any lyrics?” Trent wondered.
The guy’s pager then beeped. “Fired again? Man, this happens all the time. Ever since my encounter with those darn aliens!”
“Oops,” Daria murmured.
SpiderGirl arrived back at the red brick house on Glen Oaks Lane and quickly changed back to being the usual Quinn.
“I’m back,” she said to Stacy as she entered her room.
Stacy handed her the desert. “Your mom brought this up for us. I’ve already had mine,” she said.
“Thanks,” Quinn said.
“So, what was Daria doing?” Stacy asked.
“She just went to her friend’s place.”
“OK.”
“I might have run into someone else from school, though,” Quinn said.
“Who?”
“Someone who asked me something about Daddy,” Quinn answered quietly. “I don’t need to tell you who they were.”
“Oh.”
Stacy was quiet for a while, before they started talking about other things.
Daria soon returned home. “Are you OK?” Helen asked when she came in.
“I’m fine. I mean, I miss Dad, but that’s not why I had gone out.”
Helen nodded. “Still, I am worried for both of you.”
“I think it’s Quinn you need to look out for more,” Daria said as she headed up the stairs.
“I know.”
Shortly after Daria got back, Stacy saw her mother pull up outside. “I’ll be going,” she said. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Wait, Stacy,” Quinn said.
“Yes?” Stacy asked.
“You’re interested in Superheroes right?”
“What brought this on?” Stacy asked. “Is it SpiderGirl?”
“In a way,” Quinn answered enigmatically. “I have seen some of your books.”
“Oh right,” Stacy remembered. “When I was younger, I collected comics and bought books. But that changed after I met Sandi in middle school.” She looked outside again and saw that her mother was coming up to the front door. “But that can wait.”
“Of course,” Quinn said.
“Wait, Stacy,” Tiffany said.
“What now?” Stacy asked, slightly annoyed.
“Could you take me home?” Tiffany asked.
“Sure!” Stacy said.
