Daria Porn Story: Finding Your Feelings Chapter 1

The Last Time I Knew You

(This does conflict with the series version of the Daria/Tom breakup, but
Id always imagined it as a more peaceful understanding between them)

They were sitting in the pizza place they always sat in. Across from each
other, the way they always had. In fact, to an outsider, it would appear
that nothing was wrong.

Both of them desperately wished to be an outsider again.

Look, I… Tom started to say.

Tom, I… Daria spoke at the same time.

There was nervous laughter, mostly to break the silence.

Go ahead, Tom.

Its really nothing important… you go ahead.

Daria sighed. No. Really. I… she paused, and her harsh deadpan
softened, just a little, so most other people wouldnt even have noticed,
Id like to know whats on your mind.

I dont quite know what I was about to say. He admitted. I was just
trying to break the silence.

Yeah. I know.

You seem quieter than usual, lately. He observed, just a little too
casually.

I could say the same for you, Tom. Its not like either of us have been
terribly verbose lately. He looked up at her. She was staring raptly at
the pizza. Probably to avoid looking at him. No, not even probably:
definitely. He could see her watching him out of the corner of her eye,
like she always did when she got too nervous.

Do you think that might be a problem? he tried to keep his tone casual,
but she caught the implication. Her head snapped up, and he saw a hint of
surprise flicker over her eyes, but her overall expression was unchanged.

How do you mean?

I mean, dont you think we should be able to talk?

She looked back at the pizza. Well… we might be able to talk… if there
was something to talk about…

His eyes widened. That amounted to a mental slap on the face. At least as
he saw it. Is it me? he said quietly.

She sighed, but looked up at him, a bit… sentimentally? No… not
exactly. I think… I think we might just have run out of things to say to
each other. I think weve… well, grown out of each other.

Grown out of each other? His chest tightened. He didnt want to hear
what she was saying, he couldnt agree with what she was saying… Weve
only been going out for what, a few months?

No, he didnt want to hear it, but somehow, her words resonated with him.
He had lost sight of all the things theyd had in common, and her wonderful
differences seemed so much bigger. So much more devastatingly separating.
And hed kind of assumed she felt the same way. But admitting such an idea
was very different than just thinking it. Admitting it made it
irreversible.

I know. But Im not taking time into account. She smirked, a tiny bit,
trying to bring in some humor. Id always heard these things were based on
emotions, not logic, and it sounds to me like youre trying to logic me out
of this. There was a pause. Im assuming you do know where this is
going?

Tom paused. How to answer this? He could tell the truth, and let this die
right here, barely after it had begun. Or he could lie, and try to pull it
along until it gained its sparkling appeal back from whatever had taken it.
But what did he want? He had to admit to himself, his eye had been
wandering more than usual, but his thoughts rested more on himself, and
where he was going in life. And these thoughts had never included her.
Maybe he should just admit that they were never meant to include her. I
guess I do. He said quietly. I suppose youre right. But I want you to
know Im not saying that for the reasons you might think.

She raised an eyebrow at him, questioningly. I guess we just have grown
out of each other. Weve learned what we can from each other. But I want
you to know I still care about you. Youre a good friend, Daria, you always
have been. And youre really a great girl. But I guess… youre just not
meant to be my girl.

A faux-shocked look spread across her face. I was hoping perhaps I could
be my own girl.

He laughed, a richer laugh this time, perhaps because this time there was
nothing to hide. I guess you always will be your own girl. Thats one of
the things I sincerely hope will never change. He stood up, feeling
released, renewed. Well, I should leave you to your peace of pizza. She
smirked at his pun, and he felt gratified.

You dont have to go. She told him, more good-naturedly than was normal
for her, which, granted, wasnt much. Theres more peace now then there
was when you got here.

I know. He smiled. But I dont have to stay either. He walked out of
the pizza shop.

You werent half as bold, Daria, the last time I knew you. He whispered
to himself. I hope thats partially my fault. Maybe I did do you some
good. And his sleep that night was more tranquil and dreamless than any
night he remembered.

(I sorely apologize for having to repost this, but the last time it came
out all jumbled together. I didnt rewrite anything, but you may want to
reread it because its clearer this time.)