Daria Porn Story: Finding Your Feelings – Chapter 4

Finding Your Feelings

Trent sat on the living
room couch, trying to look Janey in the eye, but he found his
mission well, to be clich, impossible. She was looking
anywhere, everywhere, in the room BUT at her brother.

You think shes
gay?

Jane jumped, a guilty
look on her face. I didnt say that. And then, realizing how
that sounded, I mean, not that it would be completely wrong if she
was, but the problem is Trent, I think she likes me!

Trent sighed. And
what exactly did she say to make you think that? he was trying his
best to reason her out of this conclusion, but with the evidence she
claimed to have, it sounded all too true.

I asked her if there
was a new man in her life, and she said something about there being
someone there that she hadnt considered in that way before,
and now shes considering them. Jane was doing her best to quote
verbatim. She too wanted her reasoning to be faulty.

But neither of them
could find a hole in Janes conclusion.

So, after a few awkward
hours of deliberating, Jane decided to go for a run. I need to get
this out of my system, somehow. She tried to explain, but Trent
just nodded: she didnt need a reason for running, anymore than he
needed a reason for playing his guitar.

Which was, in fact,
what he planned to do as soon as she left. But he was interrupted.

Hello? he
answered the phone apathetically, knowing that there were only a few
people to which hed want to talk, and few of them had phones.

Um hey, Trent.
Daria.

Well damn. He HAD to
talk to her. He owed it to Janey to try to cut down any awkward
attempts on her behalf to enthrall his sister. It was only right.

Look, Daria, Janey
isnt here right now, but I think we need to talk.

Um okay. Daria
wished she could be more eloquent.

I talked to Janey

You did? ((Oh,
shit. Shes already figured it out. Shes already told him. I can
never show my face over there again.))

Yeah. And I think we
need to clarify some things. Trents vocabulary was failing
him. He wanted to break to Daria gently that Jane well, Jane just
wasnt interested.

Oh? Clarify?
((This is the inevitable turn-down, Daria. Brace yourself.))

Well, yeah. Jane
thinks well, and I think too, that youre just confused. You
need some time to think things out, you know. Get things put
straight. Trent slapped himself mentally for the connotations the
last statement might have. What I mean is some, well, avenues
you may be thinking of pursuing well, they just arent
open to you right now. There are people around you who care about
you, but arent prepared to, you know get involved. Thats
all. And me and Jane think that some people make better friends.
Thats all. I mean, nothing really. But something to think
about.

Daria was afraid to
speak, for fear that the tears streaming down her face would be
apparent in her words. Oh, God yes, he new, and hed shut her down
in what was, perhaps, the nicest possible way. But it still stung. It
felt like hed pulled out her heart, just to wave it in front of
her face and show her how faulty it was. She didnt want this, she
didnt need this. How could she ever talk to him again? How could
she ever talk to Jane again? She didnt know.

Daria? his voice
sounded concerned, and that, she felt, mocked her pain. She silently
swallowed her tears for a reply.

Yeah. I heard you.
Her voice was a bit more steely than originally intended, but she
found that a little spite made her feel all the better. I heard
you quite clearly. Dont bother having Jane call back. I wont be
home later. Ill see her on Monday.

She slammed down the
phone. Maybe. She whispered through gritted teeth.

Trent sighed.
Somewhere, he knew, wires had gotten crossed. That had not gone as
well as he planned.