A hopeful desire

Let's bet on it

'Daria, go away,' Quinn whines, as Daria stands at the door. 'Where the rest of the gang, trouble in paradise?' She smirked. 'No it's just me and Stacy, anyway MOOOMM DARIA WON'T GET OUT OF MY ROOMMM!' 'Daria, leave your sister alone,' Helen calls. Raising an eyebrow she walks downstairs.

'Oh hey Daria,' Trent says sleepily. 'Why up so early Trent, its only 6pm?' 'I was thirsty, Jane's in her room,' 'Thanks,' She replies, walking down their hallway.

'Hey Daria,' 'Hey, cool painting,' 'Thanks, it's for class, we have to paint something anti-drug for an assembly,' 'I'm sure they'll love it,' Daria shares a laugh with Jane, looking at the graphic painting, a man snorting coke, holding a sleazy thumbs up to the viewer.

'You know the fashion clubs has broken up,' Daria says, turning down the volume on Sick Sad World. 'Oh no, where will the students of Lawndale High go to be told if their skirt is from last season.' 'So, what actually happened to them? Did one wear the wrong lipgloss?' Jane jokes. 'Quinn and Stacy were alone, it's weird, kinda creepy.'

'I've got an idea,' a smile creeper onto Jane's lips, 'let's place a bet, if the fashion club breaks up in the next two weeks, I owe you $20,' 'you have faith in the fashion club? Easiest $20 ever.' 'Don't be so sure,' Jane tells her.

'By the way Jane, you're coming to the dance with me,' 'Didn't want to miss DJ Upchuck huh?' 'I've got to help with setting up, my Mom says it's for my College application,' 'Fine but you owe me pizza after,' 'done.'

Stacy stared around Quinn's room, trying her best not to look as Quinn got changed. The room felt to small and closed in an inch every second. A layer of glass was held over Stacy, separating her from everything she knew. At that moment she was enamoured, and conscious of everything about herself and Quinn.

'What do you think? I do like how to yellow matches my hair but it will be done up if I pick this dress because of the neckline, I'm not sure,' Quinn asked Stacy, a slight insecurity sounded from her voice. 'It looks cute, what colour is your date wearing?' She asked, trying her best not to choke on the words. 'Oh he'll be wearing a navy blue suit, I made him, the black one makes him look like a waiter,' she laughed. 'Yellow and blue are the school colours so that's cute,' Stacy sincerely told Quinn, 'oh yea eww, I'll get my next dress, we only have 2 more to go!'

'Stacy, who are you taking?' 'Oh um, Mikey,' 'Mikey J or Mikey K?' 'Mikey K,' 'he's cute,' 'yea,' she said with a slight sigh, knowing that the only person she wanted to go with is Quinn.

Her long legs flashed from under a short red dress, it's sequined bottom hanging just above her heart shaped ass. A small squeeze left Stacy's lips, scared to say a word, her flustered mouth stuttered out a congratulatory, 'wow, you look gr-good,' saving herself from sounding enamoured she hid her face by looking back. 'Thanks, I really like this but I don't know if I should wear it, sequins aren't in right now,' Quinn frets.

'OK, this is the last dress,' Quinn explains, walking out to Stacy. Doing a model spin she shows of her backless dress. Flipping her hair Stacy was shown her smooth back. 'Wow, it's like blue, that'll match your date,' Quinn walks to Stacy, sitting g besides her. Her short dress hike sup, relaxing her perfect thighs. Freckles all over her body look like the nights sky painted itself on her skin. Stacy forces her eyes to focus on the wall behind her, barely breathing. Too terrified to do anything Quinn asked, 'so, which one do you think I should wear?'