𝐌𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐀

❝.𝟎𝟏𝟏❞

「 ✦ Alex Dunphy ✦ 」

"WHAT'S THE MOST IRRITATING THING MY PARENTS SAY TO ME?" asked Alex looking at the camera, before starting to think about the question.

「 ✦ Manny Delgado ✦ 」

" 'That's too much cologne' " said Manny with a thoughtful expression.

「 ✦ Haley Dunphy ✦ 」

" 'That's how girls end up dead' " The girl leaned to the camera.

「 ✦ Luke Dunphy ✦ 」

" Don't talk black to me' " Luke moved his head in a sassy way, a confused expression on his face.

「 ✦ Daria Bonetti✦ 」

" 'Not everything is collectable' " Daria nodded, in the background her disk collection was shining, hit by the sunlight.

「 ✦ Manny Delgado ✦ 」

" 'It's inappropriate because she's your teacher.' " Manny shrugged raising his eyebrows.

「 ✦ Luke Dunphy ✦ 」

"How do you even talk black?" Luke asked the cameramen. "End words with 'izzle'?"

"It's 'talk back' you idiot" yelled Alex out of frame.

"Ooooh"

「 ✦ Daria Bonetti✦ 」

"I mean, not everything everything," She shrugged, "but if there are different versions of the same thing, it means it's destined to be collected." The girl said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

「 ✦ Alex Dunphy ✦ 」

" 'Act more like an adult' " Alex said to the camera. "What does 'act more like an adult' even mean?" she asked again.

「 ✦ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✦ 」

Daria was walking to her mother's house to get the keys to her house. "Ay mami! Hey Jay. Hi Nuel! Where to?" she smiled at them before her mother threw her keys at her.

"I'm sorry Daria, we got somewhere to go to." Jay waved her off as he turned to close their door. Daria frowned but before she could retort, a car pulled up in front of the house, a speedboat hooked on the back. The girl looked between Jay and the speedboat, not believing it was his doing, and her theory was proved right when her least favorite person got out of the car.

"Well, that's my cue to leave." Daria turned to her mother as her brother ran to his father. "If he asks about me, I'm in Switzerland" the girl turned and ran to her house.

「 ✦ Daria Bonetti✦ 」

"I despise the guy," Daria shrugged "and for good reason too, you know. I would rather willingly jump off a cliff, than be seen by him, talking to him, or even make eye contact with him." the girl counted on her fingers. "When I was living with him and my mother, I habitually ran away, like I planned my escape every day, for ten years, give or take." she was lost in thought, before looking back at the camera, nodding. "It was that bad."

「 ✦ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✦ 」

Later that day, Daria was sitting in her living room, her friends surrounding her, all of them watching 'Fight Club', Daria's favorite movie. Snacks were laying all over the floor, the lights dimmed, drinks on the table or the ground as the group was invested in the movie. When the door suddenly opened, Michele was met with a group of teenagers invading his living room.