Brittany - Party Time - Part 1

 Brittany – Party Time Part 1

“I don’t know why you had to drop me,” Brian complained as Brittany turned the corner to his school.

 

“Because Ashley-Amber has to go to an audition in Oakwood, and Dad to an auction in Middleton,” Brittany explained.

 

“I could have got the bus!”

 

“Do you even know where your bus pass is?” Brittany asked.

 

“Um…”

 

“I knew you lost it!”

 

“I could’ve found it,” Brian objected.

 

We’re here!” she said as she pulled up in the drop off zone. “Try to behave yourself!”

 

Brian stuck out his tongue as he got out of the car. Brittany sighed as she drove off.

 

 

Brittany and Daria were in art class. “I’ll be having a party Saturday night,” Brittany said.

 

“Parties aren’t really my thing,” Daria said. “I’ve been fine with making friends with you, Donna and Andrea.”

 

“You don’t have to hang out with everyone. Besides, it would provide another chance to embarrass Quinn.”

 

“That’s certainly a plus.”

 

The teacher, Claire Defoe came over to look at their work. “I see you’ve improved, Brittany.”

 

“Thanks,” Brittany said. She may have got perspective right, but it seemed she lacked the patience to get the other aspects of drawing right. The landscape didn’t seem right.

 

“The chiaroscuro has improved, but it still needs work,” Defoe added. She moved to Daria. “Yours is about the same.”

 

“The glasses don’t help with the depth of field vision,” Daria admitted. “I’m more of a writer than an artist.”

 

“Both of you are still good. A little basic, perhaps, but good.”

 

“Thanks,” Daria said, feeling encouraged. “Still, I would leave it to others to do the illustrations.”

 

“Not everyone is suited for that,” Defoe said.

 

 

“So, about the party,” Brittany asked again, once Defoe had moved on.

 

“You’re inviting Andrea too?”

 

Brittany smirked. “She comes to all my parties, and I go to hers, when she holds them. I also need someone to help set up. Kevin is useless in that regard.”

 

Daria sighed. “I’ll come.”

 

 

After school, Donna and Brittany arrived at the Morgendorffer’s house. Brittany rang the doorbell. “Daria has mentioned she’s a writer,” Donna said. “But she hasn’t really said anything about what she writes about.”

 

“She’ll share if she wants to share,” Brittany said.

 

The door was then opened by a middle-aged man. “Quinn! Your friends are here!” he called out.

 

“Actually, we’re Daria’s friends,” Brittany corrected.

 

“Really?” he asked.

 

“Yes,” Donna said.

 

“Daria! Your friends are here,” Mr. Morgendorffer called out. “She’ll be right down,” he added as he held the door open.

 

 

“Daria’s friends?” Quinn said as she came down the stairs. “How did Daria become friends with cheerleaders?”

 

“I suppose she didn’t tell you,” Brittany said. Something about Quinn’s tone had gotten on her nerves.

 

“She doesn’t tell me anything! I’m certainly not her beeper!”

 

“What?” Donna asked, confused.

 

“They are my friends, Quinn,” Daria said from the top of the stairs in a tone that brooked no argument.

 

Nervous, their father went back to watching the TV on one of the nearby lounges. “OK,” he said.

 

Daria and Quinn passed each other on the stairs as the latter went back up, giving her sister a thoughtful look.

 

“Let’s go to the kitchen,” Daria said.

 

“Good idea,” Brittany said.

 

 

Quinn wasn’t sure what to make of what just happened. Daria was up to something. She was sure of it. ‘Maybe those cheerleaders aren’t the usual cheerleaders,’ she thought. Maybe it was something she could ask Sandi about.

 

 

Brittany and Donna sat at the kitchen table while Daria looked in the fridge. “Carrot sticks and soda?” she asked.

 

“Is that Quinn’s snacks?” Brittany asked.

 

“Yes,” Daria answered.

 

“I’ll have some of them, but I’ll have what you’re having?” Brittany responded.

 

“Sure,” Daria said as she got out the cola as well as the soda. She smirked as she took out a third of the remaining carrot sticks.

 

“The same,” Donna added.

 

 

“Do you usually plan your parties?” Daria asked.

 

“I didn’t use to, but I found that they got out of control,” Brittany answered. “Hopefully that won’t happen this time.”

 

“Maybe not inviting the freshmen would be a good idea,” Donna said.

 

“Oh no! I am inviting the freshmen. It’s the upperclassmen who won’t get invited. It’ll just be sophomores and freshmen,” Brittany said.

 

“Sure,” Donna said.

 

“That is still a large number of people. Lawndale High seems fairly large,” Daria added.

 

“About 700 students and 80 staff,” Donna said.

 

“It would be less than 100 at the party,” Brittany added.

 

“That’s still a lot of people,” Daria said nervously.

 

“Don’t worry. Andrea will be helping too.”

 

 

Jake Morgendorffer heard the door bell ring again. “Who could that be?” Maybe it was one of Quinn’s friends. His clients wouldn’t come to the house, would they? Suppressing a shudder, he went to the door and found a girl dressed in dark clothes. “Um, you’re not here for Quinn? Right?”

 

“No, I’m here to see Daria,” the girl said in an annoyed tone.

 

“Oh! She’s in the kitchen with her two other friends,” Jake said in a welcoming tone.

 

“Thanks,” the girl said.

 

“You’re welcome, um…”

 

“Andrea.”