by Erin Griffin
Rating: PG, borderline PG-13 because Jane likes the word 'ass'.
Summary: If Jane was a rich girl...
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I don't even own Gwen Stefani's CD. This is just further proof that I have no night life.
Author's Note: Don't ask... Please, just don't ask and enjoy the fic.
Jane: *singing* If I was a rich girl, la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la-!
Daria: Jane! You're not rich, and sometimes I don't even think you're a girl, so stop singing.
Jane: Harsh. (Pause) So, if you don't think I'm a girl... you wanna go on a date sometime?
Daria: I said 'SOMETIMES I don't think you're a girl'. The rest of the time, I'm very aware that you're female.
Jane: *eyebrow raise* Are ya' now? So you been checkin' me out or something?
Jane: Come on, Daria, if you've been checkin' out my ass, I've got to know. If I've been checking out your ass I'd let you know if you asked me.
Daria: Um... HAVE you been checking out my ass, Jane?
Jane: Hell yes, I've been checking out your ass. You've got a mighty fine ass if I do say so myself.
Daria: You're kidding.
Jane: You wish I was.
Daria: Well... *blush* Uh, so- *cough* even if you weren't a girl, there's still the fact that you're not rich. What kind of date could we go on if you're broke?
Jane: I may not be Bill freakin' Gates, but I think I can scrounge up some cash for a pizza. Either that or ask Trent like I usually do. I already owe him like a thousand bucks, what's twenty more?
Jane: You know, the fact that you haven't flat out said no has me intrigued.
Daria: I don't know, it's not everyday my female best friend asks me out on a date in the middle of a sugar high. I thought you were joking.
Jane: Who says I'm in the middle of a sugar high? I haven't eaten anything with sugar in it all day. Anyway, at first I was joking, but you've been really quiet about my 'checking me out' question.
Daria: Once or twice, alright?
Jane: I knew it. (Long pause) So?
Daria: So what?
Jane: So do I get that date or what?
Daria: You're serious?
Jane: As Mr. O'Neil's sensitivity training.
Jane: YES, I'm serious.
Daria: *blush* Uh, okay. One date couldn't hurt.
Daria: ... Yeah.
Jane: (Long pause) So, since you've been oggling my bod, which side is better, my left or my right?
Daria: Shut up, Jane, and you don't care.
Jane: Come on, Daria-
Daria: Your left, okay?! Can we change the subject now?!