Three Hundred Reasons Why We'll Never Write for MTV

"Quinn! Phone!"

The telephone rang again. Daria didn't want to answer it. It couldn't be for her. And if it was, she didn't want to talk to the person on the other end of it.

Daria sighed as the phone went off again. Oh, to hell with it she thought as she reached out.

"Hello?"

"Daria? It's Tom."

Daria closed her eyes. I don't want to talk to you right now she thought.

"Tom, I don't want to talk to you. How many times do I have to tell you that."

"But..." Daria didn't here the rest as she had already hung up the phone. She rested for a minute.

"You know, he's never going to give up."

Daria turned her head. A naked Jane sat relaxing on the floor. Daria smiled.

"Doubt it. Ready for round two?"

"About time."

Daria slid off the bed...