Kiss Me
The Fashion Club were gathered around Quinn's room, comparing blush shades blissfully.
"Now let's begin with the peach family, ladies. As we know, which this applies to all types of blushes, there are certain shades of blush, typically based on temperature. Such as warm and cool."
As Sandi explained, Quinn overhead muffled voices and began to let curiosity get the best of her.
Why'd Jane come over anyway? But I guess I understand why given how unfriendly Daria's been... more than usual.
Quinn thought.
"I think warm suits me!" Stacy chirped. "Wait, but what if cold suits me and the- then—"
"Stacy, as president of the Fashion Club, I believe I have enough experience with blush concordance with such matters, I'll decide."
"Coral..." Tiffany drawled.
"Let's begin with coral. Thank you for your thoughtful suggestion, Tiffany."
Abruptly, Quinn cleared her throat, and stood up, hands clasped together.
"Yes, Quinn? Did you plan on saying something or were you just getting back pain from stuffing your bra?" Sandi raised an eyebrow.
Quinn pouted, but began to speak.
"I don't... Okay, guys, while you enter the peach family, I have to go... put on a, you know, since I'm on my, you know," Quinn gestured to her crotch, which gave her fellow Fashion Clubbers worried looks. "But don't worry! I'm sure you'll do just fine with the peach family, I mean you are president of the Fashion Club, Sandi!"
"All right then, Quinn, but if you were listening, you would know that we are already discussing coral not peach." Sandi replied.
"But Sandi! I was listening!" Quinn forced a smile and left.
"Why's she so worried? It's like, she thinks I need her approval to handle a civil Fashion Club meeting or something."
"Yeahhh... what'sss... withhh... herrr?"
"She might be having a bad day." Stacy suggested.
Quinn tiptoed to Daria's bedroom door that was left wide open, and began to eavesdrop. The redhead leaned against the wall as she watched and listened stealthily.
"Later," Jane went to give Daria a kiss, leaving her once again flustered. "Oh yeah, forgot to ask, am I okay?"
Quinn's eyes widened, practically freezing in place. She felt unsure about what she had just saw and maybe even a little happy, but she didn't smile.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God... I did not just see that." Quinn whispered.
"At what?" Daria blurted, before realizing. "Jane!"
"Well? It's a valid question."
"Yes."
"Good." Jane was just about to spin on her heel when she heard a squeal. "You don't happen to keep any tiny rodents in here, do you?"
"Daria kisses girls...?"
"Only when I need company." Daria deadpanned.
"Mmm." Jane heard a footstep. "They grow large, almost human-like feet too?"
Quinn took a closer look, her face visible. "Gotcha!" Jane whipped her head around and pointed.
"Quinn!" Daria frowned.
"Eep!" Quinn stopped hiding and drooped her head. "Alright, you found me."
"You're still as terrible at hide-and-seek as I remember."
"You know, Daria, girls kissing girls is like, so cute 'cause if they're not wearing the same lipstick it's like getting a free sample! And if they are wearing the same lipstick as you — which would be like, a four clover — that'll really help decide if you only got the lipstick to match your shoes or just because some lady at Cashman's suggested it. And also it's an excuse to go shopping afterwards!" Quinn rambled happily.
"Let me stop you there, partner." Jane said, hands on her hips.
Quinn blinked.
"Okay, thanks Quinn, but I think my red lipstick here'll do me just fine." Jane exited as quickly as possible.
"What's her problem?" Quinn and Daria watched Jane leave.
"What's your problem?"
What do you mea—"
"You eavesdrop on my conversation with Jane and proceed to barge in and humiliate her and myself. What do you think? Oh right, you don't."
Quinn frowned and crossed her arms.
"Look, Daria, you left your door open and I didn't humiliate her or you. I simply gave advice."
"Advice that no one asked for."
"I-I— Ooh! You don't understand!" Quinn stormed out angrily.
"Yeah, you don't."
Quinn returned, a bit panicky.
"Have you ever kissed a girl?" Quinn asked no one in particular. "Like, with chapstick?"
"Quinn, not to pry, but is there something you need to tell us?" Sandi asked skeptically.
"Um, Sandi, I think Quinn has a point. Maybe with Q—" Sandi gave Stacy a look as she spoke, causing her to close her lips immediately. "Sorry, Sandi."
"Quinn, with your magnetic pull on anybody, regardless of gender, maybe you should be president of the Fashion Club since what it sounds like you're trying to say is that I don't have your charisma, if not more." Sandi rose her voice.
"Sandi, don't be so ridiculous! I don't have a magnetic pull, if anything, you do! Look at yourself! With your beautiful brown hair and perfect features. Definitely magnetic. Also, if you could, just maybe give Stacy a chance to explain herself."
"Fine." Sandi looked at Stacy, who's cheeks were a bit pink, no, not from the blush, who was biting her nails. "Stacy!"
"I mean I've never kissed a girl and I thought it might be interesting to know what a girl's lips feel like. I'm not trying to say I like girls, I mean I don't hate you guys, I-I'm just saying-- oh God! I just called you all guys! I'm sorry! I meant--" Sandi gave her that look again. "Uh, what I'm trying to say is that I thought maybe Quinn would know more about this."
"Oh really? So are you saying that me and Tiffany aren't good en-"
"Who am I kidding.... Quinn wouldn't want to kiss me. My mother says my lips are always chapped, no matter how much lipgloss I put on! Although I once heard that lipgloss--"
"Shush!" Sandi tried to intervene.
"--dries your lips and chapstick is much better. I always preferred chapstick! Maybe it's because I'm not cute enough that Quinn wouldn't want to kiss me!" Stacy cried, tears streaming down her face.
"Chapstick is so geeky, Stacy. I can't believe you would even compare both materials. It's quite obvious that lipgloss is preferred by like, 9 quarters of 10 in the world." Sandi rolled her eyes and raised a hand.
"Haha, you're right! I mean, unless you want me to do something different?" Stacy smiled.
"Oh, Stacy, you are definitely cute." Quinn patted Stacy's shoulder.
Stacy felt herself blush a bit more at Quinn's touch.
"Are you just saying that? Because I mean you're really..." Stacy mumbled the word "cute" with a squeaky, hushed tone.
"Perfecttt... youuu... lookkk... reallyyy... perfecttt..." Tiffany drawled.
Both Quinn and Sandi looked at Tiffany expectantly.
"I... wasss... talkinggg... tooo... Stacyyy..."
Stacy gave a little smile.
"Really?" she sniffled.