Nineteen year old Shaggy Rogers sat up in bed, still awake. He looked at the clock on the nightstand. It read 2 am. He looked down at the foot of the bed and saw his Great Dane, Scooby Doo, fast asleep, snoring as only dogs could. He smiled wearily and got up. He tip toed down the steps of Mystery HQ. As he walked into the kitchen, he realized someone was already in there. What shocked him more was it was Velma.
She stood there, eating a sandwich. Her orange nightgown was wrinkled and messy, like she was moving a lot. Her eyes went wide at the sight of him and she pushed the sandwich onto the plate.
"Shaggy? What are you doing down here?"
"Like, I couldn't sleep. Could you?" he asked. She smiled and shook her head. They walked over to the couch.
"Why couldn't you, like, sleep?" Shaggy asked her. She gazed at him and said," Oh, you know, a lot on my mind."
"What about, man?" She looked into his eyes and said, "Shaggy?"
"Like, yeah?"
"Well, I've had this thought in my mind for a really long time now, and, you promise you won't totally flip out or hate me forever?" He smiled, shook his head [hair flying everywhere I might add] and said, "Velms, I could never hate you. Now, like, tell me!"
"I love you." It was simple and short. Velma had just said the one thing that had been on his mind for eight months. The one thing that made him want to jump for joy. So he did this.
"Shag--!" she started to say, but it was all forced back down her throat as he kissed her. At first it was complete and utter shock, but after about a millisecond it turned to a deep and passionate kiss. He pulled away.
"I love you, too."