Hi guys :) I decided to write this fic because Fraphne are my favourite couple ever, and IDK how long it'll be till the next season of SD:MI to come, and I NEED Fraphne :P

Also I haven't written in a while so I'm sorry if its bad :P

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing :'( Well I own clothes, a lap top and stuff like that :P I'm not a hobo :P

Daphne stumbled out of bed, her hair in a knotted mess, and her clothes dirty and odoured. She looked and felt terrible. It had been a month since Fred left to find his real parents (and Shaggy was shipped off to military school) and she hasn't been the same since.

She walked into the kitchen and raided the pantry. She was hungry, depressed, heart broken and had nothing else to do. After a few minutes of going through the pantry she slammed the doors shut and walked over to the fridge. She pulled out a can of grape soda and walked back into her room, and closed the door. Her family's maid: Karmena walked past Daphne's room and heard Daphne's muffled cries. She slowly slid the door open and took a glance inside the room, to see Daphne crying into her purple, cotton pillow. She sighed and walked over to The red head.

"M-Ms. Blake?" She mumbled. Daphne shot her head up immediately and wiped her eyes. "WHAT!" She screeched, glaring at the latina maid. She slowly stepped back. "I'm sorry if I was intruding on..um..anything, but I was just seeing how you are..you know. Coping.." She said. Daphne rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"Coping? How do you think i'm coping? The guy I love more than anything left to look for his real parents that might not even be alive!" She yelled, wiping a tear rolling off her cheek. Karmena nodded and walked over to the door. "Well, I hope you get better..." She muttered before exiting the room. Daphne rolled her eyes. "Yeah Of coarse I'll get better!" She sarcastically said, then fell back onto her pillows, and snuggling up into her sheets.

It was about 2 in the morning. Fred walked out of his hotel room, slowly closing the door and walking off into the dark. He walked down the eerie, empty street, in a hurry. He came to a holt when he heard a bang, he looked over his shoulder then kept walking, quickening his pace. After a minute or so he turned down an alley way. He heard the banging once again, and looked over his shoulder, he crept back near the dumpster to see if anyone was there. He quickly checked but nothing. He rolled his eyes and started walking again.

"I must be going crazy.." He muttered. Then he heard the bang again. He stood still for a moment to listen for anymore noises, then slowly began to head back up the alley way. "Who's there?" He said quietly. He waited for a moment then rolled his eyes, then turned to walk back down the alley way. He jumped with shock when he saw who was behind him.

"Where are you going, Son?" May Jones asked, Fred scoffed and pushed past him.

"Don't call me that!" He said. Mayor Jones sighed.

"Fred, come back home.." he said. Fred shook his head.

"No.. why should I?" he asked, folding his arms.

"Well for one, its not safe for you to be out here alone, in some town miles away from home." He said, placing a hand on the younger's boy shoulder. Fred shook the hand off and scoffed.

"And since when have you cared about my safety?" Fred asked. Mayor Jones sighed.

"Well another reason is because she misses you.." He said, Fred eyes widened and his face saddened.

"She has a name." Fred muttered. "And I'm Not coming home until I find my real parents..." He then walked off into the dark, leaving Mayor Jones alone ad concerned.

What do you think? Sorry its short, this is just to start it off. Please R&R :D

Regards, Buffy xo