A/N: Hello friends! I've missed writing more often but just so ya know I'm in the process of writing a new story and I think it will appeal to all Scooby fans because it got the whole gang and is packed with adventure, drama and it wouldn't be a dangerpronek story with out a little romance in between! Also I'm willing to do a word challenge with anyone right now so please message me if you're interested! They're loads of fun ^_^

Onto this little story ^_^

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The bright red vintage corded phone rang alarmingly throughout the Jones house. The petite, shoulder length blond quickly made her way to answer it.

"Hello Jones residents" she answered, catching her breath from the jog through the house.

"Yes, hi. Is Judy or Brad Jones there?" The all too familiar voice asked the young woman.

"This is she. Is something wrong?" Judy asked placing the phone closer to her lips that matched the color of the phone to a T.

"Unfortunately it's nothing good. It's about your son" the voice began. Judy shook her head in discouragement.

"What'd he do this time Principle Walsh?"

"We caught him stabbing freshly sharpened pencils into his classmates back then he was caught escaping the school. Climbing over the gate no doubt." The principle explained.

"Oh I'm so sorry. Is he alright?" She asked, that being her main concern.

"I'm afraid not Mrs. Jones. He fell of the 8 foot gate and took a tumble for the worst. The nurse sent him to the ER where he's been put a cast on. We tried calling but-"

"I was out in town. Is he back?" The worried mother asked trying her hardest to remain calm.

"Just a broken leg. He won't be happy to hear he can't participate in any sports this year. And if he keeps acting up I fear we'll have no other choice than to expel him"

" I'll make it known to him Principle Walsh. I'll be there as soon as possible. I'm sorry again for all the trouble he's caused." She said sadly hanging up the phone.

"Fred, your mother's here." the principle announced to him. The unhappy young boy glared at the woman. He disliked being tattled on, especially when it came to the teachers and principle calling his parents. He knew for a fact he was in deep trouble once that call was made.

The young blond picked up his crutches and began to hop out of the room and into the hall where his mother stood.

"Freddy boy what is going through your mind when you do these things?" Judy questioned her son after helping him into the car.

Fred looked out the window, crossing his arms.

"Fredrick Herman Jones" his mother said louder in her firm and serious voice.

"I was just having fun.." The ten year old explained to his mom.

"Almost getting killed and stabbing other kids with pencils it not just about having fun, Fredrick" she corrected looking at him through the rear view mirror as she drove. "I'm just so disappointed in you Freddy." She sighed.

Fred listened to his mothers words, deep inside he felt terribly sorry for the mess he'd caused for her but at the same time he felt angry at her, he knew well enough what was coming next.

"What will your father think of this Freddy?" Judy questioned. "He won't be pleased to know you've gone and gotten into trouble again. This is the sixteenth time this school year. "

He didn't say another word until his father arrived home from work that night. Fred had been sent to his room, something he absolutely dreaded. Nothing to do but read books and his most favorite and exciting mystery stories had been read too many times over the past few weeks with punishments in his room. He'd much rather be outside exploring the world over his backyard fence. Which also led him to get into more trouble.

A knock on his wooden bedroom door caused a knot to form in his stomach and his heart to pound. He knew exactly who it was.

"Come in" he mumbled in an unhappy tone.

"Fred" the voice of his father said. Closing the door behind him.

He looked up to his red head dad whose face showed exhaustion that even Fred could see.

"Hi dad" he greeted, hoping to see a smile show on his face.

"Fredrick Jones when are you going to learn?" Brad asked, no trace of a smile to be found. "I see so much potential in you, son"

Fred glanced down at his broken leg that was wrapped in a cast. He couldn't look into his dad's eyes. He didn't understand why he just knew he couldn't.

"You do all these wrong things and hurt people. You've caused your own mother to cry, Fred. She's worried about you. As am I." He said firmly. "You should be ashamed of your behavior. You could be such good young man" bothered by his son's ignorance he slid onto Fred's bed, gently lifting his son's face to look into his eyes.

"Fred you've got to stop this madness. It's not going to put you in a good place. You are worth so much more than you give yourself credit for"

Fred still refused to speak to his dad. He heard every word he spoke to him but it just couldn't sink in. He just didn't make any sense to him.

"We'll talk more later. For now your mother wants to go visit the new neighbors down the street so clean yourself up. " Brad said leaving his son's room.

Fred dreadfully put a clean shirt on and managed to get a pair of denim shorts on.

"Mom..." Fred groaned as she brushed his lush tangled blond hair.

"Shh. You're fine Freddy. I want you to look presentable to the new neighbors." Judy said, placing the brush on her wooden makeup table.

"Ready dear?" Brad asked, grabbing the house keys on his work desk.

"Yes, I just need to grab the cake and cookies I made for them"

"There's no cookies here Juds" Brad said.

"Fredrick..." She said to the limping boy who tried sneaking away.

"Shame on you son. That's stealing!" Brad said, beginning to loss his patience with him.

"Never mind the cookies, a cake will do." Judy said cutting in between the two and opening the front door.

Walking down the street Fred's parents gave him endless lectures and lessons on how to act with the neighbors.

Brad rang the door bell and instantly the door opened with a tall bleach blond man greeting them.

"Hello there, I'm Barty Blake" he introduced himself.

"Hi! I'm Brad Jones and this is my wife Judy and our son Fredrick." He said.

"Nice to meet you! What brings you to our home?" Barty friendly asked.

"We brought you a welcome gift." Judy answered with a bright smile. "We live next door, just a few houses down the street."

"Charming! Come, meet my wife Nan and our 5 daughters, Daisy, Dawn, Delilah, Debbie and our youngest Daphne." Barty introduced.

"Girls say hello" Nan Blake mother of the five said.

"Hello" the eldest four girls chimed.

"Daphne Ann Blake, tell them hello." Nan demanded sweetly of her youngest. The small eight year old girl blushed.

"Hi" she said shyly quickly getting out of the spot light and blending in with the red head sisters.

"They're adorable." Judy commented looking at the youngest particularly.

"Thank you Judy. It's wonderful meeting you."

"Same to you. What a lovely house you have" Judy said admiring the long elegant stair way.

"Thank you. It's so kind of you to come visit. Come, let's go sit in the visiting room." Nan said. "Your son can play with Daphne. She's always looking for new friends."

"Yes, I'll be right there." Judy said before squatting down to her son's height.

"Mom I don't want to hang out with her" he whined.

"Why not Freddy? She looks like such a sweet young girl"

"Because...she's a..girl" he said in shock that his mom didn't understand.

"Yes she is a girl. A nice little girl who needs a friend in this town. Promise me you'll behave yourself. No hurting anyone or anything" Judy lectured. Fred glanced over his mothers shoulders and saw the girl innocently reading a book.

"Fine. I promise." He said, not looking forward to the torture he was going to be put through.

Judy smiled and gave him a simple kiss on his forehead. Leaving the rest up to him.

"Hey" Fred said roughly, like any young boy would. The curly haired red head girl looked up with her violet eyes sparkling.

"Hi" she said softly, feeling a little afraid of the boy that felt much bigger than she was.

"Whatcha wanna do?" He asked. Daphne hesitated before saying her suggestion.

"We could go outside" she said catching his attention. Though she was so young she knew boys like him would probably rather be outside. She dreaded this playtime almost as much as Fred did. Boys were rude, gross and mean in Daphne's eyes. No little boy ever treated her kindly.

TBC

This was going to be a oneshot but I think it's going to be better as a little story! Tell me what you think please :)