I don't know how that came together. I'm sitting here , 3:33 in the morning (no joke, really 3:33) and I suddenly wanted to write it.

Apps: Actually, I told you to write, cause you were bored.

Me: Whatever....

I'm actually not very sure if that song fits with a fanfic like this. Anyway, it's Shaggy's POV.

Scooby, the gang or... the Mystery Machine isn't mine. I wouldn't sit here and write gruesome stories about them when they were. I (also) don't own the song "Breaking the habit" from Linkin Park. Pity, cuz it's pretty good.

I'm sitting here in my messy room.

Thinking about my life. My friends. HER.

Memories consume

Like opening the wound

I'm picking me apart again

Why do I have to think about this always?

The answer is simply.

Simply and hurting.

You all assume

I'm safe here in my room

Unless I try to start again

I love her.

With every part of my body; with every, damned, single part of me.

But I can't say.

Cause if I do, I'd loose her.

And also if I want more, much more, this deep friendship I share with her is much more than I deserve.

I don't want to be the one

The battles always choose

Cause inside I realize

That I'm the one confused

But I don't want, no, I can't live like that.

It'll turn me crazy one day, I'm sure.

But what to do?

I don't know what's worth fighting for

Or why I have to scream

I don't know why I instigate

And say what I don't mean

There are only three options.

Live my life as her friend.

Impossible.

Run away and don't come back forever.

Also no.

Tell her.

I don't know how I got this way

I know it's not alright

So I'm breaking the habit

I'm breaking the habit tonight

I stand up and began to pace.

My eyes fell on the doorknob.

I could.

Just open it, go to her, tell her.

Clutching my cure

I tightly lock the door

I try to catch my breath again

No.

I take my eyes away from the door, leading them to uninteresting things. I look at some green shirts and brown trousers of mine.

She wouldn't want to do it, but I'm sure, she wouldn't say what I pray for and so, she'd break my heart.

In 100 pieces.

1000.

10000.

I hurt much more

Than anytime before

I had no options left again

But still, it's the only option with a chance.

The other two would break my heart also.

Maybe not so hard; maybe not so painful.

But they'd break it.

I don't want to be the one

The battles always choose

Cause inside I realize

That I'm the one confused

I know it.

I have to do it.

I feel like screaming, crying, all together.

Cause this doesn't seem to end good for me.

I don't know what's worth fighting for

Or why I have to scream

I don't know why I instigate

And say what I don't mean

I'm standing in front of my door, the hand at the doorknob.

I'll open it.

But what then?

I don't know how I got this way

I know it's not alright

So I'm breaking the habit

I'm breaking the habit tonight

Will this be the end?

Cause if she shakes her head, I'd have to run away.

I couldn't live with her then anymore.

This will be my last fight.

I'll paint it on the walls

Cause I'm the one at fault

I'll never fight again

And this is how it ends

And if I loose, I'll vanish.

I spin my hand, the door opens.

I go out on the floor.

I walk some steps and stop.

Then, I take my trembling hand and knock on her door

I don't know what's worth fighting for

Or why I have to scream

But now I have some clarity

To show you what I mean

For one time, I can't be a coward.

I wish I could, but I can't.

I have to break this.

Break this habit.

Just for now.

An angelic voice allows me to come inside.

I don't know how I got this way

I'll never be alright

So I'm breaking the habit

I'm breaking the habit

I'm breaking the habit tonight

I've said it.

Somehow, even without stuttering.

She stands.

I try to stare at the floor, but her orange and red clothes magically catch my eyes.

She Looks.

I try to read what her eyes say behind her glasses.

Surprised?

Yeah.

Puzzled?

Also.

And... happy?

Oh. My. God.

She cries.

Hugs me.

And finally, whispers the three magic words in my ears.

It takes me a while to realize it.

OH. MY. GOD.

Then, we kiss.

And every time we need to break apart to fill our lungs with air, we simply smile at the other one, happy.

And then, we kiss again.

I took it.

My last fight.

I wasn't the coward, this time, this only time, I was the hero.

This time, I broke my habit.

Well, well... I'm still wondering if this is a good song for a songfic.

Apps: It is.

Me: Well, if you say this, it has to be so.

Apps: Thanks.

Me: That was sarcastic...

I should stop writing you my unbelievable silly conversation with Apps.

Anyway, what do ya think of my story?

Great or bad?

Nice or silly?

Apple or banana?

Review. Please?

littlebixuit