I do not own Scooby or the gang. I'm just writing this for fun and I'm not willing to make any money out of it.
Hey you guys!
My very first story, i just hope you like it. It's going to have more chapters, I'm just writing at my second.
You may ask yourself, why it's rated T. I rated it with that because of the things I'm going to might let happen, I dunno what my story will end like, but I've got this idea there and... well, just wait.
Actually my first language is German, so please don't flame me, I know my English is worse...
Enjoy!
He looked at her, saw her smiling, laughing. She was so beautiful. He knew, she thought, she wasn't, but to him, she was. The most beautiful girl in the whole world.
So smart, so nice, so friendly, so...
It was nearly impossible to find words that could really describe her.
After a time, he realized, that she was speaking with him.
„Shaggy....Shaggy?" she asked.
„Hm...? Eeeeh....yeah?" he asked, suddenly ripped out of his thoughts.
„What do you think?" she wanted to know.
This beatiful voice...everytime he heard it, his heart made a jump. So lovely....
„Shaggy?"
„Eeeh...about what?"
„Where to eat."she said, her forehead in wrinkles.
„Like, I dunno. Choice by yourself."
Fred, Velma and Daphne looked at each other. This wasn't Shaggy's usual way. In the last months, something changed. About five months ago, after their case with that creepy werewolf, something happened to him. He wasn't longer the funny guy, lanky and always hungry, stucked somewhere beetween a beatnik and a hippie. He tried to act normal, but sometimes they could see something was wrong. He used to make a joke out of everything they said. Just eat and be happy, that's what Shaggy usual was like. He probably thought they wouldn't notice it, but they just knew him to well, to long, to miss that something was wrong. Sometimes they caught him, looking sad beeing deep in his mind, far away from them. It often seems, as he wouldn't sit right next to them, with his so sad looking eyes.
„Everything okay, Shaggy?" Fred asked.
He noticed that they looked at them, worried and pretends to smile.
„Like, yeah, man. I'm fine."
They knew he had lied, but what should they do? They couldn't help, until he revealed them what made him so sad. They often wished they could, but they couldn't. They couldn't do anything, but seeing their friend, with his thoughts out at a place only he knew.
The rest of the day, he tried not to get caught by his thoughts, tried to act as everything was okay. He often looked surreptitiously at her and tried to caught a look of her wonderful, deep and dark brown eyes, shimmering, so beatiful, behind her coke-bottle glasses. Her name was the loveliest word in the world. It made a shiver ranning down his spine, when he said it, when he whispered it.
Velma. Velma,Velma,Velma. Velma. So beautiful.
He lied in his bed, fully clothed, glancing to the ceiling. The moon shined through the window. He thought about Velma. He never thought about something else since then.
He didn' really know, when it started. Five months ago, he realized he loves her, but he knew, he had started to think about her as more as just a friend much longer before, but hiding it from himself.
He thought back to that day, months ago. It was the day, they closed that spooky werewolf case. They had been awaken during the whole case, there hadn't even been time for a little nap. When everybody went yawning to the Mystery Machine, Velma suddenly feel asleep while going. She had fell towards him and he had reflexive caught her. He has carried her to the Mystery Machine, without saying a word, just looking into her face, almost fainted. She was so beauty and sweet, aslept in his arms, looked so little and a bit lost. Everybody was to tired to notice that he had blushed, when she cuddled by his chest, sleeping. He thought they had to hear his heart, beating as fast and loud as it could.
That was the day, he realized, he loves her.
But at exactly the same moment, sadness had overcome him, so deep, nearly breaking his heart into thousand pieces. He knew that she could never love him. There were so many differences beetween them. It was like North- and Southpole. She was brave, smart, pretty and so much more. He, he could give her nothing. He was a coward, with his goofy grin, always eating and with no really look. He stood up, slowly and without making any noise, walking to the window, looking to the moon. Silent tears ran down his face. It seemed to be easier to touch the moon without flying as to reach her.
Well, what do ya think? I know, i know, this isn't long, but it will have more chapters, I promise. I think I'm just better at writing short chapters...
Review! Or I'll..... spray you with my brother's deodorant. You can believe me, it's really, really stinking
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