"Rogers! Don't just stand there! Get to work!" a gruff voice shouted across the store from the office.

"Like, I'm sorry," a lanky young man answered from behind the counter, "Right on it, boss-man, sir." The lanky man stood up right from leaning on the counter and stepped put from behind it to grab a broom and sweep the floor of the store.

Man, like I thought that working at the Coolsville Record Store would be totally groovy. The man thought as he made his way around the aisles.

Norville Rogers, or better known as Shaggy to everyone, didn't mean to daydream on the clock, but a song came on that reminded him of the old days. Back when he used to travel everywhere with his friends solving mysteries with Mystery Inc. He even missed being called a 'meddling kid' whenever the culprit was caught.

It had been about five years since the gang, which consisted of Fred Jones, Daphne Blake, Velma Dinkley, himself and his dog, Scooby-Doo, decided that each of them wanted to settle down and no longer solve mysteries. Everyday life had been strange to adapt to after being a part of Mystery Inc. for most of Shaggy's life, but the thing the he missed the most about being with the gang was being with Velma.

Velma Dinkley was the brains behind the operations. Even though Daphne was the beauty that caught just about everyone's eyes, Shaggy had been captivated by Velma. Her dark brown hair that she kept in a bob cut. She had slightly oversized glasses, which she would lose regularly whenever they were on a case. Her favorite color to wear was orange, as apparent by her typical turtle neck sweater she wore. One of Shaggy's favorite features was her laugh and smile. He was a natural the joker, but he always liked it when he made Velma happy.

"Rogers!" the voice shouted again. Shaggy's boss, Mr. Fredrick, was standing in the door way of the store office. He was a balding middle aged man, who was a little more than overweight.

Zoinks! I did it again.

"Mr. Fredrick, don't be so mean to Shaggy." a girly voice with a slight Southern twang said as the door bell chimed. Both men turned to to see a young woman, who looked like she was in her early 20s, with long blonde hair, that she was throwing back over her shoulder, walk in. "Shaggy can't help it if he spaces out like that. Ya know, ya should be nicer to someone who used to be in Mystery Inc." she continued as she walked to the office.

"Gina..." Mr. Fredrick started, then he just exhaled loudly. "Rogers, time for you to go home." Mr. Fredrick said as he returned to the office after Gina walked back out of it.

"Like, groovy!" Shaggy said, feeling relieved. Gina giggled. This caused Shaggy to look over at the girl. He had to admit that she was a pretty girl, almost like a blonde version of Daphne. She even seemed to be the popular type of person; the kind of girl that people looked up to and wanted to be around. She was always nice to Shaggy, as well.

"Well, I'd better get going. Scooby's waiting for me. Catch ya later, Gina." he said as he clocked out for the day.

That's one thing that hadn't changed from the old days, Shaggy and Scooby-Doo, his best friend that was a Great Dane, were just about always together. The only time that they weren't, was when Shaggy had to go to work (Mr. Fredrick wouldn't hire Scooby for some reason that Shaggy couldn't figure out) and Scooby stayed at home, taking care of it.

Shaggy was in a daze as he walked through Coolsville, heading back to his apartment that he shared with Scooby. His mind wandered back to Velma, as it did a lot of the time. Shaggy, being true to his nature, was always scared to admit that he had feeling for her, back when he had the chance.

"Raggy!" Scooby jumped up on his best friend as Shaggy walked in the door. The dog knocked Shaggy down to the ground, licking him happily.

"Hey boy," Shaggy said, trying to protect his face, "Like, I missed you too." He finally got the Great Dane off of him enough to sit up. Shaggy scratched Scooby in the top of the head.

"Raggy, rook at rut I found!" Scooby exclaimed, running down the hall. Shaggy saw the dog run into the spare bedroom of the apartment, the one that they used as a storage space.

Shaggy scratched his goatee as he wondered what Scooby had found. It was true that they had quite a few boxes still left unpacked after all these years, so it was a mystery. He got up off the floor and walked over to the couch. Shaggy let out a sigh as sat down and looked around the room.

The entire apartment was decorated in a very 1960s manner. There was a lava lamp or two in every room, each one a different shade. A collection of records was displayed on the walls. The floors were covered with shag rugs.

"Rook." Scooby came back through with a picture frame in his mouth in his mouth. Shaggy took it from Scooby to get a look at what the dog had found.

It was a photo of the gang at Fred and Daphne's wedding. Shaggy had been Fred's best man. Velma, who had let her hair grow out enough to touch her shoulders by the time the wedding happened, was Daphne's maid of honor. Scooby had been the ring bearer in the ceremony.

Shaggy smiled at he look at the picture. His thumb stroking the place where Velma was in it. He could feel sadness wash over him.

"Raggy?" Scooby sounded worried about his friend.

"Like, wow. Hard to believe its been almost a year since we seen the gang, right pal?" It had been about a year since the wedding, since everyone went their separate ways. Shaggy shook his head. "Come on, Scoob, old friend, old buddy, old pal," Shaggy said with a forced smile, "Let's get something to eat."


I might continue this. Hmm.