Fate Has Brought Us Together
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you recognize in this fanfic... (Too Bad!)A/N: This is my very first fanfic so I hope that you all liked it... also, remember to review as well... criticism are accepted, as long as they are constructive!
Chapter 1: The roommate and the unexpected dateBeep... beep...
"Argh!" I cried out. Stupid clock! Flinging my pillow at the alarm clock, it fell to the floor. I went back to sleep, satisfied.
A large figure strode in and shook me. "Daph? Daphne? Wake up, or you'll be late for work, AGAIN." My roommate, Fred Jones said, putting an emphasis on the word "again".
"I don't care! Let me sleep!" I rolled over and buried my head in my pillow. Boy, it is getting hard to breathe, hope he leaves soon.
Instead, I felt myself lifted into the air. I shrieked, thrashing around wildly. "Let me go, you jerk!" I am definitely not a morning person. "If I let you sleep some more, from tomorrow onwards you will be staying at home without a job. Now isn't that a disaster?" Fred said while plopping me into a chair. I sulked.
"Aw...... that is so cute!" Fred said, pinching my cheeks with what a loving expression on his face. My heart distinctly fluttered but I restrained myself from putting my hands around him and have a tongue wrestle. We looked at each other for a brief moment.
"Oh shut it!" I said and went storming into the kitchen. I went into the bathroom and took out my toothbrush and toothpaste, but plunged into my thoughts instead.
Fred and I have been friends practically forever. From young, we have done many dangerous deeds along with Velma, Shaggy, and Scooby-Doo, our other best friends, and we set up the Mystery Inc. and solved many mysteries together. When Fred was young, all he believe in was those stupid fantasy magazines. I mean, isn't that childish? As a result, I ended up not in a very good relationship with him, as we criticized each other a lot, him on his magazines and me on my excessive makeup.
But as we grew up, many things changed as well. He was no longer the childish brat he used to be, but a charming and loving teenager. He abandoned all of his childish fantasies and took up weightlifting instead. Well, he trained up his arms and body and isn't the skinny boy I used to know. Of course, as someone grows older crushes do happen, right? Maybe at that time I had just a tiny bit of a crush on him. Well, who doesn't? He is handsome and muscular.
When we are about 16, we started looking for mysteries regularly, and a lot of times, I was the one to get captured. But... he was always there for me. He always paired us up together. I was always wondering why he do that for...
Now I have a stable job as a TV reporter, I do not want to invite gossip by going into a relationship. But I am a normal person so it is hard to resist that thought as well... Fred was the one who planned the whole show for me, the one-man crew and all and as we are doing everything together, we might as well live together. He doesn't want to rent or buy a house as he always says, "I want to save up for my wedding."
"Want some pancakes?" Fred yelled. I abandoned my thoughts and replied. A smell of honey pancakes soon filled the whole house. Yum! I was almost drooling! I quickly brushed my teeth and went out to the kitchen.
When I got to the dining table, he set a pile of pancakes in front of me. "Syrup?" he asked. I nodded enthusiastically. I speared the pancakes and put them in my mouth while I studied Fred. He was always wearing that confident smile on his face as if he is ready to conquer the world anytime. Although he has lost his ascot, I kind of missed it. The ascot seemed to reflect that he is a traditional person and I really liked it.
"Anything wrong, Daph?" Fred suddenly asked. I shook my head and continue eating my pancakes. They are good! I had no idea that Fred was a good cook after all. Maybe is because it was I who cooked most of the time, he was too tired.
I looked at the clock. Oh my gosh! It is already 8! I have to be at the station at 8.30! I quickly gulped down my pancakes and took a dash to my bedroom, noit even bothering to put the dish in the sink.
I pulled open my closet and picked out the first thing I saw, a purple business suit with a matching skirt. I peeled off my clothes and the next thing I know, Fred burst into the room with my handbag.
"Hey Daph, are you ready to go? Here is... argh!" He yelled and covered his eyes quickly. I shrieked and quickly picked up my blanket to cover me. It was SO embarrassing, standing there in my bra and knickers and Fred of all people saw me in it. "No offence, here you go!" he reached out his hand with my handbag and groped wildly. I snatched it. In my hurry, I dropped my blanket and I tripped over it with a crash.
"Are you all right?" Fred asked, immediately forgetting to cover his eyes. "I'm fine! Don't look at me!" "All right, all right" he said defensively and ran out of the room. My face was burning and I sat there for a few moments. How I wish he had carried me up like he did this morning...
I regained my composure and quickly dressed and went out to the living room. Fred was sitting there reading a newspaper. I could tell he was embarrassed too. I could even feel the heat radiating from him. "Can we go now?" I asked. He nodded and we went our of the apartment.
We got on the mystery machine. After Mystery Inc. had decided to stop solving mysteries for a while; the vehicle was left to us. We took it everyday to work and our colleagues are fascinated by it. I must agree that the machine is simply beautiful.
I barely got to the office when I heard, "Daphne Blake report to the set immediately. Daphne Blake report to the set immediately. Filming starts in 5 minutes." Damn it. I haven't even sat down on my chair! I cursed again and went out to the set when I ran into someone. I almost fell down but that person quickly held me steady.
It was Henry Kinsman, another TV reporter of another show. "Is this Daphne Blake? Sorry there! Didn't see you! Hey, wanna get some dinner tomorrow?" Well, what harm would there be? I said yes. "Great, see you tomorrow then. I'll come and pick you up! He said and walked away, smiling like a kid whose Christmas had come early. I turned around and saw Fred, standing there, frowning. "Are you alright, Fred?" I asked, a bit afraid of his reaction. He has never acted like this before. Could he possibly be... jealous?
"I am fine, but that guy must be feeling better, for getting you on a date. Let's go Daph. You're running late." He turned and walked away. "Fred? Are you angry?" I asked, concerned. "I'm fine! Didn't you want to spend some time with that Kinsman darling of yours? Well! Go ahead! Maybe after dinner you two can even have sex! Isn't that great?" he practically yelled back.
Those words had hit me like a hammer over my head. They hurt.
