Nothing Can Keep Us Apart
Prologue
She was Daphne Blake, the coolest girl in school. They hated to love her as much as they loved to hate her, because she was as endearing as she was unattainable. She was a perpetual star, the beautiful, too-nice-to-be-real cheerleader doted upon as though her acceptance would mean they could be as flawless as she was. She was subtle in disguising her faults. Her shield of civility was her one acknowledgement of how important their admiration was to her. Eventually it would shatter.
Fred Jones was Coolsville High's quintessential football star. He was the prototypical male alpha dog, blond, built, and beautiful. He crowned the hierarchy as his redheaded counterpart did, settled atop a social ladder of unremitting beautiful people. He was everything they wanted, and everything they craved. He was destined for greatness, as they realized he would always be, and was to be treated with the same grace. They did not know he would one day choose the wrong path.
They revered Velma Dinkley as an intellectual Goddess, or shunned her as an overly smart nerd. She did not acknowledge the latter, feeling content to mould into her role as the resident genius. She was known by her oddly endearing pageboy haircut and thick-framed glasses, ever the picture of the prototypical scholar. As it was, she remained aloof and calm, disregarding whatever smarmy comment was sent her way with a cocked eyebrow and a witty remark. They assumed she would never look back on Coolsville High.
Norville Rogers, who hid his name under the guise of Shaggy, cowered behind a shell of languidness and timidity. He was a born-again hippie, the archetypal love child of the sixties. His figure was disproportional, tall, thin, and gangly, and his chin was spattered with a perpetual patch of stubble. He was known for his eating habits (or gorging habits), and his pet Great Dane, Scooby-Doo, who sometimes acted more human than he did. They thought there wasn't much for him anywhere.
They fought their stereotypes and bounded through thick high school hierarchical restraints to become who they were and so much more. But the world was unforgiving, and the true test of love and friendship would begin.
Update: May 2011
Polska – I am rewriting this story entirely, hopefully inserting updates in between rewrites. As you read the following chapters, please note that I was eleven years old when I began this story, and my writing skills have dramatically increased. Anyways, these rewrites come inspired from HarrietB-FraphneDevotee's continuation of my story. Soooo, I will be continuing it myself as well! Enjoy :).