Each chapter is going to be a memory from Fred and Daphne's life together. Fraphne and Shelma; if you don't like Shelma, ignore it, if you don't like Fraphne, read something else. Bold is Freddie's POV, normal font is Daph's. This first chapter takes place when Freddie and Daphne are sixteen, the leads in the school play.

My heart was pounding inside my chest. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I couldn't move. Poor Freddie looked like he was going to be sick, which didn't exactly comfort me.

This never would've happened if you just said NO, Fred. Said you were too busy with football to even try out for the play. How could I have said no to that voice? Me and my big mouth. Darn those piercing, brilliant, endless, fiery, cyan eyes of hers…

I couldn't even blink. How the heck was I supposed to kiss her? And in front of her mom too! How could I kiss Daphne? Did I want to? Of course. I was in love with her, but she was my best friend. I couldn't risk our friendship because I couldn't live without her. And if I somehow hurt her… I'd never be able to live with myself. I couldn't stand to see her hurt. It'd probably killed me more than it hurt her. Besides, she'd never go out with a guy like me. I was klutzy, gullible, never knew what to say or what to do, blushing, blubbering, easily charmed Freddie. I was more like her dorky brother or best friend.

At least Shaggy has to kiss Velma, I thought, trying not to half-smile at the thought. Good grief, she's beautiful… There was nothing in the world more beautiful than her blazing, bottomless pools of cerulean crystal. They were surrounded by thick, feathering lashes made black by mascara for the dress rehearsal. She never wore too much or too little. Her face was angelic and flawless as ever. She didn't wear stage makeup, no light was bright enough to make her need make up. Her silky, light blue gown seemed designed only for her, making her eyes pierce and flame all the more. Her rich, deep, crimson curls were back in a medieval snood, but smooth, soft, and lustrous as ever. Daph really was an angel…

I saw wheelchair bound Mrs. Blake, the director and writer of the play, in the back of the auditorium, making sure we could be heard. She was half-smiling, enjoying this far too much. She'd always tried to get Daphne and me together.

Daph smiled, resting a hand on my cheek as she said her line.

"Shut up and kiss me," she ordered tenderly, blue flame eyes sparkling.

I don't know how I did it. The real Freddie was paralyzed with fear and too stunned by her beauty and enchanting, clear, flowing, heart melting voice to keep his jaw from dropping. Some other being possessed me, keeping my jaw shut, and leaning towards her.

"Your wish is my command, milady," that other being stage-whispered tenderly, hand on her water-smooth cheek.

I couldn't think or blink or breathe again, my heart a melted yet blazing puddle in my throat that had long ago lost ability to beat. I couldn't even remember how I'd been able to speak, actually I couldn't remember anything but Freddie's eyes. His beautiful, beautiful cerulean eyes… I was in love with those eyes, I was in love with Freddie. I always had been and always would be. The blue of a cloudless, cyan summer sky, the dazzling, impossible crystalline pattern of a diamond, blazing as the brightest, hottest fire, and endless as a bottomless pit, the most beautiful things…

Our lips met. His arms were around my waist, mine somehow had managed to wrap around his neck of their own will. My heart burst into flame, sending blazing blood through every vein in my body, soaking every cell in my body with an invigorating bliss, joy, peace, intoxication, ecstasy, freedom, fire, and eternal, irrevocable, unconditional, truest love unlike anything I had ever felt.

Only my lips could move, fitting and moving against hers perfectly. Lightning shot through my entire body, electricity soaking every cell with joy, freedom, bliss, peace, intoxication, invigoration, ecstasy, flame, and true, eternal, unconditional, irrevocable love. I wanted to shout, I wanted to sing, I wanted to scream, I wanted to pass out, my swirling stomach wanted to hurl, and I wanted to cry. Fortunately, all I move were my lips still.

This is, easily and without question, the greatest moment of my life…

Oh thank you, thank you, THANK you, Mother! I managed to think eventually, pulling away from the kiss as the curtains closed.

His arms were instantly no longer holding me, and my arms were no longer around his neck. My heart ached for them to be there again, to have him hold me, to kiss him. If he'd held or kissed me a moment longer, I knew he would've realized I loved him and meant the kiss more than anything in my entire life.

"We better, um, go," he said, looking slightly flustered, but impossibly handsome as ever. I must've looked like a stunned, staring idiot, no wonder he was uncomfortable.

"Right," she whispered, eyes glowing and piercing my soul, seeming to bare it to her.

She knew. She had to know. How could she not? She was Daph. How could I have hidden something from the girl who knew me better than myself? Something this big. The reason I lived, the reason I got out of bed each morning, my first and last thought each day. She must've thought I was an idiot, but she cared about me too much to hurt me, like I was some love struck school girl with a crush that needed to be let down gently.

Nothing gets past those eyes, Freddie. And you kissed her! You freaking kissed her! Did I kiss her too long? Too deeply? Too passionately and meaningfully? Of course, how could I not've when I felt all of that… Good grief she's breathtaking, graceful, angelic, the most beautiful thing to ever…

We quickly got off the stage as they removed the moveable set pieces, having finished the last scene. I could hear Mom applauding and praising everyone. Scooby came over, clumsy paws pounding, licking our faces as Velma, still blushing from her kissing scene with Shaggy, and Shag himself came over too.

"Like great show, mans!"

"Shaggy, it's men," Velma corrected. "And I don't think Daphne appreciates you calling her one."

We smiled, thankful that my friends had not seen our discomfort and broken the ice, both of us praying the other hadn't realized the truth. Unfortunately, neither of us did until years later.