Author's note: Hello again readers (if I have any *fingers crossed*); I couldn't stay away from writing for long so I have planned a new story ;D
This first chapter's a little short; but I am in the midst of writing the second chapter already. However I return to school again in a couple of days *groans* so I may be a little slow with updates *grr* –sorry- But please bear with me ;D
I won't go into some elaborate explanation; take a read yourself and I hope you genuinely enjoy it :D
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"But they wear the same colour and he always treats her so nicely." Marni teased, "They clearly love each other."
"I don't give a crap, if they wear the same colour! That's a stupid thing to go on and he doesn't love her!" Daphne yelled at the tall, black haired teenager.
"Aw poor booboo, scared that Mr Freddie doesn't love pretty little, red-headed Daphne Blake?" Marni sympathised bogusly; smirking as she watched the red-head desperately fighting back tears,
"You're so scared because you love him so much and you couldn't even imagine spending your life with anyone but him; aren't you?" Marni said childishly.
"He doesn't love her!" Daphne hissed. Feeling as if she was beginning to hate her bespectacled best friend Velma; becoming envious because Fred may actually love Velma and not herself. Marni laughed in Daphne's face as she began to cry,
"Dear oh dear Daphy Duck." She laughed callously, "Don't cry, I'm sure they'll live happily ever after without you." Tears began to stream from Daphne's hazel eyes like raindrops from a cloud in monsoon season; she ran towards the girls bathroom, hoping to conceal herself in there before anyone noticed her crying.
"Daph?" Fred enveloped Daphne into his muscular arms before she could reach the bathroom,
"Beautiful, what's wrong?" he asked sincerely concerned. Daphne buried her face within Fred's chest, tears soaking his white sweater; he ran his fingers softly through her silky, red hair;
"C'mon gorgeous, tell me what's wrong." He said softly; taking her by the shoulders so she now faced him. Affectionately, he wiped her face dry as she began to explain.
"Well," she sniffed, "Marni said that you loved Velma because you wear the same colour – what with your ascot and her polo neck – Plus you are both so close and you treat her so nice and, and…" Daphne took a breath and looked up at a grinning Fred,
"Daph," he laughed, "I really do not love Velma. So we happen to wear the same colour, it's just a coincidence. Besides she could say I love you because my ascot kinda matches your hair. It's so stupid to say someone loves a person because they wear the same colour; how utterly ridiculous." he rolled his eyes, "The reason I treat her so well is because she's like a little sister to me; I would never see her as anything else. Plus, why would I love her when I'm already completely and utterly smitten?" Daphne looked up at Fred in bewilderment,
"What? Who?" she asked quickly, raising her voice a minor amount. Fred laughed and took Daphne's hand as the bell rang,
"We have classes to get to." He smiled warmly at the still shocked red-head,
"Bu-" she started,
"Education is important." He said humorously, "You have Drama; now go enjoy your favourite lesson!" he called back as he ran to class; leaving Daphne staring after him, mouth still agape.
After class, Daphne made her way to her locker,
"Hey Daph." smiled Velma as she spotted her best friend,
"Oh, hey." Daphne said vacantly,
"What's up?" Velma asked,
"Oh nothing, just deep in thought." Daphne smiled half-heartedly, her eyes widening as she saw her locker. Embossed into the paint was 'F + V' in a love heart, Daphne frowned; grabbing her key she scratched the meaningless illustration from her locker, pressing hard in frustration.
"Daphne Blake!" a stern voice called from the opposing side of the corridor, Daphne ceased her anger and turned to the direction of the voice, "What do you think you are doing?"
"Uh, sorry Mr Chapman; there was some offensive words scratched into my locker, I was merely getting rid of the vandalism." Daphne told a white lie,
"Oh, well next time, inform me first, I could have had it re-painted."
"Yes sir." She sighed; thankful she had been excused Daphne gave it one last scratch in anger. Velma put her hand on the enraged red-head's shoulder;
"Daphne, um, are you okay?" Velma asked; Daphne tore her angry glare from the marked locker and turned to Velma,
"Oh, yea, it's just Marni being a total bitch unsurprisingly." Daphne huffed, Velma gave a slight laugh.
"What were you deep in thought about?"
"Oh, well-" Daphne stopped as she saw a moping Shaggy walking gloomily towards them, "What's the matter Shaggy?"
"Like, Fred's found another mystery to solve." He sighed, "Looks like another demanding weekend of mystery solving."
"Mystery Inc. is back in business!" Grinned Velma,
"It's only been a week since the last mystery." Daphne crossed her arms, "I'm competing with Misty this weekend, we're show jumping Sunday evening." Daphne stated.
"Well I'm sure Fred would be much obliged if you could fit us in around that." Velma coaxed, knowing that it gives Daphne a productive push to know it would please Fred,
"Count me in." Daphne surrendered; Velma smirked. This weekend would be seemingly different, Velma could feel it.