Messed Up

Hi everyone! So, here is my new story 'Messed Up', I've been so excited about writing this, and seeing what you all think! This story popped into my head one night whilst I was dreaming, and after watching a movie, I thought I could have a shot at writing it.

Anyway, here it is!

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Daphne Blake was stood in front of her floor to ceiling mirror. She had just finished applying the last of her mascara, when she noticed a small smudge just below her eye. She plucked a makeup wipe from its packet, and dabbed at her eye, where the small mark was. Her boyfriend, Fred Jones walked in, dressed in a blue buttoned shirt, and smart, crisp jeans. He had black smart shoes on, and his hair was combed back.

"You look beautiful." He said, gazing at her dark purple party dress and purple heels. She had loosely curled her hair, so bouncy ringlets hung down her back. He wrapped his arms around her waist, laying his head on her shoulder. She turned her head to look at him, and he leant in for a kiss.

"Don't smudge my lipstick." She scolded, and Fred leant away, putting his hands in the air, in imitation of a surrender sign. Daphne laughed, and hugged him.

"Tonight, ok." She whispered.

"Oh, c'mon, Daph, you're gonna' be too drunk for a kiss."

"I'm not gonna' drink."

"It's New Year's Eve; everyone drinks on New Year's Eve." Fred argued, playfully.

"And everyone kisses on New Year's Eve."

"Fine. Fine. Tonight." Fred sighed in defeat. He turned around but a mischievous smile crept upon him. He whipped around and pecked at small kiss on Daphne's lips. Before the started girl could react, Fred had jumped out the bedroom, laughing to himself as he went downstairs. She smirked and turned back towards her mirror, checking her appearance; fortunately, the red lipstick hadn't smudged.

"One more chance, Jones. One more chance."

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Norville 'Shaggy' Rogers had just finished spraying his body with some posh fragrance, which his father had received for Christmas by his mother. He had tried to brush his hair, but there were still some tufts sticking up in various spots. Velma Dinkley, his girlfriend, walked in, a comb in her left hand.

"No, no, no. No you don't."

"Shaggy-"

"Yeah, Sha-gee. Huge hint in the name!" He said, pointing at his floppy hair.

"You're so scruffy." Velma sighed.

"Yeah, but that's why you love me…" Shaggy said. Velma laughed and threw the comb at him, which bounced off his chest.

"Ow." Shaggy said in mock sarcasm. He rubbed his chest and then playfully lunged at her. Velma shrieked, wrapping her hands round her waist to protect them from getting tickled. But this didn't stop Shaggy, who pushed her hands away and tickled her sides. Velma screamed and kicked him in the shins, before running to the bed. At all the commotion, Scooby, the Great Dane, bounded into the room, barking. Earlier that day, the dog had received the devastating news that he would not be able to tag along that evening.

"Hey, Scoob." Shaggy said, looking over at the puzzled dogs face.

"Ruts roin ron?" Scooby asked, tilting his head at the couple who were lying in a heap on the bed.

"Ehh, we're just having some fun before we go out." Shaggy replied, sitting up. At this, the dog released a heavy sigh.

"Roh reah. Raggy, rhy ran't ry rum?" Shaggy clambered off the bed – Velma following – and he crouched down to Scooby's level.

"Like, Scoob' buddy I already told you. The bouncer dudes won't let you in."

"Risguise?"

"Disguise? I don't think we could pull off any disguises tonight, buddy."

"Randma?"

"No grandma's will be at a nightclub on New Year's Eve. Plus, they'll be, like, loads of loud fireworks."

"Rireworks! Roohhhh rooo!" Scooby cried, gripping the sides of his head and throwing himself under the bed, just about enough so his tail was poking out. Laughing, Velma grabbed Scooby's tail and dragged him from underneath the bed. His paws were over his eyes, and he was shaking like a leaf, much like how he would act when hiding from a monster.

"Hey, don't worry Scooby. We'll lock all the doors and pull the blinds down. You won't hear a thing." Velma added. Shaggy's mobile suddenly rang, and he flipped the phone open.

"Hey dude. Yeah, sure we're ready…" Shaggy put his hand over the phone and mouthed to Velma:

"Are you ready?" Velma nodded.

"Yep, we're ready. Alright, we'll see you in a minute." Shaggy closed the phone shut.

"Fred and Daphne are leaving now." He said to Velma. Velma grabbed her purse from the desk and said goodbye to Scooby.

"You'll be fine, don't worry Scooby." She reassured him, as she pulled the curtains closed. Scooby nodded in unsure agreement and followed them downstairs. He watched his 2 owners shrug into their jackets and coats. Shaggy walked over to him, patted him on the head and told him they would be back about 2am. He then watched his beloved owner and his girlfriend walk out the door, locking it behind them. Scooby plodded upstairs and jumped onto Shaggy's bed, curling into a ball and closing one eye, but leaving his other open and his ears pricked up, listening and waiting for the dreaded fireworks to start.

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By the time the gang had arrived, the New Year's Eve Party was in full swing. The gang walked into the nightclub, looking around for anyone else they recognised. To no avail, they turned to each other, and agreed to go and buy there drinks.

"Now Daphne, put your finger over your drinks cap, and keep it with you at all times. I don't want you getting spiked this evening." Fred lectured his girlfriend. Daphne rolled her eyes and replied with a sarcastic

"Yes, Dad." Fred laughed and kissed Daphne, forgetting about the earlier warning she had given him. Daphne grabbed him by the hand. "Let's go dance." She said, as she started dragging the reluctant Fred to the dance floor, where the song Crazy in Love by Beyoncé was being played. Being left alone, Shaggy turned to Velma.

"You better put your finger over your drink." Velma laughed and placed her whole hand over the top of her bottle of coke.

"You not drinking tonight?" Shaggy asked her.

"Someone's gotta drive us home." She replied, looking over at Fred and Daphne, who were both bobbing up and down with a bottle of beer each in their hands.

"I just don't understand how you can drink beer. I mean, it's disgusting." Velma gestured to Shaggy's drink."

"I guess…it's just, I don't know…different taste buds…" Velma smiled and then grabbed Shaggy's hand.

"Do you want to join them?" She asked, but she was already dragging him to the dance floor.

"No. Velma I do NOT dance." Shaggy protested.

"All you do is jump up and down."

"That's not dancing."

"Sure it is, look." Sure enough, when Shaggy looked around the dance floor, which was slowly getting filled up with partygoers and couples, people were jumping up and down with their hands in the air.

"What happened to the freakin' Macarena?" he asked. Velma giggled and started jumping up and down to the new song that was playing: Hey Ya! By Outkast.

As the night went on, more songs were played, more drinks were drank, more kisses were received, and soon the countdown began.

"30, 29, 28, 27…" The gang all regrouped on the dance floor. Daphne was leaning on Fred for support, and Fred was cheering. They headed outside to the already packed balcony.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1!" The first fireworks were released into the sky, red, blue, green, yellow sparkles being scattered everywhere. The first screams of the New Year were heard, and the gang all joined hands to those next to them.

"SHOULD AULD ACQUAINTANCE BE FORGOT,
AND NEVER BROUGHT TO MIND?
SHOULD AULD ACQUAINTANCE BE FORGOT,
AND AULD LANG SYNE!"

Fred turned to Daphne, and they kissed under the fireworks.

"To a brilliant new year." Fred said between kisses. At the same time, Velma and Shaggy were also sharing kisses.

"I love you." Shaggy whispered, but the words were drowned out by the singing and loud bangs. The gang headed back inside, and grabbed some seats while they were empty. Shaggy stayed standing.

"Anyone want more drinks?"

"Meeeeee." A shrill voice came from Daphne.

"Actually, Shaggy, I'm getting kinda tired. I think I'm going to go home." Velma said.

"Oh, alright. Yeah, sure."

"You're staying here." Velma pointed out.

"No I'm not, I'm coming with you."

"Shaggy, I can clearly tell you're not ready to leave yet. I'll go on my own."

"Velma, you are not going on your own." Shaggy argued.

"Hey, Shag, it's alright, I'll go with her. I'm getting sorta' tired myself to be honest." Fred said, clapping his hand on his friends shoulder.

"Fred, man, that's not fair. You stay with Daph, I'll go with Velms.

"No, I'm tired anyway. Plus, I've only had one bottle. You've had what, 3?""

"Dude, are you sure?" Shaggy asked, admitting defeat.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. But, can you just make sure Daphne gets home ok? And that she has nothing more to drink. I mean…" Fred trailed off, and the boys both looked at Daphne, who was laughing to herself. Fred rolled his finger round his ear and then pointed at Daphne, as if to express that she was crazy.

"Yeah, don't worry. I…uh…I guess I'll see you tomorrow then Velms?" Velma nodded.

"Shall we meet at the HQ at, let's say, 1pm? And that would actually be 'later on today', as it is 20 past midnight." Velma corrected him.

"Alright then, smart arse. I'll see you later. Love you!" He called out, as Velma and Fred left towards the exit. Shaggy looked towards Daphne, who was now nearly wetting herself with laughter. Sitting down awkwardly next to her, he looked over at her.

"So, uhh, Daph. When are you planning on going home?"

"NEVER!" Daphne shrieked, and then continued laughing. "I'm just fucking with you. Let's go home now." She said, standing up a little too quickly. She wobbled over, but Shaggy caught her just in time. She burst into laughter again.

"Thank you, Prince Charming. Hey, did anyone, like, ever tell you that you were really hot?" Daphne asked.

"Jeez, Daph you're so drunk." Shaggy muttered. Daphne wobbled again, but Shaggy steadied her. He led her outside, where she took a huge gasp of air.

"Woah, it was so stuffy in there!" Shaggy ran his hand through his hair and nodded.

"So… How are you getting home?"

"Shit. I forgot about that." Daphne's apartment was about ¼ of a mile away. Easily walkable, whereas Shaggy lived the other side of town.

"Uhh, I don't know."

"My…My house is about 2 bollocks, uhh, I mean 2 blocks away from here. You could, maybe, spend the night at mine."

"Umm. Yeah, ok. You sure?"

"YEAH! I mean, yes." Daphne said, but then gagged and threw up onto the pavement. A pedestrian walking past and muttered

"Disgusting."

"Right, let's get you home." Shaggy commanded, but then Daphne slumped over, unconscious.

"Ahh, fuck. Daphne? Daphne? Shit." Shaggy lowered her to the floor gently, and then sat down next to her. He opened his wallet, and saw he had about $20 left. He took his phone from his pocket and rang the taxi station. 5 minutes later, Shaggy was helping Daphne into the taxi.

"Uhh, 52 Brocklebank Avenue. Cheers." Shaggy handed the driver $10. He looked over at Daphne who had her head rested against the door.

The taxi pulled up outside of the block of flats. Shaggy undid Daphne's seatbelt, and carefully edged Daphne out of the vehicle.

"Hey, dude, could you maybe give me a hand here?" The driver waved his hand, and then drove off.

"You mother… why would you do that?" Shaggy slung Daphne's arm around his shoulder and started towards the door. He kicked the door open lightly and then pressed the button for the elevator. Daphne lived on the top floor, in the penthouse. Arriving at the top of the building, Shaggy helped the drunk woman out of the elevator and to her front door.

Now, where are her house keys? Daphne hadn't bought a bag with her so they must be…

Oh no. There was the small lump in her back pocket. Right across her bottom. Here goes nothing. He reached his hand into the pocket. Daphne's eyes snapped open.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She snapped. "Oh. Hey. Who are you?" Shaggy held the keys in his hand.

"It's me, Daphne." He said through gritted teeth, as he inserted the key into the lock.

"Who's me? You know what, it doesn't matter. You're hot." Daphne leant against Shaggy's body heavily. Shaggy swung the door open and pushed Daphne inside, gently. He shut the door and turned the light on, to come directly face to face with her.

"What?" He said. But then, without any warning, Daphne pinned Shaggy against the wall and kissed him. Not just a quick peck on the cheek either, but a full mouth to mouth. Shocked, Shaggy was about to push Daphne off him. But then, he realised how good a kisser this girl was. He remembered how fit this girl was, how popular she had been at high school, how funny and reckless and tough she was. He melted into the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth, wrapped his arms around her. But then one word came into his mind. Velma. He pushed Daphne away.

"Daph, I can't."

"You can."

"What about Velma? Or Fred?"

"They'll never know. I promise, just carry on. They won't find out, Shaggy. Just come on." And, foolishly, he did carry on.

Pinned against the wall again, Daphne ran her hands through his hair, and his through hers. Shaggy gripped her arms and turned her around, so now she was the one against the wall. He came closer to her, and then Daphne led him into the bedroom. She took his shirt off. He undid her bra. She unbuckled his belt. He whipped her skirt down.

They fell onto the bed, and instantly became entwined upon one other, Shaggy on top of Daphne. Once finished, the two lay side by side with each other, both panting like dogs. Daphne rolled over and closed her eyes. Shaggy looked over at the girl who was slowly falling asleep, possible acting as if nothing had happened. He rolled over the other side of the bed and switched the light off, closing his eyes and thinking

What the fuck have I done?