Breaking the Habit:
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Summary: After three years that Shaggy became friends with the Scooby Doo gang, he becomes more guilty that he has kept a dark secret from all of them. Especially from one of members that he has been in love with since the past summer. Rated M.
|Chapter One|
Another mystery is solved by them, they celebrate as usual going to the 'Malt Shop'. Shaggy orders the usual, a huge sundae with different toppings and whatnot. This time, Shaggy was not in the mood to eat sundaes with Scooby. Shaggy was irritated and feeling more anxious as the time went by. Scooby enjoyed himself, eating his seconds even though he worried about Shaggy. The rest of the gang talked about a different subject probably involving new cases or whatever. They didn't care to notice that something was wrong with Shaggy.
Shaggy was awfully quiet, he was staring down at his hands most of the time, lost in his thoughts, he wasn't interested in what the his friends were talking about. They had carried on without him, they were very oblivious at times .
I wonder if they would stop talking to me if they found out that I was a pothead... thought Shaggy, feeling insecure, he never wanted to admit that he was addicted to smoking weed but he knew deep down that he had a problem and he didn't want to face it.
It was getting late, they left the Malt Shop later on. Fred had dropped Daphne and Velma off at their houses, it was just Shaggy and Scooby then. Fred tried making small talk with Shaggy but he was being distant. Fred wondered what was bothering Shaggy.
Fred got to Shaggy's house, Shaggy got out of the van quickly.
"Thanks." said Shaggy.
Scooby followed behind Shaggy as he closed the door of the van. Through the window, Fred called out to Shaggy, "Hey, uh, is everything okay?" Shaggy held on to the straps on his backpack tightly, he felt anxious. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"...Okay, if anything I'm here for you. See ya tomorrow buddy." said Fred, trying not assume too much. Shaggy waved goodbye as Fred drove off.
Shaggy looked down at Scooby and said, "You can go inside the house without me, I'm going for a walk." Scooby nodded and Shaggy said, "I won't be long alright, old pal." Shaggy stroked Scooby's head.
"Alright, see you in a bit." replied Scooby walking off, going inside the house.
Shaggy let out a deep sigh and he dug his hands deep into his pockets starting to walk down the block. Once he was four blocks away from his house, Shaggy stopped at the corner of the sidewalk and took out a joint from his pocket.
"Finally..." said Shaggy to himself, he hadn't smoke all day.
Usually Shaggy would go to the football field after school to smoke for a good five to ten minutes before he would go met up with his friends and Scooby. But today, he hadn't had any time what so ever. Right after school, Shaggy received a boring lecture from his last block teacher. Afterwards, Fred saw him after school and wanted to go find Velma and Daphne so they can go to the haunted mansion to solve some clues.
Shaggy had been so annoyed that he hadn't had time to smoke. That is why Shaggy had been so quiet the whole evening, he would usually make silly jokes, but this time, he just didn't feel like being with his friends.
Shaggy had felt so much anger towards the gang, he wished that he hadn't had friends in the first place. Now that Shaggy thought of it again, he shrugged sadly. Looking down at his shoes, Shaggy shut his eyes close.
How can I think this way about them... thought Shaggy as he inhaled the smoke and let out smoke through his nostrils.
Shaggy opens his eyes and looks down at the joint in his hand, he has a strong urge just to drop it and step on it. Maybe leave it forever as in to stop smoking pot. How often Shaggy wished he can stop.
But I can't... thought Shaggy to himself. Without smoking a joint, Shaggy wouldn't be able to control his emotions, he would get a bad temper and fight with everyone. Hate everyone for no reason, Shaggy hated that so much about himself.
Shaggy tried taking his mind off the thought, the last thing he wanted to do is hurt people. Especially the ones he cared the most, if Shaggy ever hurt his friends over a stupid joint, he would never be able to forgive himself.
Shaggy looked up at the night sky, paying close attention to the stars. So many stars... thought Shaggy to grinned, the full moon looking back down at him. Shaggy began recalling a memory from last summer.
"It sure is a lovely night, huh? I've always enjoyed strolling beneath the full moon." Shaggy looks towards Velma's way, she nodded smiling, "I, too enjoy walking," Velma looks up the sky.
"By the light of the silvery moon," she giggles to herself.
Shaggy looks at her confusedly but he laughs along with Velma. "Ah yeah, that's a good one." he replies not really getting the joke, he asks then, "Wait, where is it funny?"
Velma turns around to look at Shaggy, "Oh, by the light of the silvery moon?" Shaggy nods saying, "Yeah."
Velma continues smiling saying, "Oh, it's just an old song." Velma sighs then, "But I must confess, I do have a soft spot for it."
Velma hums to herself, walking down the beach leaving Shaggy behind as he starts imagining himself singing the song to Velma.
Shaggy throws away his joint and starts walking back home, he smirks to himself as he quietly hums to himself. "By the light of the silvery moon..."
When Shaggy walks into his house, he is surprised to hear his parents fighting over something so incredibly stupid.
Shaggy looks at his parents, his father notices him and yells, "Where the heck have you been, Norville?" Shaggy clears his throat, afraid that he might get caught smoking. "I was with my friends."
"At this time?" said Mr. Rogers angrily, "Are you serious?"
Shaggy didn't reply, instead he looked down at his shoes. Mr. Rogers is standing in front of him, looking down at Shaggy. "You smell a bit odd," he says.
Shaggy's heart raises, oh gosh if my dad like, finds out...he'll kill me. thought Shaggy.
Shaggy looks deep into his dad's eyes, he tries to look possibly as much sober in front his dad, but he sees the room spinning and the atmosphere cloudy.
"Get to bed now, Norville." said Mr. Rogers, smacking Shaggy in the back of his head.
Shaggy just nods and sadly walks away, when Shaggy walks down the small staircase down the basement which is his bedroom. Shaggy finds Scooby asleep on the bed already, he smiles at the sight before taking off his backpack.
Shaggy sits on the edge of bed, taking off his shoes and his pants. Sheldon closes his eyes, the thought of Velma makes him smile. I wonder what she is doing right now...she is probably reading a book or maybe sleeping...Shaggy looks towards his night stand where his clock is, it says 11:30 pm.
Dang...time is going by so slow... thought Shaggy as he laid back on his pillows and covered himself, he looked up at the glowing stars on his ceiling. Shaggy sees the stars suddenly shape into Velma's face and body.
Shaggy brings himself back to the memory when she had pulled into a breath taking kiss, boy, did it sweep him off his feet. Shaggy brings his finger to touch his lips, even to this day he can feel the tingling feeling of where her lips had been.
But she didn't feel anything... thought Shaggy to himself, he opens his eyes and reality hits him hard.
Shaggy lets out a deep sigh, who am I kidding...? he turned on his side, hugging himself tightly. She'll never be mine. I'm not smart enough for her. I'm a fucking pot head.
