Notes- My first Scooby fic... disclaimer, I do not own Scooby Doo or any related characters, Warner Bros. does (I think -_-')
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Jealous? I might be.
Don't tell me that's such a horrible thing. Everyone gets jealous, once in awhile. I think that after all the years I've watched this go on, I'm allowed to be a little jealous of them.
They deserve each other. They're perfect for each other.
I don't deny that.
They deny it. They deny everything. They can't possibly think they're fooling anyone, can they? All of us can see they're meant for each other.
"No, there's nothing going on with Daphne and me."
"Fred and I are just good friends."
Yeah. Right.
Maybe, if they stopped denying it, I wouldn't feel so jealous. Like they don't deserve this, because they don't appreciate it.
I watch them, and it tears me apart. Even when we go on our own paths, they still have each other.
I was never much for self-pity. That doesn't mean I don't find myself lapsing, on some occasions when everyone else is gone and there's nothing for me to do but go out to the forest and think...
I'm not supposed to have any problems. I'm the smart one. I'm supposed to be just watching for clues, seeking the answer, relying only on myself... I can't though. So tired of this... watching everything that happens and knowing I'm the only one who doesn't belong.
Used... I don't like to think that way. They're my friends, they wouldn't do that.
Maybe it's normal to be a little paranoid when you're alone in a tight-knit group. Or maybe it's not, I don't know. I'm just so tired of watching...
And maybe I'm in love with somebody, too. Not that he would ever notice. Maybe that's why I'm so jealous.
I'm not supposed to be in love. I'm not supposed to be interested in that. I'm plenty interested, I just happen to have fallen for someone who thinks with his stomach. So I stay quiet. No point in showing it. Hopeless case.
I'm too exhausted to keep this depressing rant up...
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Somebody's shaking me. "G'way," I snap at the unwelcome intruder, trying to yank my covers over my head.
Except there aren't any covers. Eh?
"Like, what're you out here for, Velma?"
Out here? I force myself to open my eyes, and look up. There's... trees. And I'm wearing my glasses. How odd.
The events of the night before hit me all at once. Right. I was out here moping and fell asleep. Brilliant move, Velma! Absolutely brilliant...
"Like, everyone's been worried sick. What're you doing out here?" Shaggy repeats.
"Sleeping."
He gives me a look that makes it clear what he's thinking: even he isn't that dense. I grin at him. I don't think he's that dense, either. He smiles back.
"Like, come on."
I do as I'm ordered, though I know what'll happen. We'll get back, there'll be a brief "Velma-are-you-okay?" session, and then they'll forget. And I'll go back to watching them, in their own little groups. Alone, and maybe jealous.
But I don't dwell on that now, alongside Shaggy, making our way out of the forest. They were worried about me, just like they always are whenever something serious happens. When it matters.
Moments like this are what proves the watching is worth it.