Just a quick note: This story is set a few months after the movie, Scooby Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed. Not quite sure that this has any plot so let me know what you think! Constructive criticism only, please.

Disclaimer: I don't own Scooby Doo.

Velma bawled her eyes out into a pillow on the couch in the old high-school hangout. She couldn't let the others see her like this. How hadn't she seen this coming?

A creak of the floorboards signalled that someone was making their way up the ladder and she scrambled to hide amongst the blankets.

"Velma, are you in here?" A voice called.

Hearing the familiar voice made her want to curl tighter into a ball. "No. I'm not in here," she replied childishly.

"If you aren't, how can I hear you?" he asked.

She had no response for that.

"I can see you hiding under the blanket, Velma."

"What do you want?" she tiredly asked him, sitting up and wiping her tearful eyes.

His brow wrinkled in concern. "You've been crying," he said, stating the obvious. "What happened?"

She avoided his gaze and replied one word, "Patrick."

"Gosh, Velma. I thought you two were getting along perfectly since they arrested Jacobo?"

Velma closed her eyes. "He dumped me, told me that I wasn't pretty or funny. He ... he wanted me so he could get to know Daphne. He told me I wasn't as smart as he said I was, he was just complimenting me to get closer." Her sniffles had turned into full-blown tears by this point and the young man next to her didn't know what to do. "He made me feel like I was worthless."

His shocked face spoke volumes, but she saw none, continuing to stare at her soaked tissues. "Patrick lied," he said firmly. "You aren't worthless and you are smart. You shouldn't believe a word that comes out of his mouth, Velma."

She snorted through her sniffles, reliving a memory from long ago. "Did you know that my name isn't really Velma?" she asked.

She peaked through her fingers to find a ridiculous look of confusion plastered over his features. "It's not? Gee, Velma, it's all I've ever called you." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"My real name is Valerie Marie. My parents are the only people who know but they always call me Velma because they think it sounds more interesting," she whispered so low he almost couldn't hear. "I just thought you should know."

She glanced at him to decide whether to continue but he wasn't looking at her but out the window. Velma removed her glasses to clean them, as a distraction from the awkward situation.

He smiled at her. "You should take your glasses off more often, Velma. You have beautiful eyes."

She didn't know how to take that. "Thanks ... I think."

"Are you okay now?" She nodded. "Let's go back to Coolsville and see what the gang's up to. A mystery will take your mind off Patrick."

"I do love a good mystery," Velma beamed and paused. "Thanks for today. I'm glad to know you've got my back."

She kissed him on the cheek, flustering the man and causing him to blush, and they descended the ladder and drove back into the city.

Author's Note: This is just a bit of Scooby Doo fluff that kept me awake last night. I've left the male role open to interpretation, I think, so it's up to you to decide who is was. As a side note to this, it was NOT Scooby Doo. Hope you enjoyed my first (and probably only) Scooby Doo fanfiction.