Hi, so this is my first story so please be nice! :3 I really hope you like it and please feel free to leave comments!
-CaitlynRachel
Chapter One
Ding-Dong
The fiery red-head grumbled under her breath as the doorbell sounded for the third time.
A freckle-faced girl with a red bow holding back her mahogany bob peeked her head out of the study.
"Daphne, can you get that?"
"I'll be right there!" She called from the kitchen, the annoyance in her voice obvious. As she made her way to the source of the noise she pulled up her sleeves, mentally preparing herself to send the Girl Scouts she assumed to be on the other side of the door away from the house she shared with her three friends and their dog. She took a small breath before reaching a pale, slender arm out to open the sturdy block of thick wood separating the inside of the house from the outside.
"Hello?" She asked with a friendly smile plastered on her pretty face. Her cerulean eyes narrowed as she took in the empty space on the front steps. A few steps brought her outside and she peered around in confusion until she noticed the small bouquet of cream colored carnations sitting on the first wooden step of the porch. "Where did you come from?" She questioned, despite her pleasant surprise. Daphne loved flowers, especially pretty carnations like these. As the flowers were inspected she turned back to show her roommates, dropping the small note that accompanied the blossoms. It was quickly retrieved and the door of the Mystery Incorporated House was once again closed to the outside world.
"Hey, guys," Daphne's puzzled voice came once again from the kitchen as she called to her friends. "Can you come down here?"
Velma's nearly soundless footfalls came first, followed by the elephant-like stomps of Fred, Shaggy, and Scooby as they came down the stairs, muttering the whole way. Velma took a seat at the table next to her feminine friend.
"Who's your secret admirer?" She joked with a wink directed at the perplexed Daphne.
Daphne gave her a small smile. "I really have no idea, they were just there when I opened the door."
"Like, who was at the door?" Shaggy asked from within the wide doors of the fully-stocked fridge.
Daphne shook her head. "No one, just these carnations."
Fred took the discarded note between his large fingers and read it aloud to the gang.
"To my dearest Daphne," he read, a mocking tone in his deep voice. "you are the apple of my eye, the woman of my dreams. I can hardly wait until you are officially mine, and believe you me, soon you will be. Not soon enough for my liking, but distance does make the heart grow fonder. Oh, and my sweet maiden, you should really wear your hair up more often, it's a very good look for you. Love, your secret admirer."
With a raised eyebrow, Fred looked up at the subject of the note and met her widened eyes.
"Is there something going on between you and this person, Daph? Why would he write this?"
Butterflies jostled her empty stomach as she heard the tinge of jealousy in his tone.
"No, Freddie. I have no idea who wrote any of that. All I know is that I only put my hair up at night, so that it isn't tangled in the morning." Her words came out in a panicked whisper.
Shaggy sat down at the table and popped two potato chips into his mouth. "Oh, c'mon Daphne, like that was just a prank. It was probably just some kid at school that wants to totally freak you out."
Scooby nudged her arm comfortingly. "Re's right, Raphne. rou're rokay!"
Velma nodded and adjusted her glasses. "Calm down, Daphne. Besides, this house is loaded with Fred's traps, how could someone get in here without anyone knowing?"
Feeling a little better about the situation, Daphne sighed. She looked at Freddie and couldn't help but smile at the proud grin planted on his broad face. "You guys are right. There's nothing to worry about..."
