AN: I OWN NOTHING OF THE SCOOBY DOO FRANCHISE!!!!
Me: Another day another story!
Athena: She works fast doesn't she?
Arya: Don't say that in front of Ajihad and Annabeth, I'll never hear the end of it. Thanks for adding me in the story by the way. I liked my character a lot :D
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Me: - stifles laugh - You're very welcome!
Ajihad: Anyways duckies, on with chaptery one of the flibbering newest stor-bangiest story ever!
Me: You're never in charge of saying that EVER again....

Chapter One: Italy

Melinda stepped off of the plane, a sleeping Mary in her arms, followed by the rest of the gang, children and all. The gang by now had several new members. Thirteen to be exact. Two sets of twins were added during Shaggy and Velma's three years of mairrage, the first set, Anna and Susie, now three years old, and Mary and Chastain, the second set, now two years old. Daphne had had her baby, Daniel ( Danny ), eight months after Velma had awakened, and he was now three years old as well, she then the following year had her second son James, now two years old, after marrying Fred. James was then followed by little Kylie, now one year old. Melinda had been adopted as soon as was possible and was now Shaggy and Velma's daughter. Scooby came up beside Melinda and looked up at the little toddler.
"Rawww." He said with his adorable doggy voice. Melinda looked down at him and gave him a friendly scratch behind the ears with her free hand.
"Well, we're here. Florence, Italy." She said as she took in the sights of the town surrounding the airport.
"Come on you two, we have to find our bags and get to the hotel." Velma told them holding a sleeping Anna in one arm and Chastain in another while Shaggy was, attempting, to set up the stroller. Melinda twitched her fingers behind her back and the stroller popped open. It was a eight seater, especially made for the gang. The little ones, all accounted for, were set inside and they went along to retrieve their suitcases.

Melinda stood waiting for hers to roll by. When she saw it, she reached out to grab it, the only problem was that someone else had reached for it as well.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, is this yours?" The boy whose hand had also chosen her suitcase asked as he helped her take it off the conveyer belt. Melinda had to stop herself from blushing as she looked into his face. He was gorgeous.
"Umm, yes, and it's, ok." She managed to get out as she nervously tucked her long, dark, brunette curls behind her ear.
"I'm Harry, Harry Tomaselli. I'm here visiting family. What's your name?" He asked as he found his own bag.
"I'm Melinda, Melinda Cromwell. I'm here with my family."
"Melinda Cromwell, now where have I heard that name before? Are you part of, umm, I'm guessing a band?" He joked. It worked, Melinda giggled and blushed slightly.
"No, I'm from, well Mystery Inc." She explained trying to keep her blushing to a minimum.

Shaggy watched from the other side of the airport. As soon as he saw Melinda blush, he began to march over. Velma saw and grabbed his arm.
"Oh no you don't. You'll embarress her to high heaven Shaggy Rogers!"
"But, but Velma! She's only sixteen!" Shaggy protested.
"I didn't know that was too young to blush and talk to a boy who looks to be around her same age. Besides that, we were traveling together when I was only fifteen, need I remind you."
"But!" Velma gave him a stern stare and handed him their bags.
"But nothing."

"Ah, so what might you be here to solve?" He asked with sincere interest.
"Oh, umm nothing really. Just umm, you know a ghost." Melinda told him.
"Oh, so, not to sound rude or imploring or anything, but how old are you again?"
"Sixteen. Yourself?"
"Seventeen. Oh, I think you're being called over by that red-haired lady. Daphne if my memory serves correctly?"
"Umm yes, my Aunt Daphne." Melinda told him, flashing a smile. "Coming!" She shouted over her shoulder. "I'd better be going. I'll be seeing you around I suppose?"
"If such luck allows. But maybe to even the odds a little, here." He took from his pocket a pen and scribbled a note on her hand. "Call me if you ever want to, you know, hang out?"
"Oh, umm sure! Here." Melinda took his hand, blushing I might add, and wrote her own number on his hand.