I made this to help a friend. I hope it works, but it was made to be Velma and Daphne. Though it should be easy to pick up.
Toki

"No no no! This isn't right!"

Came a shout from the basement. If one were to go down, they would find a very flustered woman. Her short hair frazzled and hung in her face as she vented her frustrations on the table with both fists. With an annoyed growl, she shoved all the papers she was working on off the table, making them scatter about the otherwise clean floor. Pushing away from the table and her mess, the young brunette stalked off to another corner of her lab in her basement.

"Not right… Nothing is going right."

She muttered, burring her face into the sleeves of her outfit. She took off her glasses, making the world go burry, in an attempt to shut everything out. Sliding herself slowly down the wall she was leaning on, she collapsed into a crouch. Glaring into the blurriness she wanted to avoid, yet couldn't get away from. Not even being mostly blind could make her not see in her mind the problems she was up against.

The trouble was, is that no matter how hard she tried; the things she loved weren't getting the attention she wanted. Sure she got some responses back on her criminal study and her notes from work, but nothing was ever as much as she wanted. No one seemed interested in the things she liked. Some people even told her to give up on the things, and do more 'interesting' work, like genetics or cloning. But that didn't interest her.

"Why can't people like the things I like? I don't care if it is only a few people. A few are more then nothing at all."

She spoke to no one but her sleeves her face was buried in. No one knew her feelings, and she was not one to let others know when she was upset. She had already regretted yelling earlier, yet no one has come down to catch her in her frustrated state. Frankly she preferred to be alone. Alone to wallow in her unhappiness until she could calm herself down enough to make sure the others wouldn't suspect a thing when she emerged later. Later she'll be ok, later no one would have ever expected what had gone on down in the basement. Later…

"Wow…. What happened down here?"

A voice said from the stairs. Shoot! Her perfect plan was messed up by one of the other people in the household. Stepping into the basement was her best friend, a Red head with a loud opinion. Hands on her hips, she surveyed the damage of the basement floor. The young brunette had just enough time to put on her glasses to notice her friend going towards her mess. Her papers! Darting from her crouched position, she dashed over to start cleaning up the papers.

"I…I slipped, and the papers got a bit scattered… Genius, aren't I?"

She said in her usual sarcastic tone, trying to fool the older girl. But the raised eyebrow glaring over at her knew her excuse attempt wasn't working. Lowering her eyes, she continued to pick up the papers in silence, trying not to look at her best friend. The Red head could wait all day if she needed, but she wasn't going to let this go un-addressed. Once the papers were clean and off the floor, the younger girl places the papers in a neat pile and started to adjust them all the more straighter… Trying to avoid what she knew was inevitable.

"So are we just going to stand here all day in silence? Or are you going to spit it out." The older girl said to the younger one's back. "I can stand here all day if I need."

And she was right, the Irish blood in her made her best friend quite stubborn when she wanted to be, and solid in her commitments. Her tone was sharp, to get the point across, but her eyes showed that she was trying to be there for her friend. With a sigh, the brunette settled into a chair behind her.

"You know how I have been doing those thesis papers and sending them into being read."

"Yeah."

"Well I haven't gotten anything back from them."

"Well, maybe they are still reading them? Maybe they haven't gotten around to reading it?"

"If they haven't read them already, I doubt they will read them now. There is always thesis being sent to them, and if mine hasn't been read already, I doubt no one will read it at all."

"You don't know that, maybe they are busy right now, and haven't gotten around to reading it. You can't just assume."

"Well, even if they have read it, I have not gotten any feedback on it."

"What about that letter you received, from that guy in the science academy. Um… What was his name?"

"Norbert."

"Yeah. Norbert. What about him? Didn't he respond to one of you thesis?"

"Just writing, 'wow great job.' or 'I really liked it.' Isn't enough! I want to know what people think, not if they liked it or not. They could even not like it, but made a reasonable comment, I would still be happy. Rather then 'It was interesting'. What made it interesting? What parts did they like or not… I am not happy with just getting little or no response. Well, some response is better then none."

The young girl sighed, sinking herself lower into her chair. She was frustrated, depressed, sad and angry at the same time. She worked hard on all her work, yet no one seemed to care. Coming up behind her, the older girl placed her arms around the younger girls neck, giving her a hug.

"I'm sorry I can't be of more help. But maybe you should stop doing things for other people, and do them for yourself. Maybe you should find what you are looking for, and maybe ask questions at the end of things. Provoke a response if just waiting for one isn't working for you."

The older girl placed her chin on her upper arm as the rest of her arm was still around the younger girls neck in a hug.

"Give people a chance as well, they might be shy or not know the right things to say. Trying not to insult you, yet end up doing so by being silent. Some people might not be good with words as you are you know."

She said well naturedly, giving the younger girl a shove as she slipped from around her neck to stand behind her. The red head went to kneel in front of the brunette, taking her hands in her own.

"Maybe you need a break. Take some time off and do things only because you want to do them. Maybe forcing yourself is sapping you dry. Follow your heart, and do what you think you should do. Let the rest of us deal with your decision."

The older girl smiled, getting up. She placed on hand on the younger girls shoulder and patted it.

"I believe you'll do what you need to. And I'll be there to see what happens."

A few more pats to the younger girls shoulder, she turned and made for the door to the upstairs.

"Good luck."

With a wave of her hand, she left everyone in the hands of the young girl. It was her decision on what she was going to do with the advice that the older girl had given. Whither she listened to her, or ignored her words. The older girl didn't care as long as the younger one was happy with her decision.

The younger girl watched though her thick glasses as her best friend retreated upstairs. She had a lot to think about. Shifting her spot in her seat, she looked to the ceiling.

"What do I want to do?"

"What I want…."