I'm back! I went on vacation for a week. This is chapter two of my first prompt- inspired story and I have to admit I feel pretty good about it. I had fun writing this chapter. Thanks for every comment. They make me so happy everytime I see them. They always cheer me up, it's like having my own cheer squad in written form.
RANT!: I saw a forum that was bashing Yaoi and slash. A lot of people were making the excuse that they didn't like slash beacuse it wasn't canon. First of all, this is fanfiction, we are fans, so create your stories to your fantasy. As it were "unleash ur imagination"! Weak arguement!
Warnings:OOC(I think?), Slash. I think you would know if I owned Scooby Doo, there'd be a whole lot of yaoi.
"Touchdown! Freddy Jones has done it again! The Coolsville Polar Bears beat the Awesometown Toucans 37-31!"
The announcer's voice was nearly drowned out by the roar of the crowd on the home team's side of the stadium. The losing team walked off the stadium with heads down, cleats kicking angrily at the grass beneath their feet, shivering in the November air. Practice was going to be extra hard for at least a month; their coach didn't cope well with losses.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the field, Freddy Jones was being flocked by his teammates; cheering voices flew in all directions. The world spun as cold Gatorade was dumped on him, and he was carried off the field on the shoulders of his teammates.
"So Fred, you coming to the party tomorrow night?" John McKenley's voice cut through the haze of loud conversation in the locker room.
"Nah, sorry man," Freddy said without looking up. "I got stuff to do."
"Stuff! Dude, this party is practically being held in your honor!" He exclaimed, "And besides, there'll be girls. And drinking. And girls!"
"Well, you'll have all the pretty girls to yourself Friday night, now won't cha?" Freddy shut his gym locker and took up his school bag.
"Ha, very funny," John said sarcastically. "You know Roxanne won't let me think about thinking about another girl without laying into me."
"Sucks to be you then." Freddy said, before finally leaving the musky locker room.
"Whatever."
It was dark outside when Freddy walked the few blocks leading to his house. The days were getting colder, sun setting earlier, the leaves browned, and fell from the trees.
That weekend found him dividing his time between chores, eating, sleeping, and hanging out with Shaggy. In the short time he'd known Shaggy, he found he could trust him with anything. It wasn't in Shaggy's nature to tell secrets or gossip, not that he had any friends at school to spill anything too.
It was a sad fact that Shaggy didn't have any friends at school, not that it bothered him. Teachers all but ignored him, not wanting to waste their breath by yelling at him for his routine nap in class. Shaggy actually got surprisingly good grades for all of the sleeping he did in class.
They'd do homework, or talk, or even play fetch with Shaggy's dog Scooby. Scooby was a big brown dog with a huge appetite, and for some reason he could talk. He'd taken a liking to Freddy almost instantly, if only for the increase in belly scratches his friendship provided him.
As Jones-Rogers friendship progressed, Fred found himself spending less and less time hanging out with the "in" crowd, and more time in Shaggy's company. His football buddies and even Daphne seemed to be taking his absence in stride. If they were irked by it at all, Fred hadn't been given any indication.
In the beginning of November, Fred had known Shaggy Rogers (and Scooby, you can't know one without the other,) for a month and a half, and life had never been so bright. The sun seemed brighter, the grass greener, and that suffocating feeling he used to have was all but gone.
He should have known it was too good to last.
It was one November afternoon just as the lunch bell rang. Freddy turned in the direction of the large oak tree where he usually met Shaggy for lunch. He was so close, he'd had his hard on the door ready to push it open and step into freedom.
"Freddy!" Fred cringed at the sound of a familiar high, shrill voice that sounded way too happy to see him.
"Uh, hi, Daphne." She attached herself to his arm and started dragging him in the opposite direction of freedom.
"Oh, Freddy, I missed you so much! I haven't seen you in a whole three days." she squealed. "I can't wait to go on a date, it's been soooo long. Let's go eat lunch with all our friends, kay?"
Fred tried to tug his arm out of her grip which tightened with each tug, he eventually gave up. "Actually, Daph," he started. "I was going to eat lunch with Shaggy today? So maybe next time."
"Who?" she asked, cocking her head to the side in confusion.
"You know, the guy that sits next to me in history class."
Daphne's eyes widened in recognition then narrowed. He pouting expression was replaced with a sneer of annoyance and disgust. "Oh, him." She spat, as if even the thought of Shaggy enraged her. But then again, it probably did.
"Uh, yeah."
As soon as the expression came, it went, once again a pout, trying to guilt him into her web. "It's only one day, Freddy. Just. One. Day."
She smiled widely as he nodded, and Fred didn't have the time to take it back.
Fred soon found himself in the cafeteria, surrounded by too-loud voices, slightly familiar faces, and unappetizing smells.
He was seated right next to Daphne, squished into the space that was the dividing line separating the boys and girls side of the table. He hadn't really involved himself deeply in any one conversation. Nodding when the other guys spoke in affirmation of something, not really knowing the topic.
For the first time suddenly, a voice addressed him directly.
"So Jones, I haven't seen you around lately." The voice of Red Herring cut in loudly, the question echoing across the table, silencing all other conversation, and drawing the attention of the other teenagers. They knew the statement held some truth to it.
"Yeah Freddy, where ya been?"
"I haven't seen you in ages."
"You're never around anymore." A few voices piped up in agreement.
Leave it to Red Herring to make him miserable. Red Herring was stocky, freckled redhead who stood half a head taller than Fred. He was the resident bully at Coolsville High, and lucky for Fred, Red had had it out for him since kindergarten.
To anyone else, it may have seemed like an innocent inquiry from a concerned classmate, but Fred knew better. It was nothing more than Red Herring trying to put him on the spot and get under his skin. And it worked.
"Ya know Jones, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you and that hippy-kid Rogers were faerie-pansies together." He continued after the crowd had quieted, a slimy smirk on his heavily freckled face. No one even breathed; they hung onto Red's every word, giving each accusation their undivided attention.
"So how 'bout it Jones, is hippy-kid your boyfriend or what?"
Freddy was standing by now, every muscle in his body tensed and ready to drive his fist into Red Herring's face until it was the color of his hair. But he forced his fists to unclench. He did not want to get into trouble in school for beating the tar out of Red Herring, no matter how much he deserved it.
The best thing to do right now was to walk away. Walk away before he changed his mind and rearranged Red's face. With a deep, hissing breath, he forced his feet to carry him away from Red Herring, his insults, and his accusations.
"That's right Jones, walk away. Bet hippy-kid is waiting on ya. Give him a nice big kiss for me!" Red Herring shouted to his retreating back, laughing hoarsely at his joke.
"Freddy!" Daphne had risen from her seat and wrapped both her arms around his to prevent his leave. "You promised to spend time with me! Where are you going?" she whined, pleading with large violet eyes.
But Fred had had enough. He wrenched his arm from her grasp, causing her to gap in surprise, eyes widened and startled.
"I'm going to see my boyfriend!" he spat at her and continued his angry retreat. He left her and the "in crowd" table open mouthed and frozen in place.
From there, Freddy went to his next classroom and laid his head on his assigned desk, taking deep breaths.
There was still fifteen minutes left in the lunch period. He hadn't eaten. And he didn't feel like it.
Sorry, no Shaggy in this chapter. Just a whole lot of Fred. Sorry to all Daphne fans. Comments are welcome, flames are not. if anyone has an idea for the title of this story, I wanna hear it, no matter what it is. It's a whole lot better than the title I got going now.
"Goodnight, Wisconsin!" ~NsDb