Glamour Life

Summary: Everyone in the Scooby Gang has now officially gone their separate ways. But what happens when two people unexpectedly get reunited. Fred/Daphne.

Disclaimer: I do nawt own Scooby Doo. At all. Boohoo.

Chapter 2

Fred's eyes fluttered open and he groaned as he felt the pain of the pulled ligament in his shoulder. He had pulled it at his last game. Fred rubbed his shoulder, hoping to make the pain go away with no such luck. He rolled over in bed only to hit the warm body lying next to him. He gazed at the body up and down and realized that it belonged to his girlfriend, Amber Sherard. Her auburn hair was neatly sitting on the pillow surrounding her heart-shaped face. Since her eyes were closed, Amber's glowing green eyes were concealed beneath her eyelids. Fred rolled to the other side of the bed and grabbed the remote to his television. He clicked the 'on' button and the news blasted incredibly loudly. Fred quickly turned the TV down, so he would not wake his girlfriend. Fred didn't really like watching the news, so he changed the channel. It was a station called 'QDXT' and the show 'Glamour Life' was playing. He had no idea what this show was, or what happened on it, but it was better than the news so he kept on watching. The cameras zoomed in on the host's face. Below the close-up, this subtitle-ish-thing revealed that her name was Daphne Blake. Fred gasped, for he knew the host of the show. He turned towards his girlfriend and shook her awake.

"Amber! AMBER!" he called.

"What?" she groggily replied. "It's only one in the afternoon, Freddy; we went to sleep at six!"

"And why was that?"

"Because we went to a party,"

"And who came up with the idea to go to the party?"

"Uh...me?"

"Precisly. Anyhow, I just wanted to show you what Daphne looks like," he said, while pointing to the television screen.

"T-that's your ex-girlfriend?" Amber stammered. She was worried, it was obvious that Daphne was pretty; and although Amber was prettier, there was something about Daphne that reminded Amber of herself. Maybe that's why Fred wanted to date her, because she was sort of like Daphne. Although Amber wasn't quite sure how they were similar…Amber refused to think about that. She knew-er…thought…that Fred wanted to date her because he loved her, not because she was similar to his past-girlfriend.

"Yeah, I guess she lives in California too," Fred stated.

"Turn it up! I want to watch!" Amber demanded.

"Fine," Fred mumbled. He clicked the remote once again and turned the volume up.

"What is your movie about, Millie?" Daphne questioned.

"Well, it takes place in the 60's, like the hippie part of the 60's-" Millie was cut off by Daphne's loud giggles. "What's so funny?"

"N-nothing, just…I've had some interesting experiences with the 60's…the hippie era, actually," explained Daphne.

"What do you mean?" Daphne laughed again.

"Last time I checked I was the one asking the questions and you were the one answering them,"

"Aw, come on, I want to hear your story!" Millie insisted.

"Alright, fine," Daphne started. "In the 60's, me, three other people and a Great Dane named Scooby Doo solved mysteries,"

"Go on…" Millie urged.

"But these weren't just any mysteries; these were mysteries where the monster always turned out to be a fake in a mask,"

"What would you do to solve the mysteries?" inquired Millie.

"Actually, I'd search for clues until this certain muscular boy with blonde hair would tell us to 'split up' then me and the certain boy would run off and do it in a broom closet," Daphne started to giggle again. "I think the other two members should have suspected something because we never came back with any clues,"

"Wow…" Millie muttered.

"Yeah, well, there was me, the muscular boy with blonde hair, the smart girl, the dog, and the hippie," Daphne said. "Now, don't get me wrong, I loved solving mysteries, it was the greatest joy in my life…especially the broom closet part…but somehow, something happened, and all of us…split up," Daphne paused. "I've really only talked to the smart girl, who, by the way, is coming out here this Thursday. But, I've really wanted to find out what happened with the other gang members. Mostly the muscular boy with blonde hair,"

"What's his name?"

"You probably won't believe me if I tell you…"

"Come on, of course I will,"

"Well, his name's Fred," Daphne took a deep breath. She was worried the audience wouldn't believe her because he was so famous and all. "Fred Jones. The famous first baseman for the Dodgers"

"Fred!" Amber yelled. "Broom closet?" Fred blushed. He didn't mean for anybody to find out about that…

"Yeah, well…I was young, I didn't know much better," Fred casually explained.

"That's no excuse," Amber stated. "You should have at least told me about that!"

"S-sorry…I guess I didn't feel the need to,"

"And she SAID that she wanted to talk to you, get acquainted again," Amber cruelly spat. "And you're not going to talk to her, you don't need to…you have me, remember?"

"Yeah, I still remember you, Amber," Fred's eyes narrowed. He didn't know his girlfriend was so cold-hearted. "But she gave me a thought…I'm going to call-"

"Her? No you're not!" Amber screamed.

"No, I'm going to call Shaggy,"

"Who's Shaggy?"

"The hippie," Fred simply stated. He decided Amber would get it if he explained it like Daphne had. He was going to call Daphne, though. No matter what Amber said, he had always wanted to talk to her again; and he was glad that the feeling was mutual. "Amber? I'm going to ask you to leave…"

"Okay, goodbye, Freddy," Amber kissed Fred and left his house. Once he was sure that she was gone, he picked up the phone, searched for his phone book, and dialed Shaggy's number.

"Hey, man," Shaggy greeted.

"Hi, Shaggy, It's me, Fred!"

"Freddy? Ha. I was just thinking about calling you, did you see Daphne's show?" He briefly paused. "She mentioned you,"

"Yeah…I saw," Fred started blushing all over again, but luckily, nobody was at his house, so nobody noticed. "What have you been up to, Shaggy?"

"I work at the Scooby Snack Factory, me and Scooby Jr., that is," Scooby Jr. was the three-year-old puppy that Shaggy had adopted when Scooby Doo had died. "I'm in the flavors department. I make up the new flavors…and I taste-test them too,"

"Sounds fun…where do you live?"

"Coolsville,"

"Still?"

"Yep…" Shaggy's voice trailed off. "I didn't know you played baseball,"

"Oh, yeah, I do," Fred boasted. "First baseman,"

"Is that fun?"

"Of course, I love baseball," Fred rubbed his shoulder. "Except when you get hurt…"

"Yow. Like, I'm sorry man," Shaggy sincerely said. "You know what I've been thinking?"

"What?"

"The gang should have a-a reunion type thing,"

"Shaggy!" Fred's face lit up. "That's a great idea!"

"We'd have to plan it…"

"How about you come to California next week…or this week," Fred suggested. "Daphne said, on her show, that Velma's coming out Thursday, and both Daphne and I live in California, so it'd be easiest this way,"

"I'll get tickets tonight, and then I'll call you to tell you when I'm coming,"

"Great," Fred smiled. "This is going to be great," He heard a click come from the other line, saying that Shaggy had hung up, so Fred followed suit. He turned his attention back to the television, where "Glamour Life" was still playing.

"I can't believe you knew FRED JONES!" Millie exclaimed. "He's like…one of my favorite athletes!"

"Okay, well now…who are your OTHER favorite athletes?" Daphne asked. Obviously wanting to go back to the way the show was supposed to be.

"Oh, I don't know, but Fred is definitely up there…tell me more about him!" Daphne started to blush. She couldn't believe that she told people all around the nation about her love life as a high-schooler. That was so unlike her; she had kept everything a secret up until now. She felt terrible. Daphne wondered what Fred would say if he saw today's show. Actually, she preferred not to think of the possibilities.

"Heh. Would you look at that? We're out of time! …Too bad…" Daphne sighed. "It was nice talking to you, Millie,"

"And it was absolutely fantastic talking to you, Daphne," she smiled. "I'm so glad I got to hear a little about your life,"

"Yeah…" Daphne monotonously droned. "I'm glad that I-" Daphne took a deep breath. "Finally got to share all that with…millions of people,"

"Whelp, goodbye…" Millie bid while walking out of the set. Daphne heard people applaud (the loudest they've ever applauded, actually), and some actually gave her a standing ovation. Though it wasn't really for Millie, per se, it was for Daphne. She covered her face in her hands and tried to calm her nerves. It didn't really work very well, though…

Fred thought about the difference between how Daphne acted at the beginning of the show and how she acted at the end of the show. He wondered if Daphne was regretting the fact that she told millions of viewers about her and Fred's relationship. Fred knew that he had to call Daphne. He searched through the phone book and found QDXT studios. He dialed the number and waited for it to ring. Unfortunately, it didn't ring…it was busy. So, he waited five minutes and then called again. This time, somebody answered.

"May I help you?" the voice questioned. "More praise for today's show, perhaps?"

"Uhm…no," Fred needed to come up with a different name…because since he was so well known, people would definitely freak out. "I'm…Bob…Roberts and I want to speak to Daphne,"

"Sorry, son, she left already,"

"Can I have her phone number?"

"Do you know her or are you just a fan?"

"We go way back…we dated in high school,"

"Very well then," the person on the other line sifted through files and then finally grabbed something. "Her number is 555-3812,"

"Thank you very much," Fred hung up the phone, picked it up again and dialed Daphne's number. Hopefully she'd be home...after the fifth ring; Daphne's voice answered the phone. It sounded like she had been crying.

"Um…hello?" Daphne stated.

"Hi, this is," Fred thought about giving his fake name, but then decided against it. "It's Fred," and that's all he had to say to make Daphne start bawling again.