Chapter Two

Velma Dinkley shows up knocking in about twenty minutes, Fred is quick to get the door. His friend stood there, her usaul attire, a heavy, orange sweater and jeans with sneakers not on. Instead, she wore a blue tank top, and a mini skirt with stockings and a pair of black ankle boots.

"What the hell did you do with Velma? You know my nerdy friend."

The girl smirks, "You gonna let me in or what?"

Fred moves out of the way to let her in.

Setting down her bag she says, "I didn't know you had a dog. You never told me."

She takes out some beef jerky and holds it out to the great Dane. The dog glady eats it, pushing it's nose in her hand to get more.

"Mr. J died, and his kids didn't want him so my mom took him in."

She pets the dog, her small hand running through it's fur.

"What's his name?"

"I'd named him Scooby."

"Scooby?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, it's just I've never heard that before."

"Well that's cuz I'd named it on the spot."

"Does he do any tricks?"

"Yeah- um, he shits a lot, eats a lot - I don't know I think he misses his old man."

Velma sits on the sofa, still spoiling the dog with beef jerky,

"Maybe he does miss his old man, or maybe he hates the name Scooby."

She laughs then, her occasional snort peppering the chuckle.

"Whatever, I bet you would of called him, dark knight or some shit."

"Better than Scooby. This dog sure can eat," she settles her empty pouch next to her.

"Hey have you heard from Daphne?"

Vel's face becomes strainned from what she thought was a random question, but Fred doesn't seem or possibly care to noticed.

"No, I haven't spoken with her since Friday. In fact we were in our last period."

"Oh yeah, Suton's class?"

Velma nods, remembering how Daph wanted to loose her virginity to Mike. She had to endure the talk all the way up till the bell rang.

"Can't get a hold of her, and it's weird that she skipped Monday."

"Yeah it's not like her, but I'm sure she's fine."

Fred just nods, and Velma lets it go. She smooths her hand over her short skirt, hoping for Fred's attention. Unfortunately, he takes the remote and flips through channels.

"Come on, take your shoes off - relax Vel."

She removes her boots and curls up on the couch. Fred props up his leg and streches out his arm.

"How does your mom like her new job," Velma asks staring at Scooby who lounged close to them.

"Let's not talk about my mom Vel, it's just unnessary."

Velma casts her hands up in mock offense, "Sorry, you don't have to be so serious. Hey your mom got some beers?"

Fred nods again, a idle smile crossing his face.

"Yeah, come on."

He leads the charge to the kitchen, Scooby trailing along as well. Fred opens the frigde and takes out two cold beers.

"Hang on, I'll get the bottle opener." While Fred roams through draws, Velma opens the pantry.

"Any snacks for Scooby?"

Fred twists the caps off before repling to his friend.

"Yeah, bottom shelf he has these cookies - biscuts whatever, he loves them."

"Oh, found them." Velma takes out a few, scatters them on the counter.

"Sit, Scooby."

"Vel, he doesn't do tricks." Fred sips his beer, then throwing cation to the wind, he drinks it down in gulps.

"He'll do a trick for his Scooby snack."

Fred rolls his eyes and mumbles underneath his breath.

"Scooby sit." Velma waves the cracker, instilling a response from the dog. He sits, his head held up, his eyes hopeful for his treat.

"No way, awesome - just trained your dog.

She rewards him, and pats him after. "Good boy, great job."

Fred hands Velma her beer and says, "Kay, you got me. Now stop teasing the damn mut and give him the rest."

Velma takes her beer and drinks it to half point.

"Don't you want to see what else he can do?"

"Maybe later, my mom's sleep and I don't feel like hearing her bitch."

Velma drops the snacks to the floor, and the Dane happily cleans it up looking for more. Taking another swing, Velma starts low in a creepy voice.

"So did you hear of the queer disappearances and murders happening all over Crystal Cove?"

"Any dumbass with acess to media has."

He shrugs, placing his empty bottle down.

"So what's the big deal?"

"Don't you ever think it odd, that weird things happen in Crystal Cove?"

Fred shakes his head no, "Come on Vel, don't start that shit up again."

Velma stares at Freddy, her inky, black eyes bewitching, her lips parted as if she'll reveal a secret.