Shaggy did what Vincent had told him to do. He hung out with Addison in order to combat these monstrous urges that surged every now and then, Addison proved to be very delightful company. She listened to him when he needed it, she took him into the outside world and made sure he was entertained on the days where they couldn't leave the house for whatever reason. Overall, she was helping him adapt so that one day he could live normally again. Crystal helped too but Googie seemed wary of him still. Even though they had agreed to start over Shaggy felt as if Googie wasn't a hundred percent committed. Still, Shaggy tried to uphold his end of the agreement. It wasn't going so well though. So, Shaggy hung around Addison and talked very little with Googie. One day when Googie and Crystal were gone to their respective jobs, Addison was telling Shaggy stories of high school. She told him stories of the guys who thought they were tough until they saw a spider. Of girls who never quit taking pictures of themselves. Of the quiet kids who kept to themselves. Addison was none of these things. She was herself. She used to lose her homework, put off studying and sleep until noon on weekends.

Yet, she graduated early and moved in with her friends. She committed to running her blog and it was paying off.

"You could write a book with all of these stories Addison," Shaggy commented.

"Nah, not really," Addison shrugged as she cooked lunch.

Shaggy sat quietly watching Addison as she cooked. The smell of chicken drifted from the stove. Addison moved to the fridge in order to grab the drinks. Every time she moved past him Shaggy caught her scent. Little did Addison know just how hard she was making it for him.

So vulnerable, you'll easily overpower her.

Shaggy shook his head. He wouldn't give in. no way! Addison returned to the stove, turning it off before making them each a plate. She sat across from him and ate her food completely unaware of the internal struggle Shaggy was having.

Do it.

Take her.

Do it.

You want to.

You know you do.

Shaggy stood up from the table causing Addison to regard him with curiosity.

"I'm not hungry anymore," Shaggy said.

"Okay, I'll wrap the leftovers," Addison replied.

Shaggy headed to his room and fell onto his bed. He covered his head with the pillows and tried not to listen.

Do it already.

He didn't want to but he found himself headed to Addison. She had finished her lunch and now was curled up reading. She didn't hear nor, did she see him. He stood behind her now.

That's it Shaggy!

He bent down, ready to strike. He stopped as soon as he realized what he was doing. Without letting Addison know he was there he bolted back to his room. He needed help. He needed it fast. If Googie or Crystal had seen that well, Shaggy would be back on the streets. He didn't want that.

What could he do now?