AN: I OWN NOTHING OF THE SCOOBY DOO FRANCHISE!!!!
Me: How're things going so far? I'm loving the reviews so far! Thank you sooooo much to anyone who reviewed my story!
Athena: Yes the reviews have helped a lot, they motivate me to motivate her to come up with more story. :)
Annabeth: Yea they are nice, - cough - Arya - cough -
Arya:.... What?
Ajihad: It's your turn duckie.
Athena: Duckie?
Annabeth: You know he gets weirder everyday?
Me: Of course he does! He's dead!
Arya: Ummm... so anyway, please enjoy the story! -
Annabeth: And don't forget to review!
Arya: Hey! That was -
Annabeth: Your line? Precisely.
Me: - hidden laughter - On with the story!
Chapter Twelve: Stay
"I don't know... he's feeling a bit rough." Fred explained.
"Why? What happened? He isn't hurt is he?" Daphne asked frantically.
"Yes... but not in the way, you're thinking."
"What do you mean? What's wrong?"
Fred sighed. So many questions and he only knew so much. "Come with me." He said as he walked towards the door and out into the snow, a few yards away from the treehouse. Once Daphne was with him, he made sure he was out of earshot of Shaggy. He dropped his voice to barely a whisper and said, "Shaggy kissed her."
"Who? Velma?" Daphne almost shouted. Fred out a finger to his lips, and Daphne nodded. "Velma?" She whispered. Fred nodded his response and Daphne let out a smile. "Why is he upset about that? I think it's cute."
"Well he thinks she hates him." Fred whispered back but soon motioned for all noise to stop. They heard the sound of snow falling to the ground and vinyl sliding accross wood. Shaggy was off the roof.
Shaggy carefully slid off the roof and onto the soft, snow covered ground below. What point was there to just sitting there feeling sorry for himself? He walked up the back steps, through the back door, and into the treehouse. Was it his imagination, or did he just see the brunnette hair, just visible over the arm of the couch, he thought he saw? Shaggy walked cautiously over to the couch, fearing, yet wanting, what he might see. His conflicting thoughts were correct, there on the couch lay Velma, fast asleep in her bright orange jacket, red skirt, and orange leggings. He kneeled down next to the couch in front of her.
"Velma... wake up." He whispered. When she didn't move, he took his hand and gently nudged her shoulder. "Velma...." This time she stirred slightly and slowly opened her eyes.
"Shaggy...?" She whispered, hoping it was him.
"Yea... it's me." He said, moving to get up. Velma, slowly and shakily, reached out her hand to stop him.
"Don't go...." Her voice was barely audible. "Stay...."
