My Favorite Mistake
Chapter Six: Respect
Genre: Alternate Universe
Summary: This is the alternate origin of how Scooby and the gang met.
Scooby Doo and the Gang belong to Hannah-Barbera. The rest belongs to me. Also I don't know much about what's going on in 1968 so bear with me, will you? So, don't sent me hate-mail for anachronism!
~Fred's POV~
To tell you the truth; the good news is that I got to school on time, but the bad news is that my aunt and uncle would kill me if I left the family station wagon in the middle of the road. Luckily, I have track team tryouts after school so that would leave me so that would leave me some time to find a more reasonable and persuasive excuse than "It's just broke down!" Aw! Who am I kidding! Uncle Ed is going to kill me no matter what I say!
At the track field, the track team coach, Coach Larson is running late. So to pass the time, me and a couple of my friends were passing around a football. As for me, I was too busy looking at Daphne and her big-shot boyfriend. I was envious when I saw Daphne wearing his high school sweater.
" Fred? Fred!" One of my friends, Louis said. I whipped by head to him. Louis said that I didn't notice that he was throwing to me and now I have to go get the ball and throw back to him. I turned around to find the ball and the football land on beside the feet of a scrawny guy with shaggy light brown hair. I looked at him and the first thing on my mind is what in the world is a hippie like him doing here in the Coolsville Senior High Football field? I didn't mean to sound bias or anything! It's just too weird to see!
The hippie was stretching his legs for the tryouts. I called out, " Hey Shaggy!" It would be insulting to called a hippie, so I have to called him something. Then I notice how his hair is so unkempt and messy.
Luckily, the hippie responded and said in a really high voice, " Like, are you talking to me?"
I nodded and smiled. " Yeah, I'm talking to you!" I said to him. " Hey, would you do me a favor and threw the football to me?"
The hippie notices the football at his feet and throw it back to me. Unfortunately, the football threw farther than I excepted and accidentally hits Jack upside the head. Oh, God! This isn't good!
I turned to the hippie, who is extremely scared out of its wits by his actions at the moment. Then, I turned back to Jack, who is very furious and demanded who started it. Everyone simultaneously pointed at the same hippie who threw the football at him.
" It's him!"
" That's shaggy boy!"
" It's that shaggy hippie!"
I watched as Jack walked over to him, while two other of Jack's jockey friends grabbed the hippie from behind in order for Jack and the jocks to beat the stuffing out of him as half the jocks chanted "Fight" and cheer for the jocks on this display of barbarity.
I couldn't stand the sight of someone like him being abuse on something that he did on accident. So I run towards the crowd and tried to break the fight. As I made it through the mob, it was hopeless! There is no way that I can save that shaggy hippie while fighting through a wild horde of jocks, cheerleaders, and the rest of the Coolsville Senior High student body! I halted my track as a voice of an angel came.
" Jack Anderson! Stop this!" Wait a second! I know that voice! It's Daphne! I looked up and saw her front of the hippie with her arms wide open and stern, powerful purposeful expression on her face as she was defending him.
" Move over, babe." Jack said. " This is going get ugly."
" No!" Daphne said as she picked the hippie lying on the grass. " Jack, how can you do this to him!"
" What's the problem, babe?"
I don't like the look on Daphne's eyes as her eyes crossed and her teeth are gritted. It's quite oblivious that Jack doesn't know Daphne that much. Reason: let's just say you will never- ever mess with Daphne Blake when she's this mad.
" First, answer my question. Why are you doing this to him?"
" It's quite oblivious, Daphne!"
" What do you mean?!"
I should help her or back her up. But I think Daphne is strong enough to take out her own boyfriend. I should know; I was her best friend and you'll never mess with Daphne when she was this mad!
Boy, I sure pity that hippie, who is still pain by the thrashing of those jocks.
" Because it's fun to beat up someone is inferior to us! Besides, you would do the same thing too, if some second-rate loser is getting in the way!"
" I don't believe this! Do you really think beating up someone is fun?!" Jack only hesitated, but that all Daphne needs to know. Her face turned red as her anger blew up like an inferno. " That's it! We are so through, Jack Anderson!" She hissed as she took off her jacket and threw it on the floor.
Then, Daphne picked up the hippie and turns to me. " Are you coming, Fred?"
I quickly get up from the mess I crashed in and help Daphne dragging Norville through the bewildered crowd. As we take the hippie out of there, I swear I could hear Daphne's girlfriends saying, " Daphne Blake is so history" or something like that.
" Like thanks, you guys." The hippie said as we dragged him to the bench, where we placed him there.
Daphne smiled at him as she crouched down and glanced at him. Lucky hippie! Smile from her is like giving out gold! I saw Daphne put her hands on the hippie's face. I hate to admit it, but I was envious!
" Good thing my good-for-nothing ex-boyfriend hits you in the stomach." Daphne said touching his face. " School pictures are coming in two weeks and I hate to see that handsome face of yours gone to waste."
Lucky hippie! I wish Daphne could say that to me! I know it's selfish for me to say but it's true.
" Like, it's nice of you to say that." The hippie replied. " But you're not my type."
Daphne giggled, " Of course. I was just joking." Boy, that was a relief! She looked up to me and introduced the hippie that is known as Norville Rogers. After a few short minutes, I get to know about Norville and some reason- he's seems like a really nice guy! But I prefer him to be known as Shaggy.
Why you asked? Let's just say it's his new nickname around the track field!
" Norville!" A female voice ranged. All three of us turned around and saw two girls around our age and Great Dane. One of the girls, some hippie with straight dark hair that might resembled Cher, runs to Shaggy and puts her arms flirtatious around him while Daphne and I backed away from the them.
" I don't think we've met." Another voice said. I turned and saw a little girl with the same dark brown hair as the hippie-chick. " I'm Velma and over there is my sister, Liberty."
I turn again to the hippie known as Liberty, who is still toying with Shaggy. Liberty? Hmm... It's figures. You know, that's she's a hippie and all.
Daphne smiled as she crouched down to the Great Dane's level and smiled. " And who is this fella?"
Velma smiled at Daphne, who is rubbing the Great Dane's head. " That's Scooby Doo, and I guess you already met Norville."
The moment was interrupted with Coach Larsen's whistle. All five of us (six if you included Scooby) all turned around and saw the coach, catching his breath. " I heard what happen," he turned to a beat-up Shaggy, sitting on the bench with Liberty. " Sorry, Rogers. There's some bit of... disturbance around the track field."
" What do you mean 'disturbance'?" Daphne asked.
" It's none of your concerns, Miss. But I wish what in God's names what is that..." The Coach trailed off as he notices something from Shaggy. " Rogers, Are you okay?"
Shaggy was looking green in the face as he held his mouth and his stomach! Oh, God! I know that feeling. Believe me, I know what's it's like to be sucker punch in the stomach! Especially in a full stomach! " Like, I need to use the bathroom."
He gagged as he made a mad dash to the boy's locker room. Larson was wide open as he watch Shaggy runs like a jackrabbit. " Wow! He's fast... for a hippie, but we got to something about that hair!"
I nodded, as I was surprised as well. Boy, that guy can run as if he's is running away from someone. " Jones!" The coach called, I looked at him. He looked down to his clipboard. " Fredrick Jones?" He looked at me with his hard eyes. " You're Robert's boy aren't you?"
I said 'yes' when I reminiscence my late father's glory as track star when he was a student at Coolsville Senior High. Aunt Shirley said that I inherited his speed and strength from him. My dad was a great man.
" All right then, after others take their turn; we're going to see if you're fast like your father use to be." Coach Larsen said as he left. I walked towards the track field when a voice halted me.
" Hey, Fred!" I turned around and looked at Daphne, standing near the bleachers with Liberty, Velma and Scooby behind them, sitting.
" It's pretty nice to you." She said. " You know, trying to defend Norville and all- I mean, Shaggy." Daphne paused a few microseconds. " I hope you didn't see me as this superficial, snobby girl."
That's horse crap! How can she say stuff like that?! I never- EVER in my existence thought of her that way!
I walked up to her and ran my hand in her shimmering red-orange hair. " I never think of you that way." I said to her. " Believe me, I know you ever since we're in Catholic school."
" I know." Daphne said as she looks at me. " Listen, I'm sorry you have to see that."
" See what?"
" You know me fighting with Jack."
I smiled at her. " Hey, I'm your best friend and I stand by you thick or thin. In the good times and bad. Especially in this situation."
I felt quite silly until Daphne looked at me with those beautiful eyes and showered me with those pearly whites. I could've sworn that she was blushing.
You know? I guess this day isn't so bad as I excepted to be!
One long, lame chapter, but I promise its gets shorter and more cooler!
Author's Note: Your fellow author just made a little boo-boo; it's a factual error! See the day that Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy and Scooby are originally on Monday, September 14, 1968. Also, the day that Velma has her first sight on Shaggy and Scooby is on Sunday, September 13, 1968. But some how, I miscalculated the date, and the day that the gang met is actually on Monday, September 16, 1968 and... You get the idea! So, forgive me for my foolishness!
Next Chapter: Game of Love (Shaggy's POV).