don't let go
Chapter 3: Don't you wanna be more than friends?
"And I was like Oh My God! Cause this Velma-she's sweet and all, but...inviting me to her birthday! NO!" Sadie giggled.
Daphne looked at her. "Dinkley isn't so bad. She's really nice, once you get past her nerdiness. She's only nasty to you guys cause you've been nasty to her. Like you were to me."
The group were silent.
Daphne smiled slightly. Her words had taken effect. "It hurts, you know."
"We know that now." Fred said softly. He was sat next to Daphne, his arm close to being draped around her shoulders.
"Yes, but it would've been better if you'd known it then."
"Well, we'll never do that kind of thing again." Devon vowed, and Daphne believed him.
"Oh, shoot! I'm meeting Vel at the library in 10 minutes-gotta go!" Daphne scrambled off the bench and wandered in the direction of the library.
Devon watched her walk away. "She is one fine lookin' woman."
"Got that right." Fred said softly.
Sadie and Ann-Marie looked thoughtful. "And she's really nice."
"Good moral courage an all that."
Fred sighed. "She's the only girl to turn me down..."
Devon smirked. "Funny, she didn't turn me down."
"What?"
"I've got a date with her on Friday."
"What ya doin?"
"That's for me to know and for you to work out. Excuse me." Devon went over to talk to someone.
Fred groaned. Only one thing happened on Devon's dates-the girl fell head over heels for him and was never seen normally again. "She's doomed."
"Well, Daphne's strong. She might come out differently."
"I hope so."
Ann-Marie smiled softly. "You're in love with her, aren't you Freddy?"
"What? I like her, but in love with her..."
"I think you are, Fred. I never thought you were the type, you know. But I would've matched you and Daph up."
"But she doesn't like me like that."
"She might do, but she's being attracted to Devon right now."
"She's been attracted to him for two years, since she was 14." Fred sighed. He was 17 this year, and Daphne had been 16 about a month ago.
"And how long have you been attracted to her?"
"You're gonna judge me."
"We're gonna do that anyway. Spill."
"On the last day before she left, in fourth grade, she turned me down and slapped me 3 times. That got me attracted."
"You mazzo!"
"No, not cause she slapped me, but cause she turned me down. I was intrigued, I wanted to know why. She's a challenge."
Daphne studied with Velma almost every day. That way they kept up in school, and kept up their friendships. Daphne had always made a point of being around the "losergeeks" occasionally, so she didn't get too "popular girly" as she put it. However, today the study had ended early.
"Oh, Vel-you'll never guess who I'm on a date with on Friday?"
"Fred?"
"No, not him." Daphne pushed away the idea that it might be nice to date Fred.
"Devon?"
"Yeah! Devon is taking me out somewhere! I can't wait!"
"Well, today is Thursday, you don't have long to wait."
"Say, Vel-you wanna come shopping after school? I want a new outfit, and I've seen a dress that is totally you."
Velma smiled. "That could be fun...Yeah, OK!"
"Just you and me. We'll get something to eat, too."
"That Friday, I'll be at the movies....With Shaggy."
Daphne smiled. She wasn't quite sure if Shaggy was over Velma or not. "I'm sure you'll have fun. What you seeing?"
"Oh, that Mysterious Five film." (A/N: ANd I think we all know why I picked mysterious 5 ;D )
"I've heard about that."
"Yeah, should be fun. Apparently it's a really good mystry, too."
"You'll crack it soon enough, Vel."
Velma grinned. She and Daphne had been hooked on mystery novels since they could read. Recently Daphne had got Fred to read them, and he was addicted, too. Shaggy was kind of into them, in a way-as long as they weren't too scary, he was fine. If they were, the book went into the freezer. (A/N: Just like Joey ^_^) Velma had something of a reputation that she would crack the case within the first 20 pages. "I should hope so."
Daphne and Velma shopped, and finally they came away with simple enough purchases-Daphne bought a short purple dress with a pink design down the side, Velma bought the dress Daphne had seen which was longish and a deep orange with some cream coloured embroidery around the hems.
The afternoon was finished with a meal at the local pizzeria.
"That dress really suits you, Vel. Everyone will be shocked."
"It's a nice length...I guess."
"Oh, you know you love it."
"It'll be the dressiest thing I own. At least it's orange."
Daphne giggled. "You are to orange as I am to purple."
"That is SO a MENSA question!" (A/N: Does the US have MENSA?!)
Fred descended on them, having seen them eating. "Hey, ladies."
"Oh, hey Freddie." Daphne smiled. "Pizza?"
"Sure. Hi, urm, Thelma is it?"
"Velma. You should know, you've teased me about it often enough." Velma gave him a death glare.
"Look, I'm, uh, sorry about all that, you know with the whole...teasing you mercilessly thing."
"So you should be." Velma and Daphne said darkly, then giggled.
Fred smiled. "You two should be twins."
"We practically are." Velma glanced at her watch. "Daph, I've gotta go. See you later."
"See you, Vel. I'll ring you."
"Yeah. Bye!"
"Bye!" Velma walked out of the door, and Fred sat in her seat. "She doesn't like you."
"No, she doesn't."
"And do you know why?"
"I teased her?"
"And?"
"There's an and?"
"Oh, there's an and alright. She..and I...were crazy about you in 5th grade. And you were awful to us! And of course the whole incident at the gate. You were really nasty, and it looked like you liked me-and not her."
Fred looked at her. "I did like you." He said quietly.
Daphne almost spat out her pizza. "WHAT?"
"I liked you."
"Then why the hell did you call me Daffy and go along with all that?!"
"Cause if I did, I wouldn't be popular."
Daphne glared at him. "I didn't think you were that shallow."
"Now I'm not. Then I was. I'm sorry."
"You don't know about...what I told you about Vel."
"I don't know what?"
She smiled. "Good."
"I'm sorry I was shallow and all that."
"It's OK. I know you aren't now."
"I always knew you liked me. Or at least I always hoped."
"No one likes a smart arse, Fred."
"Daphne, this Saturday, I'm going to see that Mysterious Five movie...do you wanna come with me?" He smiled hopefully.
Daphne smiled gratefully. "I'd love to. I just hope that, you know, Devon doesn't take me to the movie tomorrow."
Fred grinned slightly. "Then you can tell me the ending!"
Daphne nodded. "Deal."
They got up and left, having finished the meal. "Walk you home?"
"Sure."
Finally, they reached Daphne's door. "Thanks, Fred."
"I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Daph."
"Bye, Fred." Daphne paused before Fred left. "Wait." She leant towards him and kissed him on the cheek.
Fred grinned broadly as Daphne waved goodbye, closing her door. After she'd left, he practically skipped down the street to his house.
"So, where we going?" Daphne sat in the car, relaxing into the seat.
"I know this club...It's 18s only." Devon smiled, driving.
"But I'm 16. And you're only 17."
"1 year, 2 years-who cares!"
"What if we get asked for ID?"
"We won't."
Finally, they reached the club. As they queued, finally it came to Daphne and Devon. The bouncer smiled.
"Hey, girlie-purple suits you."
"And don't I know it." She swept in.
"Urm, can I see some ID, sir?"
Devon floundered. "Oh, ID, yeah-"
"It's OK-he's with me." Daphne smiled prettily.
"Hmm. Alright."
They got into the club.
"Daphne, that was amazing!"
"Hey, I've always looked older than I am." She smiled brightly.
He eyed her up and down. "Yeah, you do."
She flushed. "Oh, well, urm, oh, yes, well...."
After a while, Devon sidled up to her. "Daph, you wanna...come back to mine?"
"What for?"
He kissed her passionately.
"Oh."
They left the club, and went quickly to the car. Devon glanced at her. "Actually, it might be easier if we didn't have to wait..."
They drove a little while before Devon stopped the car to kiss her.
When it came down to it, Daphne found the kiss to be not that nice. It was more slimy and grabby than romantic-but this was Devon...the school hunk.
"Let's use the backseat...bigger....more room." He muttered huskily.
A last minute scramble took place as they got through to the back seat. The kisses continued, heavier, deeper, until his hand wandered to her skirt.
"No!"
"Fine, fine..."
He continued to kiss her as she tried to deal with where his hand had been, before his hand went to the other end of her dress.
"I said no!"
He paused. "Don't you wanna be more than just friends?"
She bit her lip. "Well...."
He kissed her again, and for a while it was OK, until his hand wandered again. That was the last straw. She slapped him, and ran out of the car. "You're a jerk! A perverted jerk!"
"Daphne, you're just a little slut. Why else would I go on a date with you? I only asked you cause I thought I'd score...you're not attractive, you're just a spoilt little princess! You think you're some wonderful saint cause you're friends with losergeeks. You're one of them. I hate you! Bitch!"
Daphne ran, crying. The perfect Devon? How could he?!
Thanks for the reviews! Don't you just HATE Devon? Luckily, I own him, so I get to decide what happens to him...heh heh heh. Anyway! I only own him and the other "popular" girlies.
Incidentally-I've never really watched A Pup Named Scooby Doo. So I probably go against the entire series, but hey....c'est la vie! But seriously-if I make a MAJOR faux pas, PLEASE let me know, and I shall rectify it. If it screws up the plot, then this will magically become AU ~_^
Chapter 3: Don't you wanna be more than friends?
"And I was like Oh My God! Cause this Velma-she's sweet and all, but...inviting me to her birthday! NO!" Sadie giggled.
Daphne looked at her. "Dinkley isn't so bad. She's really nice, once you get past her nerdiness. She's only nasty to you guys cause you've been nasty to her. Like you were to me."
The group were silent.
Daphne smiled slightly. Her words had taken effect. "It hurts, you know."
"We know that now." Fred said softly. He was sat next to Daphne, his arm close to being draped around her shoulders.
"Yes, but it would've been better if you'd known it then."
"Well, we'll never do that kind of thing again." Devon vowed, and Daphne believed him.
"Oh, shoot! I'm meeting Vel at the library in 10 minutes-gotta go!" Daphne scrambled off the bench and wandered in the direction of the library.
Devon watched her walk away. "She is one fine lookin' woman."
"Got that right." Fred said softly.
Sadie and Ann-Marie looked thoughtful. "And she's really nice."
"Good moral courage an all that."
Fred sighed. "She's the only girl to turn me down..."
Devon smirked. "Funny, she didn't turn me down."
"What?"
"I've got a date with her on Friday."
"What ya doin?"
"That's for me to know and for you to work out. Excuse me." Devon went over to talk to someone.
Fred groaned. Only one thing happened on Devon's dates-the girl fell head over heels for him and was never seen normally again. "She's doomed."
"Well, Daphne's strong. She might come out differently."
"I hope so."
Ann-Marie smiled softly. "You're in love with her, aren't you Freddy?"
"What? I like her, but in love with her..."
"I think you are, Fred. I never thought you were the type, you know. But I would've matched you and Daph up."
"But she doesn't like me like that."
"She might do, but she's being attracted to Devon right now."
"She's been attracted to him for two years, since she was 14." Fred sighed. He was 17 this year, and Daphne had been 16 about a month ago.
"And how long have you been attracted to her?"
"You're gonna judge me."
"We're gonna do that anyway. Spill."
"On the last day before she left, in fourth grade, she turned me down and slapped me 3 times. That got me attracted."
"You mazzo!"
"No, not cause she slapped me, but cause she turned me down. I was intrigued, I wanted to know why. She's a challenge."
Daphne studied with Velma almost every day. That way they kept up in school, and kept up their friendships. Daphne had always made a point of being around the "losergeeks" occasionally, so she didn't get too "popular girly" as she put it. However, today the study had ended early.
"Oh, Vel-you'll never guess who I'm on a date with on Friday?"
"Fred?"
"No, not him." Daphne pushed away the idea that it might be nice to date Fred.
"Devon?"
"Yeah! Devon is taking me out somewhere! I can't wait!"
"Well, today is Thursday, you don't have long to wait."
"Say, Vel-you wanna come shopping after school? I want a new outfit, and I've seen a dress that is totally you."
Velma smiled. "That could be fun...Yeah, OK!"
"Just you and me. We'll get something to eat, too."
"That Friday, I'll be at the movies....With Shaggy."
Daphne smiled. She wasn't quite sure if Shaggy was over Velma or not. "I'm sure you'll have fun. What you seeing?"
"Oh, that Mysterious Five film." (A/N: ANd I think we all know why I picked mysterious 5 ;D )
"I've heard about that."
"Yeah, should be fun. Apparently it's a really good mystry, too."
"You'll crack it soon enough, Vel."
Velma grinned. She and Daphne had been hooked on mystery novels since they could read. Recently Daphne had got Fred to read them, and he was addicted, too. Shaggy was kind of into them, in a way-as long as they weren't too scary, he was fine. If they were, the book went into the freezer. (A/N: Just like Joey ^_^) Velma had something of a reputation that she would crack the case within the first 20 pages. "I should hope so."
Daphne and Velma shopped, and finally they came away with simple enough purchases-Daphne bought a short purple dress with a pink design down the side, Velma bought the dress Daphne had seen which was longish and a deep orange with some cream coloured embroidery around the hems.
The afternoon was finished with a meal at the local pizzeria.
"That dress really suits you, Vel. Everyone will be shocked."
"It's a nice length...I guess."
"Oh, you know you love it."
"It'll be the dressiest thing I own. At least it's orange."
Daphne giggled. "You are to orange as I am to purple."
"That is SO a MENSA question!" (A/N: Does the US have MENSA?!)
Fred descended on them, having seen them eating. "Hey, ladies."
"Oh, hey Freddie." Daphne smiled. "Pizza?"
"Sure. Hi, urm, Thelma is it?"
"Velma. You should know, you've teased me about it often enough." Velma gave him a death glare.
"Look, I'm, uh, sorry about all that, you know with the whole...teasing you mercilessly thing."
"So you should be." Velma and Daphne said darkly, then giggled.
Fred smiled. "You two should be twins."
"We practically are." Velma glanced at her watch. "Daph, I've gotta go. See you later."
"See you, Vel. I'll ring you."
"Yeah. Bye!"
"Bye!" Velma walked out of the door, and Fred sat in her seat. "She doesn't like you."
"No, she doesn't."
"And do you know why?"
"I teased her?"
"And?"
"There's an and?"
"Oh, there's an and alright. She..and I...were crazy about you in 5th grade. And you were awful to us! And of course the whole incident at the gate. You were really nasty, and it looked like you liked me-and not her."
Fred looked at her. "I did like you." He said quietly.
Daphne almost spat out her pizza. "WHAT?"
"I liked you."
"Then why the hell did you call me Daffy and go along with all that?!"
"Cause if I did, I wouldn't be popular."
Daphne glared at him. "I didn't think you were that shallow."
"Now I'm not. Then I was. I'm sorry."
"You don't know about...what I told you about Vel."
"I don't know what?"
She smiled. "Good."
"I'm sorry I was shallow and all that."
"It's OK. I know you aren't now."
"I always knew you liked me. Or at least I always hoped."
"No one likes a smart arse, Fred."
"Daphne, this Saturday, I'm going to see that Mysterious Five movie...do you wanna come with me?" He smiled hopefully.
Daphne smiled gratefully. "I'd love to. I just hope that, you know, Devon doesn't take me to the movie tomorrow."
Fred grinned slightly. "Then you can tell me the ending!"
Daphne nodded. "Deal."
They got up and left, having finished the meal. "Walk you home?"
"Sure."
Finally, they reached Daphne's door. "Thanks, Fred."
"I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Daph."
"Bye, Fred." Daphne paused before Fred left. "Wait." She leant towards him and kissed him on the cheek.
Fred grinned broadly as Daphne waved goodbye, closing her door. After she'd left, he practically skipped down the street to his house.
"So, where we going?" Daphne sat in the car, relaxing into the seat.
"I know this club...It's 18s only." Devon smiled, driving.
"But I'm 16. And you're only 17."
"1 year, 2 years-who cares!"
"What if we get asked for ID?"
"We won't."
Finally, they reached the club. As they queued, finally it came to Daphne and Devon. The bouncer smiled.
"Hey, girlie-purple suits you."
"And don't I know it." She swept in.
"Urm, can I see some ID, sir?"
Devon floundered. "Oh, ID, yeah-"
"It's OK-he's with me." Daphne smiled prettily.
"Hmm. Alright."
They got into the club.
"Daphne, that was amazing!"
"Hey, I've always looked older than I am." She smiled brightly.
He eyed her up and down. "Yeah, you do."
She flushed. "Oh, well, urm, oh, yes, well...."
After a while, Devon sidled up to her. "Daph, you wanna...come back to mine?"
"What for?"
He kissed her passionately.
"Oh."
They left the club, and went quickly to the car. Devon glanced at her. "Actually, it might be easier if we didn't have to wait..."
They drove a little while before Devon stopped the car to kiss her.
When it came down to it, Daphne found the kiss to be not that nice. It was more slimy and grabby than romantic-but this was Devon...the school hunk.
"Let's use the backseat...bigger....more room." He muttered huskily.
A last minute scramble took place as they got through to the back seat. The kisses continued, heavier, deeper, until his hand wandered to her skirt.
"No!"
"Fine, fine..."
He continued to kiss her as she tried to deal with where his hand had been, before his hand went to the other end of her dress.
"I said no!"
He paused. "Don't you wanna be more than just friends?"
She bit her lip. "Well...."
He kissed her again, and for a while it was OK, until his hand wandered again. That was the last straw. She slapped him, and ran out of the car. "You're a jerk! A perverted jerk!"
"Daphne, you're just a little slut. Why else would I go on a date with you? I only asked you cause I thought I'd score...you're not attractive, you're just a spoilt little princess! You think you're some wonderful saint cause you're friends with losergeeks. You're one of them. I hate you! Bitch!"
Daphne ran, crying. The perfect Devon? How could he?!
Thanks for the reviews! Don't you just HATE Devon? Luckily, I own him, so I get to decide what happens to him...heh heh heh. Anyway! I only own him and the other "popular" girlies.
Incidentally-I've never really watched A Pup Named Scooby Doo. So I probably go against the entire series, but hey....c'est la vie! But seriously-if I make a MAJOR faux pas, PLEASE let me know, and I shall rectify it. If it screws up the plot, then this will magically become AU ~_^
