Chapter 2: Is it so hard to say, "I'm sorry"?

I stared at him, not believing what he had said. Fred looked angry and shocked, kind of a interesting combination. Damn... I am supposed to be too angry to notice how he was looking!

"Em... I... it was just..." Fred stammered. "Don't say another word. I don't want to hear anything from you." I answered back coldly. With that, I ran past him and into the set, leaving him behind, looking like he is going to faint any minute.

That day passed rather quickly, both of us are not talking to each other. Lunch was a solemn affair. My colleagues all wondered what happened between us. Well, everyday during lunch, we two were always the nosiest ones there, teasing, laughing and joking. Today was a different thing. It is so quiet, you could even hear a pin drop. Everyone had chose to be quiet for fear that they would get dragged into whatever was happening.

However, when my friend, Gwen and I went to the washroom, she took the opportunity to ask. "What happened? You and Fred were so quiet just now. Have you two had a fight or something?" "Yeah... something like that. Henry Kinsman asked me out to lunch tomorrow and he overheard it." I sighed. "Henry Kinsman? The famous reporter? Wow, that was so cool, I would die for the chance!" Gwen cried out. "Yeah right. He has just caused the biggest quarrel to break out between Fred and me." I said sarcastically.

Gwen paused to put some blush on her spotless skin, and asked, "This isn't the biggest quarrel, you two have had worse! I remembered that once that you two quarrel over a business dinner and didn't talk to each other for about two days!" "No, this is. He said something so horrible I felt I am a prostitute or something like that! I will not forgive him until he apologize!" I said angrily. "What did he say anyway?" "Well, he said I could have sex with Henry after dinner! Isn't that crude!" I nearly shouted out.

Gwen pondered over this for a moment. "Isn't it strange how Fred always got so mad when guys are after you?" "Not really." I lied. I was aware of the fact actually. I always hoped he was jealous and would confess his feelings for me. But he never did. After every incident like that, I would always dismiss the thought that he is... jealous.

"But isn't quite obvious? Fred, likes, you!" Gwen said, in a matter-of-fact tone. "I don't know. Let's go!" I said. Hoping that she won't mention it again. It worked. I noticed that Fred was still there, but he still showed no sign of apologizing. This really angered me. It is your fault, Fred Jones! Don't blame me for breaking up our perfect comradeship!

Filming finally ended at about 5. But I was still angry at Fred. How could he speak of me like that! In the end, I took the train home as I don't want to sit with him in the Mystery Machine. He was already home, sipping a cup of coffee on the couch. I walked straight to my room without even looking at him.

I flung my handbag on my bed and took a shower. How I wish the water could wash away all my troubles! After drying my hair, I went out to the kitchen to look for some dinner. I froze. There was nothing in the refrigerator! Then I remembered that I was supposed to do the shopping! I fumed. How forgetful could I get! It is all Fred's fault!

I went out to the living room and asked casually, "Hey, we are out of food." Hoping that we would patch things up. No reply. I suddenly felt a sense of loneliness. How could he treat me like that! First the insult, then the cold shoulder! Suddenly, all I want to do is to be with Velma. She would listen to me and always say something wise like, "It would all be better tomorrow. Don't worry about it." Strangely enough, it always worked.

"Velma? Do you want to go out for dinner? I couldn't find anything to cook!" I said, reminding that I was only half-lying to her. "Em... Shaggy is coming over here tonight, but I suppose I have the time to accompany you. How about Kenny Rogers' at 7? I haven't gone there for quite some time!" she said, sounding interested. "Great! See you there at 7 then! Bye!" I said, then hung up.

I decided to take my last chance at Fred. "I am going out tonight, want to tag along?" No reply. Great! You're the one in the wrong and I am supposed to apologize to you? This is so ridiculous! Well, he'll be sorry for this! I changed into my favorite purple shirt and pants, took my handbag, and left without a second glance at Fred.

Velma already sensed that something was wrong when I met her at the diner without Fred. Therefore, I had to go through the whole thing again. When I had finished, I was surprised to find tears running down my eyes. Why am I feeling sad?

"Don't cry! Everything would be all right! Velma smoothed. "He was... just so... horrible! Doesn't he... care about my feelings... at all?" I sobbed into a tissue. "My... I guessed Fred really went a bit overboard today. I think he shouldn't have said such things!" At least Velma is standing on my side!

I hugged her gratefully, and she said something else even better! "Why don't you spend the night at my house? I still have that extra set of business suit that you left at my house. You could wear that tomorrow!" "Great!" I exclaimed, and hugged her some more. This is such a great idea! I am now so angry to be Fred alone; I may just get up in the middle of the night and strangle him. And this may make him worried too, so that he will seriously consider the consequences the next time he quarrels with me!

We went to her house after dinner and we had a great time playing cards and everything else. Shaggy and Scooby came over at around 9! Wow, Fred would be furious if he knew that we four (counting Scooby) were having fun without him!

"Like, why isn't Freddy here?" Shaggy asked. Great question. Before I could attack him with my speech, Velma came to the rescue. "Oh, he had some other things on tonight." "Roo Rad!" Scooby piped out from his box of Scooby Snacks I have given him. Yeah! Too bad for him!

Just as we are about to put in a movie, the phone rang. My heart leaped. But, I motioned Velma to take it. Fred! Velma purposely turned on the loudspeaker so we could hear what he was saying. "Velms, is Daphne there? I'm really worried. She went out at around 7.30 and didn't tell me where she was going!" Fred's worried voice rang out from the speaker. I felt a pang of both satisfaction and guilt. "Em... would you like to come over? I think she is here." Velma said. "No!!!" I mouthed the word to her, going against my thoughts, but she ignored me. "Great! Thanks!" Fred said, and hung up.

"Velma! Why did you tell him that I'm here!" I half-angrily said, thrusting a cushion at her. "Well, he sounded worried, I guess I could let him know that you're here, least he walk the streets of New Yolk looking for you!" Velma said. Isn't that too fast? I wanted him to worry much longer! Now as I am so easily found, he won't be worried the next time I go missing! Thanks for that, Velms!

Half an hour later, a knocking is heard. Velma let Fred in and the second the door was open, he burst in, looking exhausted and sorry. I stared coldly at him, and then huffily sat down on the couch. Fred walked over. "Can we go home now? I am simply worked out today!"

Upon hearing this, I exploded. "Why should I go back with you? You didn't even apologize for what you have said today! I am not a prostitute who goes back with any guy just because he wants to! How could you say that to me!" I yelled at him. Fred looked very sheepish now. "Okay, I am not angry anymore. Now can we PLEASE go home now?" I couldn't believe my ears. The entire thing is not my fault! Why didn't he apologize? Is it so hard to say, "I'm sorry"?

"Why can't you apologize? Why must I be the one? I'm not in the wrong here!" I cry and said at the same time, running to the guest room. In the process I slipped over one of the Scooby Snacks that dropped on the floor. I gave a shriek and felt my head in contact with the floor.

Ouch. I've done it again, Danger-Prone Daphne. Fred, Velma, Shaggy and Scooby rush to my side. I felt pain stabbing in my head. "Are you alright Daphne?" Fred asks. "I'm sorry I said these things to you okay? Would you forgive me? Look at me! Are you alright? Don't faint!" Humph! He finally got the apology out! I was just about to answer when suddenly everything went black.