A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers! This is my very first fanfic and I really appreciate all those reviews that I got. Therefore, I have updated 2 chapters today!

Chapter 3: The long awaited apology and the date with Kinsman

Where am I? It is so dark in here... Oh no! I started panicking before my memory started functioning again. Isn't this Velma's guest room? Oh, now I remember! I crashed my head on the floor, then the blackness... I must have fainted! Oh dear! What is the time now?

I scrambled out of the bed and felt someone holding my hand. I looked back. It was Fred. His hair is all messed up, unlike usually when he combs his blond hair perfectly. Well, I must admit that he looks cute when he is sleeping. No snores coming from him either. He must be a quiet guy. I smirked at this. Quiet? He wasn't quiet when he yelled that insult at me!

At this, I remembered the fight and immediately got angry at him all over again. He is not getting away so easily! I roughly draw my hand away from his and quickly started to walk away before he wakes up.

Too late. He abruptly woke, looking wildly around for a moment, and then saw me. He jumped up, grabbed me, and carried me over to the bed. "Don't move around now, you almost had a concussion! Are you feeling dizzy, nauseous or anything? Don't keep it to yourself if you are, this won't help you one bit." I felt my lips curl upwards, and suddenly I was laughing. He sounded so much like a grandmother!

"Are you alright? Why are you laughing?" Fred asked, a tone of concern in his voice. "You... sounded so much... like my grandmother!" I said between gasps of laughter. "Hey! That isn't funny!" He laughed before poking me. As I was ticklish, I rolled over, clutching my sides and laughing hysterically. But suddenly, I felt a sob escape from my lips and tears were leaking from my eyes once more.

"Are you alright? Don't cry? What happened?" Fred asked. "How dare you ask me what happened! You should know better yourself!" I cried between my tears. "Do you know that you really hurt my feelings yesterday when you threw me that insult? It made me feel like a prostitute of some kind! And you very well know me better than most people! How could you!" I sobbed into the blanket. Oops... Velma doesn't like dirty sheets...

"Okay, I'm really sorry about what I said yesterday. I was just so mad... that so many guys are coming after you, and not all of them are good either! I was just worried that something might happen you and I wasn't there to help you!" Fred finally apologized. Wow, I must say, that speech is so sweet, and so... touching! In a fit of passion, I hug him, and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Fred looked... happy? That doesn't seem the fit. All I know was, his face had lit up like a Christmas tree. We looked into each other's eyes, melting into them. Oh! I shouldn't do that! He doesn't like me that way! I broke away the gaze and said, "Shall we get some breakfast?" as if nothing has happened. But I knew, something has, and it is really bothering me. "Okay, I guess." Fred said absently. I felt a heat rush up to my face as I thought of what might have happened if I had not broke the gaze.

We went out to the living room. Shaggy, Scooby, and Velma were there. Shaggy and Scooby were eating this really big breakfast of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and sandwiches. Wow, can they really fit all that into their stomachs? "Patch things up already?" Velma asked, sipping her cup of coffee. "I guess so. Fred apologized." "Rheat!" Scooby managed to say the word with his mouth full. We all laughed.

The day went rather fairly well. I was hoping to go home early and have a nice, long soak in the tub. Then I remembered something. The date! I had completely forgotten all about it! I rushed home after filming that day and I quickly took a shower and brought out my blue dress. It had a low-cut V shape in front and I really liked it. I also put on some makeup and I was ready.

To tell the truth, I wasn't looking very much to this so-called "date". I have heard from rumors that Henry Kinsman was quite an octopus, hands everywhere where they shouldn't be. I smiled as I imagined how Fred would react if Kinsman touched me somewhere wrong. Beat him to a pulp? Sue him?

I went out to the living room and sat down on the couch, waiting. Kinsman had told me he would be here by 7 to take me to a diner called "Deanne's Dreams". Now it is only 6.30. Half an hour to go. Fred came out of his shower and frowned as he sees how I'm dressed. At least he didn't try to comment this time.

The doorbell rang. What?! It is only 6.30! Isn't that too early? I opened the door sheepishly and he walked in. "Ready to go?" He asked, eyeing me. "Yeah, I think so." I replied. His cologne smells a little too strong. "Bye Fred, don't wait up for me!" I said, and left the apartment.

We arrived at the restaurant and the waiter sat us over to a table by the window. It started to rain. The menu soon came and I selected one of the dishes I have never tried before, something in French that I couldn't understand.

But when it finally came, I wished It never had. It was oysters, with spaghetti beneath them. Maybe I could just eat the spaghetti... "Why aren't you eating the oysters? They are really good, you know." Kinsman, or maybe Henry, said. "Oh... the oysters? Yeah..." I took one of them and ate it. It was nice, but I hoped it agrees with my stomach.

When we finally finished it, he called for some dessert and ordered some milk frost, which is milk ice with ice cream on top of it. Great, I had the most sensitive stomach ever and now I am eating oysters with ice cream together? I am going to regret it...

When we finally walked out of the diner, I distinctly felt something wrong. What was wrong, however, I had no idea. "Is the dinner okay?" Henry asked. "Yeah, they are great." I lied through my teeth. "Shall we?" Henry asked me. I nodded and he drove me home. Henry is not such a bad person; he is quite polite to me and not what those rumors had said about him being a "octopus".

When we reached my apartment, Henry accompanied me up to my apartment. "Had a great time tonight?" he asked. "Yeah. Thanks for the dinner." I said. "Great... see you tomorrow at work then? Good night." He said gently, and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. He then turned and walked away, smiling at me as he went.