Hi, hi, to all! I have another chapter for you all! By the way, a lot of you have been complaining that my chapters are too short...so...instead of having two or three short chapters, I'll have one really long chapter! Will that make everybody happy? . hehe! Well, on to the story! See ya at the end!
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"Fred, come here!" Daphne grabbed her boyfriend's arm before he disappeared into his bedroom and yanked him into her own room.
"Hey, hey! What's up with you? God, your nails could kill someone!" The blonde complained as he sat down on a purple butterfly chair in front of Daphne's closet, rubbing his arm.
She rolled her eyes and sat down adjacent from him on her bed. "Fred, shut up and listen. Is it just me, or did Shaggy seem jealous of Red, in the mall? And when Velma came in, why did HE start yelling? We were the ones complaining, but yet he started to ask Velma what she had been thinking and all kinds of stuff! Why do you think he did that?" The girl had a mysterious glint in her eyes, making Fred twitch in his seat.
"Because...um..." He scratched his head, trying to figure it out.
"Because Shaggy is in love with Velma! Why didn't we see this before Fred? Now I know why, whenever we split up, Shaggy always wants Velma to go with Scooby and him. It's so obvious! The little stares, the smiles! Why didn't I see it coming?" She answered her own question, grabbing Fred by the shoulders and shaking him.
"Whoa, Shags? And Velma? No way! I don't think that's it, Daphne." Fred shook his head back and forth swiftly, and placed his hands over hers.
Daphne sighed, and pulled away. "Oh, then what is it? If you're so smart, why don't you figure this one out, huh?"
"Because, frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." Fred leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes.
"Don't go Rhett Butler on ME, Fred. I'm right and you know it! Shaggy and Velma are meant for each other, and even if you don't help me, I'm going to get them together! So...are you with me or against me?"
He opened one eye, a grin on his face. "Will you let me leave and go to sleep?"
"Yes, Freddy."
"Ok, I'm in!" He launched out of the chair, making for the door. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to look at his girlfriend, sitting with her legs crossed on the bed. "Hey, I changed my mind. I'm not in."
Daphne's mouth curved downward into a deep frown. "And why is that?" she said angrily, her eyes filled with annoyance.
He leaned against the door, a smile on his face. "Ok, so I'm still in, if you agree to my new terms."
"New terms?" She inquired.
He nodded. "Yup. I changed my mind. I don't want to LEAVE and go to sleep."
"Oh, then what are your new terms?" She raised an eyebrow, scooting backwards on the bed.
"To stay in HERE and sleep! Or...maybe not SLEEP..." He said, walking towards her.
She reached back, scooped up a pillow, and flung it at him. "Go to bed, Fred!" She laughed at herself for her rhyme.
"Alright! I will!" He hopped on the bed, and pushed Daphne into the backboard, against the pillows, pinning her down. "I think you've been worrying too much today over Velma and Shaggy, and even Scooby! It's my turn!"
She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I have, have I? Oh, fine! You can stay in here! Just let me go for a minute, at least! I'm still in my dress!"
"Ok, fine! But hurry back before I start to think you tried to copy Scooby-Doo and climb out a window!" Kissing the top of her head, he released her.
She jumped off the bed, and ran into the bathroom. Fred listened as he heard cabinets opening and slamming shut, and then suddenly stopped. He waited for a moment before walking to the bathroom door and knocking.
"Daphne, you okay in there?"
The door opened and she stepped out in a purple spaghetti strapped top, and pajama bottoms covered in purple moons and stars. She was carrying a spray bottle that she used for her hair. She aimed it and Fred. "You know, I can't believe you thought that I was actually going to let you stay in here without a fight!" She squeezed the lever, and streaked Fred with a blast of water. He stood there for a moment, not making a move or sound. Daphne waited for a payback, but none came. He stood with his head down, not looking at her, but at the floor. After a long time of silence, Daphne thought he was mad, therefore felt incredibly guilty.
"Fred? Freddy? Oh, I'm sorry! Here, let me clean you up..." She ran back into the bathroom, snatched a towel, came back and started to wipe off the front of Fred's white shirt.
She finished drying off his shirt and threw the towel in a hamper, and wrapped her arms around his waist. He was beginning to worry her, for he had said nothing since she had sprayed him. "Fred, are you mad? I'm really sorry! I was just kidding, I promise! I WANT you to stay in here with me...just as long as neither Velma or Shaggy finds out..."
He started to laugh, and swooped her up in his arms, carrying her to the bed. "You know, I can't believe YOU fell for THAT! I wasn't MAD at all! But I'm happy! I get my way for once!"
Daphne gasped, and struggled to get away from him. "Freddy! How could you! Oh, you can be such a jerk sometimes!"
"Yeah, and you can be such a spoiled little drama queen! But I love you for your flaws, and I know you love me for mine, so can we jut shut up about it! I'm getting tired of just STANDING here. You're not as light as you look."
"Hey! I AM light! It's just that you're so damn WEAK!" She felt herself falling, and cried out when her head hit a pillow. "Hey, you coulda told me you were going to drop me!"
"Why? You didn't tell me you were going to spray me with water. I think we're about even, don't you?" Fred dropped to the bed beside her, laying his head on her shoulder.
She laughed. "Yes, we're even! Now, can we please go to sleep? I'm exhausted, and we've got a lot to do in the morning!"
"Is match-making Shaggy and Velma all you can think about?" He asked exasperatedly, pulling the covers over them both.
"No, and I promise I won't say another word about it until morning. OK?"
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome...but Fred?"
"What?"
"You will help me, won't you?"
He laughed and pressed her to him. "Yes, Daph, I will!"
"Ok, good! You're the greatest!"
"Do I get a kiss for being the greatest? Or maybe even MORE than a kiss?" He looked at her, giving her 'puppy-dog eyes'.
"What MORE do you want?" She turned over, cuddling on top of him. Reaching up, she ran her fingers through his hair, letting her hand stop at the nape of his neck.
He thought for a moment, and then changed his mind. "Nothing, Daph." He smiled genuinely at her, kissing the top of her head. "Having you here is all I'll ever need."
"Oh, Fred." She yawned. "You really are sweet. But I'm so tired I can't think. G'night, Freddy." She snuggled into his arms, gliding her arms down his back to rest at his waist.
He kissed her lips gently before closing his eye to sleep.
"Good night, Daphne."
The morning sun peeked through the windows, giving Daphne's bedroom a glistening look. She awoke, hearing loud snoring and feeling Fred gripping her waist. She turned to wake Fred, and saw he was already awake. She looked puzzled, wondering where the snoring was coming from. Fred nodded his head towards the end of the bed. She looked down and saw Scooby-Doo sleeping, turning over in his sleep. She laughed.
"Now how in the world did he get in here?" She asked, sitting up.
Fred shrugged. "The window again, I think. It's open. We'll ask when he wakes up."
As if he had been ordered, Scooby opened his eyes and stretched, kicking both of the bed's occupants in the face.
"Scooby!" Daphne yelled, batting his paws away.
"Roops...rorry." The dog apologized, and sat up.
"Scooby, how did you get in here last night? And why? You always stay with Shag." Fred asked, rubbing Scooby behind the ears.
"Raggy rin ra rad rood, ro Scooby-Roo ray raray ror a rile."
"A bad mood? Is he here?" Daphne slid out of the bed and headed out the door to the living room.
"Ra-huh. Re rent to red ra rile ago, rand raid ror re ro re riet. Ro re ro ro Rapre's room rand rind Raphre and Red!"
"Oh....he still must be upset about Velma's date with Red..." Daphne muttered, walking straight into the kitchen area. "Ok, Scoob, what do ya want for breakfast?"
"Ranrakes!" Scooby exclaimed, jumping to sit on a bench at the snack bar.
"Pancakes it is! Now let's hope that when Shag and Velms get up, they'll both be in better moods! I think Fred and I made Velma REALLY mad yesterday. Well, at least I know that FRED made her mad, being his usual bossy self." Daphne started rummaging around in all the kitchen cabinets, searching for the right ingredients for pancakes. She gathered all the things she needed and placed them next to the gas stove. "I am not BOSSY." Fred stated, taking a seat beside Scooby.
"You are, too. Now hand me that jar, would ya? It's got all my pancake mix in it."
"Going the easy way, are we?" Fred mumbled, passing her the can.
"Yes, I am. You have a problem with that?"
"No, I just like things HOMEMADE better than out of a box or can. That's just laziness."
"Ew, homemade! That's a total waste of time!" Daphne added water to the mix and started to stir.
Fred rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Daph." He swiveled around the twisting barstool, seeing Velma walking in, already dressed in her favorite outfit, an orange sweater and red straight skirt that came a bit above her knees. "Hey, Velmster! Sleep well?"
"Fine, thank you. Pancakes, Daphne?" Velma smiled at Fred, and afterward sat down beside Scooby at the last remaining barstool.
"Yup. Blame the Dane." Daphne nodded towards Scooby, who was drooling with eagerness. You could tell that the only thing on his mind was the growl in his stomach, and not only by the drool, but actually...by the sound OF his stomach!
Velma patted Scooby on the head. "It's ok, Scooby. I like pancakes, too!"
"G'mornin, Mystery Inc.! No mysteries for the day, I hope!" Shaggy, still in his green pajamas, hopped into the room, his attitude from the previous day obviously forgotten.
"Not so far, Shag. Daphne's making pancakes." Fred waved to him from across the room.
"Not with pancake mix from a store, I hope. They just aren't as GOOD that way. Move over, Daphne! Let a pro do this!" Shaggy dipped his finger in the batter, licked it, scrunched his face, then took the bowl from Daphne's arms and dumped it in the trashcan under the counter.
"HEY!" Daphne yelled, but Shaggy paid no attention.
"Homemade pancakes, Shaggy style, coming up. Sounds pretty good, don't it, Scoob?" He tied an apron around his waist and shoved Daphne into a seat behind him at the kitchen table.
"Rah- huh!" Scooby licked his face, clapping his paws.
"So what's on the agenda for today, Velma? Anyone call with a mystery?" Fred asked, watching Velma take off her glasses to clean them and put them back on.
"No, not today. We're free for a while, it seems. But I have plans, though."
Daphne raised her eyes to look up at Velma. "Oh? Plans? With whom?"
Velma sighed. "With Red, Daphne. Is that ok with you, or do I need to cancel?" She asked sarcastically, her eyes glassed over.
"You need to cancel! Red Herring is bad news, Velma! You know better than to get involved with a guy like that!" Daphne launched out of the chair to stand beside Shaggy, and leaned over the counter to look Velma straight in the eye.
"I'm not INVOLVED with anyone, Daphne! I'm not sleeping with him, am I? I'm not even dating him! We're just friends, and I promise that's all it is! We have a couple of the same interests, and he's taking me to a mystery book fair this afternoon, as a friend and fellow mystery lover!" She looked over at Shaggy, who was stirring the pancake batter he had put together silently. She smiled.
Daphne noticed a dreamy look in Velma's eyes for a moment before the intelligent girl spoke up.
"Shaggy, save me a pancake for later, ok? I don't think I'll be staying for breakfast." She stood up, scratched Scooby's ear, and walked out the door, grabbing her coat and bracing herself for the chilly October winds of Coolsville.
"Ok, Velma...bye..." Shaggy whispered, and sighed as she left.
"Red Herring does not like mysteries." Fred declared. "In fact, if you remember, he hates them! He made fun of me for having a detective handbook in the sixth grade. I don't like this, guys. He's up to something, and it has something to do with getting through to Velma."
Shaggy suddenly slammed the pancake bowl on the counter, making everyone jump. "If he even dares try to hurt Velma in any way, I'll find him myself and KILL him."
Scooby whimpered as he saw the mess of pancake all over the counter. Shaggy noticed and grabbed a rag to wipe it up. "Aw, man, Scoob, I'm sorry. How about we go out for breakfast. I'm not in the mood anymore for cooking."
"Rokay! Ret's ro ro RIHOP!"
"IHOP! Sounds good to me! We'll get pancakes out of this no matter what!" Fred laughed.
Daphne placed a hand on Shaggy's shoulder. "Shaggy, be truthful. You care for Velma, don't you?"
He looked nervous. "Well...yah, I mean, like, don't you? We all do..."
"Yes, but you care for her in a bit of a different way." Fred said, grinning. "I think I know, Shag. You're acting exactly like me when I think Daphne's in trouble."
Shaggy sighed. "It's that obvious, huh?"
"Totally." Daphne said, mimicking Shaggy's usual choice of words.
He grinned slightly. "Aw, man. I guess I gotta confess."
"REY! Ret's ro! Ri reed ranrakes!" Scooby hollered from his place standing by the door. They all turned to look at him, noticing that he had all of their coats, and the keys to the Mystery Machine.
"Ok, Scooby! We're coming!" Daphne giggled, running down the hall to her bedroom to change clothes. Fred followed, leaving Shaggy and Scooby to wait on them.
"Raggy rin rove rith Relma?" Scooby asked.
"Yeah, buddy, I guess you could say that..." Shaggy smiled, walking down the hall to his own room to change clothes.
"Rooby- Roo rin rove, roo! Rith rood!" Scooby bellowed down the hall.
Shaggy laughed. "Me, too, buddy!" He stopped and turned to look back at his best friend. "Well, next to Velma..."
"Rehehehe!"
Ok, there you go! It's longer! Ha! I did it! Yay, go me! Ok, I really need to include a "Scooby Talk Guide" in this chapter. So here you go! Bye for now! See you next chapter! BTW, IHOP is a restaurant and Rhett Butler is from Gone With The Wind. Just in case you had no clue what I was talking about...which is very unlikely, cause, frankly, who hasn't been to an IHOP?
Scooby Talk Guide:
"Roops, rorry." = "Oops, sorry."
"Raggy rin ra rad rood, ro Scooby-Roo ray raray ror a rile." = "Shaggy in a bad mood, so Scooby- Doo stay in here for a while."
"Ra-huh. Re rent to red ra rile ago, rand raid ror re ro re riet. Ro re ro ro Rapre's room rand rind Raphre rand Red!" = "Uh-huh. He went to bed a while ago, and said for me to be quiet. So me go to Daphne's room and find Daphne and Fred!"
"Ranrakes!" = "Pancakes!"
"Ruh-huh!" = "Uh-huh!"
"Rokay! Ret's ro ro RIHOP!" = "Okay! Let's go to IHOP!"
"REY! Ret's ro! Ri reed ranrakes!" = "HEY! Let's go! I need pancake!"
"Raggy rin rove rith Relma?" = "Shaggy in love with Velma?"
"Rooby- Roo rin rove, roo! Rit rood!" = "Scooby-Doo in love, too! With food!"
Well, that'll help ya! Luv u all and God Bless!
LunaScoobyGurl