Authors Note: I'm sorry I took so long to update this story. I had this lying around, but I never felt inspired to post it. Since my writing has become much better since when I first wrote this (Like a year ago! Or was it two?)) I've decided to keep, at least with this story, the horrible writing style I had in the beginning, just so that the story flows a little better, and you're not trying to figure out the happy to the full of detail writing I have now. By the way, since I got a review about this, Daphne and Fred did NOT do anything that night! If they did, I would have the story rated R, and write down the different details of such things. I know most of you don't read this little authors note, so I'll just start the chapter. Btw, I'd like to have one more review to What If before I update that…just to let everyone know…and to make this chapter 1000 words.. 'Cause that's how much I normally have. Ugh…50 more.
"Freddie?" Daphne opened her eyes to see Fred sleeping next to her. "Fred, wake up!" She pushed him, trying to wake him up.
"Huh?" Fred opened his eyes and looked around Daphne's room. "Where am I? Why are you here Daph? Aren't you supposed to be in your room?"
"Freddie, this IS my room." Fred looked around, taking in the details. "Wow. You are definitely NOT a morning person. Either that or you just have a REALLY bad memory." Fred scowled at Daphne, who gave him a cute look in response.
"Well, I guess that would explain the half naked males on your walls." Fred pointed at a poster of Orlando Bloom. Daphne ran and covered the poster up. Fred shot her a questioning look.
"You don't need to see that. This is why you're not allowed in my room. Stop touching that!" Daphne quickly snatched up the fashion magazine that Fred was flipping through.
"Why don't we go get some breakfast? Shaggy's probably already eating. You know there won't anything else in the house until Velma goes to the grocery store." Fred got up off of Daphne's bed, and opened the door.
"I guess." Daphne sighed, walking past Fred. They stopped just before the door to the dining room. "You have to come out of that door. Your room's on that side of the house. Otherwise they might suspect something." Fred simply nodded, and did as Daphne told him. He opened the door and walked out. A moment later Daphne followed.
Velma and Shaggy were seated at the table, while Scooby was sitting right next to Shaggy, wagging his tail at Daphne and Fred. "Rello!" He said, coming over to them. He sniffed Fred, then frowned. "Rhy do rou rell like Raphne?" (Why do you smell like Daphne?) He asked. Fred laughed nervously.
"No reason. I must have accidentally used her shampoo in the shower this morning." He said, trying to shrug it off. Velma didn't give up so easily.
"Are you sure Fred? I heard noises coming from Daphne's room last night." She said, stuffing some scrambled eggs into her mouth, and then looked up to see Fred and Daphne both blushing profusely.
"We didn't do anything!" Daphne said. Then she realized her mistake. Velma had just tricked her into saying that they had been in the same room last night, and that Fred had slept over.
"I knew it!" Shaggy said, getting up. He patted Scooby on the head before turning to the culprits. "Good job, Scoob 'ol pal." Scooby stood on his hind legs and saluted, pushing out his chest to appear bigger.
"Ro Roblem, Raggy." (No problem, Shaggy.) Shaggy began to walk around Daphne and Fred, pretending to be a police officer.
"So…you both admit that last night you were in the crime scene? Doing who knows what?" He pushed up some invisible glasses that were resting too far on his nose. Then he continued to circle around Daphne and Fred, writing in a pretend notepad. "It's never good to be around a crime scene," he sniffed. "Makes you a suspect."
"Shaggy, stop it!" Daphne said, putting her hands on her hips. "We didn't do anything, okay?" Shaggy could tell that Daphne was getting frustrated, so he stopped circling, and returned to Scooby's side.
"Are you sure?" He asked. If the situation wasn't so embarrassing, Daphne would have laughed at Scooby and Shaggy's expressions. They were smug, and also a little shocked at what had happened. Velma was standing confidently next to Shaggy, her head only coming up to his shoulders.
"Okay, Shaggy, that's enough. Do you want any breakfast?" Velma asked. She had wanted to tease Daphne and Fred, but Shaggy was going a little too far. Fred sighed, thankful for the distraction.
"Yeah, I'm starving. What'd you make, Shaggy?" Fred sat down at the table, eager for breakfast. He was sure that Daphne would be mad at him for not helping her explain what had happened to Shaggy and Velma. Scooby had just played along, eager to have fun. But he knew that as her boyfriend, and as he would later find out, that he was always supposed to stick up for her.
"Like, we have eggs, bacon, pancakes, muffins, orange juice, and sausage. Would you like any?" Shaggy pointed to the things on the table. Daphne's mouth was wide open. She knew that Shaggy liked to eat a lot, but she had never come down to this much food. The scent was overwhelming.
"I'll have some muffins," she said. As soon as she sat down the phone rang. She looked over at Fred expectantly.
"Oh, alright." He said, walking over to it. "Hello? Oh, yes, this is Mystery Inc. Yes, I see. Alright, well, let me talk to the rest of the gang first... Yes, I'll call you back right away. Alright Mr. Kent, good bye." Fred hung up the phone with a smile on his face. "Well, gang, we have another mystery on our hands."