Freddy My Love
Summary: Fred goes into the service and leaves Daphne behind. He keeps in touch with her by giving her elaborate gifts and sending her letters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Scooby Doo or the song, Freddy My Love.
Both Velma and Daphne were sitting in the car driving to the mall. As Velma complained that Shaggy didn't have enough passion, Daphne was, instead, thinking of Fred, and how she missed the familiar face.
"Daph?" Velma said for the fifth time. Daphne shook her head clear of her thoughts and replied,
"Uhm, yeah?"
"We're here," Velma answered. She and Daphne both climbed out of the convertible car and walked into the Coolsville mall. They got out of the car and went directly into Saks Fifth Avenue. When she got inside, Daphne saw the most exquisite-looking purple dress with a white bow. She decided she absolutely must try it on. She snatched a size two and headed for the dressing room. Daphne got the dress on and sauntered out of the dressing room to have Velma zip it up. Velma started to tug on the zipper, but it wouldn't budge.
"Uhm…Daph?"
"Yeah?"
"It…it won't zip," Velma started to stare at the floor for fear of meeting Daphne's vicious eyes. Instead of being incredibly angry, Daphne broke out in hysteric cries of:
"I'm faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!"
"Here, I'll even go get a four for you!" Velma volunteered.
"Fine," Daphne said through sniffles and sobs. Velma walked over the rack and retrieved a four in the gorgeous dress.
"Here you go," Velma handed the dress over to her friend.
"…t-thanks…" She went back into the dressing room, and tried the dress on again. Daphne sulked out of the room and went over to Velma. "Z-zip me…" Velma tried to zip her friend's dress up, but it still wouldn't budge.
"Does it fit?" asked Daphne.
"Uhm…yeah." Velma didn't want to be the bearer of bad news.
"That's good," Daphne smiled as she hobbled over to the mirror to look at herself. When she spun around to look at her profile, she noticed that the zipper had NOT been zipped up, and the dress did not fit. Her smile quickly faded after noticing this. "I'm faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!" She wailed.
"Uhm, Daphne, I got you another size…" Velma said, holding a folded dress in her arms.
"6?"
"Yep,"
"Thanks," Daphne shuffled into the dressing room once again, came out, and asked Velma to zip the dress. This time, Velma came to success, meaning…the dress fit!
"It fits!" Velma squealed.
"Great. I'm a size six," Daphne moped for a couple more minutes, grabbed a gorgeous jacket to match her peddle pushers, and then went to pay for the clothes. "Here you go," Daphne sourly said to the cashier.
"What's wrong, why so sour?" the cashier questioned.
"I'm faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!" cried Daphne. "I wear a size siiiiiiiiiiiiiiix!"
"EXCUSE ME! I wear a size six!" exclaimed the cashier. She threw the clothes into a bag, and chucked it at Daphne in the face. Daphne sighed when she came over to her friend, and stated,
"Velms, I'm not really in the mood to give you a make-over tonight, wanna reschedule?"
"Sure, Daph, how about, two weeks from this Friday,"
"Sounds good," Daphne and Velma left Saks and drove towards Velma's house. Daphne dropped Velma off, and drove for a couple more miles to her own house. She sat in the car for a few more minutes when she made it into the driveway. She was deep in thought: Thinking about Fred: Praying that he would return safely. After the prayers were finished, she started thinking about all the good times she, Fred, Velma, Shaggy, and the good 'ole Great Dane, Scooby Doo had. Her eyes were brimming with tears when she finally opened the door to her home. After closing the door to the outside world behind her, she realized that the mail had probably come: Meaning that Fred had probably sent her a letter. She blazed out the door once again and opened the mailbox. Her eyes lit up when she saw the envelope she was waiting for. She raced back inside and ripped open the fragile paper; not even caring to use her letter opener. She wiped her wet eyes and read the letter.
Sweet Daphne,
I'm doing just great in the service. Although the food is not so wonderful, it feels good to help the country out. My general gave me the exact month that I'd be back. I'm going to be back around Christmastime. Isn't that fabulous? Well, actually, it isn't. That's more than a few months. It's five months away. But, Daph, it's only a long time if you make it one. Try having fun again. Velma told me about how you start to try, and then just forget about it. Follow through. Everything will be fine. I promised, remember? And wow, you're sick. Maybe you should see a doctor. Being sick is not a good thing, Daphne. Anyway, I still miss you, and don't go thinking that I will stop missing you sometime. Because, you know that's not true. I will always miss you, that is, until I'm back with you; holding you in my arms. Well, I got you something. It cost me fifty. It's a ring. A ring to…well, ask a question. Hypothetically, if I don't make it out of the service, I want to know that you will always remember me, and love me. And that the memory of me will live on in your heart forever and always. So I got you a ring. It's diamond, because I know how much you love diamonds. I got the ring to ask you, "Will you marry me?" I know it's kind of well…cheesy over a letter and all. But, what do you want me to do? Send a hug-o-gram or something? Personally, I think that's even cheesier. The ring is packed inside the envelope. If you say 'yes' that is. I love you more than life itself.
Yours,
Freddy
Daphne couldn't believe that Fred had asked her to marry him. She had such a hard time believing it that she read the letter five times to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. She shook the envelope upside-down and out came the ring. Although kind of cheap looking, it was still beautiful to Daphne. She slipped it on the ring finger on her left hand, picked up a pen and paper, and became to scribble away.
Freddy,
Jeepers! Of course I'll marry you, what did you expect me to say? "Oh, I'm sorry, Freddy, but I love…Shaggy…and not you!" Who in this world wouldn't say yes to you? Well…I know my answer: But what about everybody else's? Ha. I said 'yes' because I love you, Freddy. Oh, and, by the way, I'm wearing the ring right now. Golly, I can't believe I'm engaged. It's so surprising, and it will take a while to get used to. I guarantee that. Don't worry; I love the ring no matter what it cost you. So don't get all paranoid that I didn't like it. It's really beautiful. It's nifty. Ha. I have my physical at the doctor's tomorrow. So, I guess, if you want me to, I'll tell them about the sickness. But I seriously think it's all in my head. It comes with the depression. Oh! And, I gained like…10 pounds since you last saw me. I went up to a size SIX. When I went shopping with Velma today…I found that out…the hard way. And I upset the cashier by telling her that I was fat and wore a size six. (She wears a size six too…oops) But, Christmastime, that's a long time from now. Five months. Yikes. I guess I can try to stay strong. I guess I can TRY.
Daphne stopped writing for a little while to think. She felt bad that she hadn't gotten Fred anything other than a picture of her. She knew she needed to do something special, to thank her fiancée for all the glorious gifts he had given her. Daphne decided to call Velma for advice.
"Velma?"
"What, Daph?"
"FREDDY PROPOSED!!!" Daphne exclaimed as loud as she could. She and Velma exchanged some girlish squeals.
"Gee Willicurs that sounds GREAT!"
"It is, even BETTER than it sounds Velma. I think I'm coming out of my depression,"
"That's even better,"
"Velma, I need your help,"
"Uhm…why?"
"Freddy has gotten me all of these lavish gifts, and I haven't gotten him anything, I want to give him something special, but I have no clue what to do…"
"Write him a poem,"
"That's a miserable idea. I can't write poems, Velma, you know that," Daphne sighed, "Remember 7th grade English class?"
"Right. Well, how about you write him a song?"
"VELMA! That's a WONDERFUL idea!"
"Glad I could help,"
"Thanks, goodbye!" Daphne cheerily bid.
She picked up the same pen, and tore another piece of paper from the pad. Two hours later, her song was finished, and she recorded herself singing it on a tape recorder. Daphne stuck the tape in an envelope, and started to finish her letter to Fred.
I got you something. Well, actually, I made you something. I wrote you a song, and recorded me singing it in a tape. It's in the envelope, by the way. Here are the lyrics:
Freddy you know, your absence makes me feel so blue
That's okay though, your presents make me think of you
Mama will have a heart-attack when she catches
Those peddle pushers with the black leather patches
Oh how I wish I had a jacket that matches, Freddy my love
Freddy my love, Freddy my love, Freddy my love
Don't keep your letters from me, I quilt to every line
Your spelling's kinda crummy, but honey so is mine
I treasure every gifty, the ring is really nifty
You say it cost you fifty, so you're thrifty, I don't mind
Whoa - Freddy you see, you'll hold me in your arms someday
And I will be wearing your lacy lingerie
Thinking about it, my heart's pounding already
Knowing when you come home, we're bound to go steady
And through your service pay around my confetti, Freddy my love
I hope you like the song. It's nothing like your gifts. But Velma and I thought it was special. I adore and love you, Freddy.
Love,
Daphne Jones (has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?)