You guys rock. Just had to say that. Thanks for being so understanding, I couldn't ask for better readers. This is very short, sorry, but the next chapter's going to be very long and I didn't want to make you wait. After this, there will only be a couple left, maybe only one if I make it really long. But I digress, here you go:
"Where's Daph?" I asked Velma as we headed to a dining hall for lunch.
"Getting ready for her date with Darian."
"Don't call it that," I grumbled, kicking at the floor and staring at my feet as I walked on.
She raised a brow at me behind square glasses.
"A date? But, Freddie…"
"It's not a date!" I protested with a scowl.
Daphne and Duval suddenly appeared in the hall we were about to turn into, laughing, Daph holding onto his arm. They were headed towards the small lake on Duval's estate, the Parisian carrying a picnic basket, wearing swimming trunks. Daphne Blake was in a black one piece swimsuit, black shorts with a high waist, sandals, sunglasses, and a large, straw sunhat with a black ribbon and bow.
"It's a date," Velma said once they passed.
I laughed as Darian smiled and broke a piece of bread. Still warm, steam and its heart melting scent wafting up. I smiled as he held out half to me. The wind picked up and I instinctively rested my hand on my sunhat to keep it from flying off. He held the fresh bread to my mouth and I took a bite, melting even more as it melted in my mouth.
"Oh, Darian…" I sighed, drinking it in as I took the bread from him.
"Scooby, Shag!" I whispered harshly, sending them a look. "I can't hear!"
"Like, even if you could, man, they're speaking in French," Shaggy pointed out. "Why are we spying on them again?"
"We're not spying, Shaggy. That'd be wrong and morally reprehensible and Daph would kill me, we're watching out for her."
"Ri-ight," he and Scooby said simultaneously, rolling their eyes and exchanging a look.
I ignored them, turning back to Daphne and Duval.
"We need a distraction… or something that'll make her leave…"
"I row!" Scooby said, suddenly leaping out from behind the bush, running towards the lake.
"Like, no, Scoob! No!" Shag said, lifting his head above the bush.
I hit myself in the head as Daph raised a brow at Scooby Doo.
"Scooby? What are you…? No!" she cried as he cannon balled into the lake, splashing her and Duval.
I smiled before I realized that she had seen me.
"FREDERICK JONES!" I yelled, rising and taking off my soaking wet hat.
He winced, dunking back down behind the bush as if that could somehow help him.
"UHHH!" I cried, storming off back towards the chateau.
Well, that worked. Sorta…