Breaking the Habit

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Quick note: Aaron Taylor Johnson is Greg. Here is a link if you guys would like to have a better image in mind of Greg.

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|Chapter Four|

"Did you finally get a hold on those missing assignments?" asked Velma, taking out her laptop and turning it on. "Yeah, here you go." replied Shaggy, taking out a few crumbled papers from his backpack. This was Shaggy's favorite part of his day, he rarely got to see Velma because she was always in her classes. Velma had a lot planned for her future after high school while Shaggy was just trying to get through a day in hell. Shaggy was glad to have a friend like Velma, she always found a way to help him even when she had a very tight schedule.

"Jinkies, this a lot Shaggy." stated Velma, glancing up to Shaggy who nervously laughed. "...Yeah, I know. Sorry, but I really do need your help." Shaggy placed a hand on Velma's arm, "You're my only hope." Velma gave him that warm smile that always managed to make Shaggy's heart flutter. "Alright, well...let's start. We don't have a lot of time." said Velma.

An hour passes by when the bell rings for next period, Shaggy is putting his stuff away while Velma was already on her way to her next class. "Would you mind leaving me to my next class?" asked Velma. "Sure, of course." replied Shaggy, adjusting the straps on his backpack. Shaggy walked beside Velma, he looked at her and smiled admiring her features. Velma had noticed and smiled back, "So, it's Chemistry that you have in last block?" asked Velma.

Shaggy sighed deeply, he was pretty bummed out about the subject. He always got to that class late, everyone was rowdy all the time and the teacher was always getting on his case. "Yeah, like, the teacher always gets on my nerves man."

"You were that failing that class too, right?" asked Velma.

Shaggy nodded, his stress coming back. "I hate that class."

Velma pat Shaggy's arm and with a comforting voice, she said "It's okay, Shaggy. I believe in you."

"Do you really?" asked Shaggy, "Cause I am so used to being told that I'm not going to graduate due to the fact that I am like, a huge airhead." Velma chuckled softly and shook her head side to side a little. "You may not be down to earth all the time but if anything, you are a really wise person."

"What makes you think that, V...?" Shaggy felt his skin get goosebumps.

Velma stopped in her tracks, she held Shaggy's arm to stop him too in his tracks. Velma looked up to Shaggy, staring at him straight in the eye. "In your eyes, I can see that you've been through a lot of pain."

Shaggy looked away from Velma's gaze, they had shared a moment that shouldn't have happened because she only looked at him like that when they had that case with the lake monster.

"We all go through it, but yeah, anyways like...I need to get to class already." said Shaggy, he was already heading a different direction in the hallway. "See you later, Velma."

Velma stood there, feeling confused about Shaggy's behavior and the fact that his eyes looked a bit bloodshot.

Is there something that he might be hiding...?

"Wait, Shaggy," said Velma trying to catching up to Shaggy. She grabbed his arm, "You smell a little funny..." she said. Shaggy felt this stomach dropped, he tried acting dumb. "Uh, what do you mean? I smell nothing."

Velma frowned a little, "You're acting a little strange too. Is there something wrong?" Shaggy avoided Velma's piercing gaze, he just shrugged Velma's grip on his arm. "You're just making things up, it's all in your head." Shaggy's felt another knot in his stomach, "Uh...gotta go! Bye." he responded, he literally starting walking fast down the hallway.

Velma stood there, she let out a deep sigh and shook her head in disappointment. She began walking away in the other direction to her class.

Shaggy didn't want to meet up with the gang afterschool, they all had texted him except Velma asking him where he went. He had lied that he needed to get some work done, none of them question him. As always, they never expected anything.

Instead, Shaggy was heading over an apartment that wasn't that far from the school. When Shaggy stood outside the door of the old apartment which stunk of alcohol and cigarettes. It was an odor that Shaggy had gotten very used to, this was the apartment of an old friend. As he stood there outside the door, Shaggy worried over the thought of Velma finding out his habits and telling everyonel.

I should be more careful.

The door opens and there stood a tall boy similar to Shaggy except he was shirtless wearing only his briefs. It was Greg, he looked so much different now, he was pale and he looked a bit muscular, it was noticeable that he worked out regularly. Greg had his brown hair slightly messy and fainted dark circles around his eyes, he looked like he had barely gotten out of bed. Shaggy noticed quickly that Greg was holding a big bottle in hand almost halfway empty.

"Oh hey," said Greg sleepily rubbing his eye. "What brings you here man?"

Shaggy took a deep breath, "Just needed like some company, school really sucked today." Greg looked at Shaggy up and down this time, "Do you got something at least?" he asked sounding demanding.

Shaggy took off his backpack and opened it, showing Greg what was inside. "It's like, my treat for you." Greg looked up at Shaggy making a smug smile, he stepped aside to let Shaggy walk into the apartment. "Mi casa es tu casa." said Greg enthusiastically.

Shaggy walked in feeling relaxed, he chuckled. Shaggy was glad that Greg wasn't in a bad mood right now, he feared Greg when he was feeling angry. Greg was the only person that he felt he could trust the most.

"Roll a blunt, let's smoke it up." said Greg joking around. "Tell me about your problems, yo."

"Eh, I'm failing hardcore and like, everything is stressing me out." said Shaggy, getting a magazine nearby and and taking out the bag of weed. Greg sat next to Shaggy, changing the channel on the television. "I feel you, I don't got a job right now so money is tight as fuck." replied Greg.

"What about your selling business?" interpreted Shaggy, he meant Greg selling drugs. "It's kinda slow, but it's whatever. A party is coming up so hopefully I'll get to sell my shit there. Maybe I can find myself a new chick, my recent one left me." Greg sadly laugh, "It's been very lonely."

"Oh man, like I get that feeling too." said Shaggy, thinking of Velma. "You're thinking about her huh?" asked Greg, he knew about Velma from all the times Shaggy went to him crying sometimes. Shaggy would come in the middle of the night, to get high and forget about Velma but he'd always end up talking about her.

"Yeah...I think she is founding out that I smoke." said Shaggy, rolling the blunt and lighting it up. Greg grabbed the blunt from Shaggy's hand, "Really?" said Greg, smoking the joint.

"I'm scared that everyone is going to find out, I can't handle my parents finding out. They will kick me out and my friends aren't gonna wanna hang out with a stoner." explained Shaggy, "I really feel like they don't care at all, I wonder if they hate me. Fuck, like...I don't even help at all, I don't get what is my purpose in the whole mystery business. I'm always running away from fake monsters and problems like the coward that I am."

Greg leaned towards Shaggy, he placed his hand on the side of Shaggy's face forcing him to look at him. "Hey, enough with that negative shit. That shit is getting me even more depressed, you just need to hold on. You got me, fuck them if they don't accept the way you are. So what if your a stoner, what is so wrong wanting to smoke some weed to relax from all the bullshit? If your parents kick you out, you can always come here and stay." Greg placed the joint in Shaggy's lips, "As long as you help me sell and make money around here, don't expect me to settle down."

Greg leaned his back on the couch, "Cause I'm willing to be your fuck buddy, but not your lover." Shaggy took in a deep smoke from the joint, he took away the joint from his lips letting a big fog of smoke cover the air. Deep down, Shaggy didn't want to sell drugs or live with Greg, he really cared about Greg but he didn't see himself being in love with Greg. If anything, the person he wanted the most was Velma.

But Shaggy really couldn't say much, knowing that Greg would get mad or bother so Shaggy just nodded. "I get you, thank you man." Shaggy looked towards Greg, he felt intoxicated then, he saw the Greg was looking at him with those blue lustful eyes.

I just wanna forget about her...

Shaggy place his hand on Greg's thigh and leaned forward to kiss Greg hard in the lips. Greg kissed back hungrily, letting his fingers get entangled in Shaggy's hair. Shaggy moved his hand up quickly to grope Greg's crotch, Greg moaned loudly and stood up, Shaggy followed standing up as well. Greg broke the kiss so he can take off Shaggy's shirt, after his shirt came off, Shaggy leaned into Greg's chest to leave hickeys on his chest. Greg unzipped Shaggy's pants pulling them down along with his brief.

Shaggy breathed out heavily, practically panting with lust, he felt the room move when he looked down at Greg on his knees giving Shaggy a blowjob. Shaggy grunted quietly, closing his eyes he pictured Velma instead.