A/N: Well guys, after a long...LONG wait, here is the last chapter of Johnny and Velma. You guys are truly the best and I can honestly say this story is my baby. I hope you all have enjoyed it so far, so enjoy Chapter 15.

Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, the floor and carpet had barely been swept in God knew how long, the wallpaper had seen better decades and Velma swore she heard bats screeching off in the distance somewhere. Just as she was about to step in, Johnny stuck out his arms. "And where do you think you're going?" Johnny said, Velma taken aback by his words. "I'm…going inside?" She said, attempting to take another step inside. Johnny blocked her path once more, Velma becoming slightly agitated at Johnny's antics. "What are you up to Joh—" Her sentence was cut short as she was lifted into the air, a light squeal escaping her chest. He laughed as she threw him a dirty look, her glasses slightly tilted on the side of her face. She quickly fixed them as she was about to give Johnny a stern talking to before he kissed her. Her eyelids fluttered shut before she could even respond, a smile forming on both their lips as they began to laugh. "How do you do that?" Velma breathed out with a sigh, wrapping her arms around his thick neck. "Do what?" He said, his face riddled with confusion. "Make me feel as if I've solved every mystery with just kiss." Johnny blushed so hard he couldn't deny it as Velma patted his face. "Now where's this dinner you set up for me Mr. Bravo?" She said, dragging out his last name.

He walked over to the dining room, his heart nearly beating out of his chest. He couldn't wait anymore. He had to ask her soon or he would burst out of his skin. He turned off the lights and that's when Velma noticed the candles that were lit on the table. They looked like they had been lit for a couple hours and the table had a white tablecloth that draped to the floor. He set her down on a small crate and sat at the opposite side of the table, staring at her with the dreamiest look Velma had ever received. The way he looked at her, even through those completely black lenses, was so passionate it left her feeling the same. She stared at him just as goofily as he did. Elbows on table, eyes glued to the other, mouth turned up in a smile. Before she could say anything, Johnny's gaze suddenly became determined and he sat up straight as he went to speak.

He had this whole speech planned out in his head. How he loved her and couldn't live with out her quirkiness, her smile, her grace, even her blindness! He wanted it all. But when they sat down and he stared into her face and saw those beautiful eyes and that damn smile pulling at his heartstrings, it all went out the window. Curse his short attention span. But with a face like that, he could be lost in it forever. The way her eyes sparkled against the candlelight took his breath away. That's when it hit him like a ton a bricks. It didn't matter how he asked. It was Velma for crying out loud. Anything Johnny said, she would love regardless. He leaned in to get a better look at Velma's eyes as he spoke. "Velma," he said as he leaned back and extended out his finger and said in his most bravoesque voice, " Marry me pretty momma."

She stared back at him, her freckled face full of love before she sighed and said, "I'm sorry Johnny, but my career comes first."

The words echoed in his brain as she stood and left, his body frozen in time, as he finally got over his shock as he heard the door close. He grabbed the flowers that he had his under the table and picked from his momma's garden. He nearly flew down the steps before he realized the van was parked in the driveway, which was very close to the main street. He watched as they drove off, his heart beating against his chest, and if you listened hard enough, you could have sworn you heard Johnny Bravo's heart break that day. His flowers seemed to lack the beauty they had before, as if dying in his hands as he watched the van go away in a billow of dirt and smoke.

Johnny's mind settled back to where he currently was. He was in the diner, still speaking to Uncle Freddy. He had only told the cusp of the story, going around details like him and Velma making "mojo", going to the stuff about his and other frivolous details. But as Johnny told the story, he remembered all of it. Uncle Freddy hadn't said a word the entire story, he only continued cleaning glasses, but Johnny knew he was listening intensely. He finished his story by saying," It was then I felt my heart break like a fragile Scooby snack upon the jagged teeth of reality. And it's been broken ever since." Johnny sniffed lightly, his eyes scanning the room. He looked out the window and noticed that the weather was reflecting how he felt. Dreary and rainy. His eyes landed on the most bodacious babe he'd come across. She was dressed in a getup that he could only describe as a pussycat. He swiftly finished his drink before walking over to the table and sitting across from her. "Hey there, little momma. This seat taken?" She nodded no and he leaned on his elbows to get a better look at her face. "What's your name sweet face?" She blinked quickly before replying. "I'm Melody Valentine! What's yours?"

"Johnny. Johnny Bravo." He struck a valiant pose as she giggled softly. Maybe talking to this dame would heal his broken heart and make him get over Vel—he couldn't even think of her name.

Johnny sat and watched as Melody spoke. Besides Velma, this was the first girl that actually didn't slap him in the face upon the first sentence he spoke. She was, in and essence, his perfect girl. She had that air headedness that he had a tendency to experience. She took his flirtatious comments with stride and even entertained him by throwing her own comments back at him. And to top it all off, she was blonde and a babe. A hotter babe than Daphne by a long shot. She was eccentric for sure, wearing a getup like that. The cat ears weren't unsettling in least. She was everything that he could have wanted. Should have wanted…but didn't want. Not in the least. That damn girl kept running around in his head. Her smile, her freckles, her face when they made love for the first time. He flushed a deeper shade as he thought back on that moment. He couldn't help thinking how she was there everyday then suddenly, gone. Gone. The word sat in the pit of his stomach like a stone. All this time he had missed what Melody was saying until he heard her say his name for the third time. "Johnny?" She said his name with a giggle as he shook his head. "Sorry 'bout that, what was your question?" She leaned in on both her hands before saying, "What do you love the most?"

Johnny blinked several times before responding," I'm sorry, but could you repeat that?" Melody laughed playfully before she responded with a purr, " What do you love the most?" Johnny sat back and immediately responded, "My momma." Melody laughed and shook her head in amusement. "What a stereotypical answer!" She giggled, Johnny laughing back until she turned slightly serious, a coy smile on her. "No, I wanna know what do you love personally? What do you treasure the most that you found on your own rather than given to you?" Johnny sat back in his seat and sighed as he went deep into thought. Was this girl some kind of evil conscience sent to test him? He should have said his hair, his shades, his hair gel, his ride. Any of these things. But they didn't. The only thing that could come to mind was-."Hey, is someone out there?" Johnny looked over at Melody and saw she was looking out the window. "Who would be standing out in the rain with no umbrella like that?" Johnny looked in her line of vision nd could literally feel the pieces of his heart fall back into place as he stared out the window. What he saw first was a bright orange sweater. What he saw second was a mop of brown hair plastered to a face, a round face. And what he saw last were tears. Her tears. Velma's.

Johnny sat wide eyed at the table, his breath coming out in pants and he stood up. "I'm sorry, but I gotta go." "What, wait!" Johnny threw down the money on the table as he headed for the door. "At least answer my question!" She yelled after him, his hand holding open the door as he stood there for a moment and looked back at Melody. "I love Velma Dinkley! And I don't give a damn what I have to do to get her back. But I don't want to lose her…not again." With that he ran out into the rain to Velma, who was still standing there, soaked in rain. Melody sat there in shock as she watched him from the window, a smirk coming to her lips as she shook her head in defeat and placed her head on her hand. "Can't win 'em all I guess." She said as she slurped down her drink and watched from across the street.

As soon as Johnny got close enough to her, she reached out her hand to him, a smile so wide with joy as he reached out and touched her, it sent chills down his spine. He gripped her hand tightly, moving in for a hug. "Velma, I—aaaaaaAAAAAAAIH!" Johnny had started to speak but was quickly thrown on his back, his eyes wide with disbelief rather than pain as he landed on his back on the brick sidewalk, his eyes staring up into the rainy night sky. Velma was towering over him, her face etched with anger and jealousy as she stared down at him. Three things had registered in his mind at that moment. She had thrown him on his back. She had seen him and Melody inside the diner. She was pissed.

Just as he was about to speak, she beat him to the punch. "I'd never thought I would give up my career for a man. I never thought I would leave my friends to pursue you. I never thought Fred would be so against it he wouldn't even drive me back to correct the mistake I made when I said I didn't want to marry you. I never thought I would walk 1 and half miles back in the pouring rain to correct my wrong. I never thought it would be as angry as I am right now. Until I saw you in that diner with her. So please, before I feel like I've wasted anymore time, tell me why I shouldn't walk back those 1 and a half miles in the pouring rain in shame and stay here with you." Her voice was on the verge of breaking near the end of her speech, her eyes red from crying. Johnny stared up at her. On one hand he was extremely happy to see she came back. On the other, so incredibly sad and embarrassed he could barely take such a face. He stood up and yanked his shades away and placed them in his collar, his eyes staring into hers as he grabbed both her wrist. She tried to pull away but his grip was so tight she could barely move. He pulled her close, their foreheads touching as he whispered, "Because I love you more than air and light and you leave me breathless and blind. So I ask again, Marry me? I won't take no for an answer." Velma couldn't help the smile that broke out across her face as she said with a sigh, " Oh Johnny. Of course." He picked her up and kissed her, the rain seeming to mold them together. 'It's like the rain keeps bringing us together', Johnny thought as he thought only of his future with his Velma.

You didn't think I'd end it like that did you?! EPILOGUE COMING SOON!