(Shaggy's POV)
"Shaggy I'm back!" Diana called out.
Happily, I floated in to meet her. I would readily admit she looked really pretty in the turquoise dress she was wearing. Under her arm, she carried the old yearbook which she gently set on the table before dropping onto the couch in the living room. She was tired I could tell. I drifted down next to her and waited for her to speak but she didn't. Instead, she let her head fall against the couch. Diana was really tired.
"You were on the track team?" she asked sleepily.
"Yeah, I led our team to the championship one year how'd you know?"
"Your picture is in the trophy case at school,"
I wasn't expecting that. However, I could care less at the moment. Diana was so tired.
"Diana is something wrong? Are you sick?"
"I don't feel well,"
"When did this start?"
"Lunchtime,"
Now, I was worried. Why was she sick?
"Diana, I need you to call someone,"
"I'm fine,"
"Please, please,"
I levitated the phone over to her. It dropped onto the couch but she didn't bother to touch it.
"Diana, please?"
"Okay, okay fine,"
…...
Soon, Diana's father picked her up to take her to the doctor. I drifted aimlessly around the house before once again stopping in Diana's room. I had moved the yearbook to her room for safekeeping. Looking through it I found papers tucked in between the pages. It dawned on me that she was trying to solve a mystery. A mystery about me. Oh, Diana, she was so curious. I chose well. She was such a good friend to me. She was startled at first but she was used to me now.
Hours later Diana returned and went straight to her bedroom. I followed behind her and watched as she dragged herself into bed.
"So?"
"I have a bad cold. Probably got it at school. I'll be fine in a few days. Why were you so worried Shaggy?"
"Because you're the only friend I've had in years and I didn't want to lose you,"
"You're sweet,"
No, you are.
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