mysteryinced:
DAPHNE WALKED INTO THE DINKLEYS’ LIKE SHE OWNED IT, THE CUTE LITTLE HOME that could likely at least quadruple before fitting in her own. It was quaint, warm, inviting, kind of like Velma, though there were more to each of the eccentric Dinkleys than most of the town liked to admit. Daphne, however, considered Velma to be one of her best friends – she had other friends of course, popular, cheerleaderesque friends, but Velma had been her friend since they were kids, then there was the gang. The other four were completely important to her. She wasn’t that shallow. She was deep, regardless of whether people agreed. So, when she was down in the dumps, her feelings deep and what she called complicated, she came to Velma, especially about one thing. “Don’t trivialize my boy problems,” Daph retorted, sternly, yet not angrily, after sitting. It was more like a quip than anything. “Beside they wouldn’t be a millennial crisis. They’d be a before marriage crisis. Totally last way longer. But in case you haven’t inferred, it’s definitely more the second than the first. Sorry.”
Seeing Coolsville’s favorite resident redhead in her kitchen was like seeing a fish out of water for lack of better idiom. Daphne’s style, her entirety, it just didn’t quite fit in the house; however, Velma got so used to it, Daphne Blake might as well have lived in the Dinkley’s home. Velma on the other hand, might as well have been her paid shrink. “It’s nothing personal Daphne, you know I trivialize everything.” Velma teased, unable to resist after knowing what her best friend was there for. She was slightly disappointed in herself having not guessed what Daphne’s problem was. It was easily predictable to Velma that Daphne was problematic about a boy, just as how Fred was always problematic about a girl, and Shaggy about his lovable Great Dane Scooby-Doo. “Isn’t it Wednsday? I thought talking about Fred Jones for 5 hours straight was scheduled on Friday?” She poked fun again as she went to the fridge and retrieved a can of soda from on of the racks. With a gentle kick, she shut the fridge door and popped the can open. “Don’t apologize Daph, I’m always here for you. Plus, I may or may not have been born to help people, so fire away my fiery redheaded friend.”