"He taught her that courage wasn't the absence of fear-it was running anyway, especially if someone you loved was running beside you."
"They were an unlikely equation-the boy who ran from monsters and the girl who stood her ground. But in the space...
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*💚Third Person's POV💚*
Julia, Shaggy, and Scooby wandered the main thoroughfare of the island, trying to get a feel for the place. Julia kept her eyes peeled for anything unusual, her mystery-solving instincts humming beneath the surface despite the team's fracturing.
"Hey, Shaggy!"
The voice came from behind them. They turned to see Mary-Jane, the blonde from the plane, waving with a bright smile.
"Mary-Jane," Shaggy said, her name rolling off his tongue easily.
"You maybe wanna come and hang out for a bit?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes.
Julia couldn't watch. She turned away, focusing intently on a nearby poster for the "Tunnel of Torment." Her cheeks puffed out in a subtle, unconscious pout.
Shaggy glanced from Mary-Jane to the strawberry-blonde woman beside him. Julia looked adorable, her face a perfect picture of annoyed distraction. A huge, unbidden smile spread across his face.
He looked back at Mary-Jane. "I'm sorry, but I already have plans. But, like, I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening," he said politely but firmly, stepping back toward Julia.
Mary-Jane's smile faltered before she shrugged and walked off.
"Where's Scoob?" Shaggy asked, realizing his best friend wasn't with them.
"He went to take a call," Julia said, pointing vaguely toward a bar shaped like a giant skull. She was still looking a little flushed.
"Come on!" Shaggy took her hand suddenly, his fingers lacing with hers, and pulled her toward a garish, flickering claw machine he'd spotted earlier.
"What are you doing?" Julia asked, her annoyance melting into confusion as she looked up at him. His eyes were warm, and for a moment, she never wanted to look away.
His focus shifted to the machine. Inside, among an assortment of creepy plush toys—severed fingers, shrunken heads—was one particular stuffed, dismembered head with streaks of green in its synthetic hair. He maneuverer the claw with intense concentration, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth. After a few tense tries, the claw dropped, grabbed the prize, and carried it shakily to the chute.
"Voilà!" He presented it to her triumphantly.
"Thank you, Shags," she said softly, her eyes lighting up. Without thinking, she leaned forward and pressed a quick, soft kiss to his cheek.
Shaggy froze. For a few seconds, he stood in a daze, the ghost of her lips lingering on his skin like a brand.
"I got the one with the green," he finally managed, his voice a little hoarse. "To match your eyes." He grinned, then got lost in those very eyes again. His mouth moved ahead of his brain. "Your eyes are the reason I like green so much. My favourite colour became green because of those beautiful green eyes of yours."
