Scoobydoobel

~A/N: Forgive Me.~     His breath hitched in his throat as your hand ghosted over his, a concerned expression dusting your features as you watched him intently. "Are you sure you're okay?" you hummed softly, brows furrowing at his unusual behavior. Despite his lively and happy attitude, he had become oddly distant and hushed, keeping to himself. Even with him protesting against your assumptions and claiming that he felt fine, you still thought something was wrong.     "I told you," he muttered, "I'm fine but... You know, I'll just..." He suddenly stood, pulling you up to your feet with him. "I need to ask you something really important, a