Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold!, and it's Zero to Hero's fault for
writing such awesome stories that I'm writing this fanfic. As for
Washington State University, if it exists, fantabulous; UMaine IS my
college (GO BLACK BEARS!) so I know it does! All original characters are my
own, so don't steal them or I will sic my Chihuahua Rosie on you.
Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it. And don't eat raspberries. :0)
Chapter One: Love at First Sight What the hell am I doing here? he thought as he sat down in the huge lecture hall. I can't believe I passed up Washington State to... to chase her all the way here! I must be the stupidest guy to walk the earth. Here he was, eighteen years old, with most of his friends attending the aforementioned school... and he had decided to follow the "girl of his dreams" cross-country- to the University of Maine.
The lecturer, a professor named Colin Lebeau, began speaking on his expectations for his students of music theory, so he sat up a little and listened. "I will not take attendance," the older man announced, "because I get your money whether you join us or not!" A few people laughed or cheered. "However, you determine how many times I get your money with your attention and work ethic. I grade based on your work: If it's a half-assed job, I'll give you a half-assed grade." He looked around, letting this sink in. "Good. Now, for this semester..."
As he talked about the homework assignments and tests they would receive, the eighteen-year-old let his mind wander back to the night before he'd left his hometown for college. He'd come to her front door with roses and a promise of undying love. She'd laughed nervously in return.
"I'm so sorry, Arnold," she had said, twirling a dark red strand of hair in her fingertips, "but I just don't feel that way about you. You're ever so smart, and helpful, and sweet... but I've never loved you. Good night." With that, she'd closed the door in his face, roses still tucked in the crook of his left arm.
Returning to reality somewhat, he clenched his pen tightly and closed his eyes. She never loved me. Never, ever. Stupid Lila- what did you make me see, what did you blind me with, that I ever fell in love with you the way I did? He slowly opened his eyes and found Professor Lebeau staring straight at him.
"Arnold Stewart, isn't it?" he said softly.
"Y-yes, sir," he responded. I knew I should have sat further back!
"Are you passing a stone, or is my voice giving you a migraine?" the professor asked dryly.
"Neither, sir."
"Then, please- it's only my first lecture. Don't make such expressions of pain until at least the end of the month." A couple students laughed around him, and Prof. Lebeau winked at him. He slowly grinned, his cheeks coloring at the same time. "Now, back to what I was saying before I feared for this young man's health..." He looked up at the sound of bags being moved, then checked his watch. "Already that time, is it? All right, do the reading for Thursday!" he hollered over the leaving students. Arnold picked up his things and turned towards the door to leave, then froze.
A beautiful girl stood at the doorway, talking to another girl. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a low ponytail that cascaded down her back like a waterfall, while her pale blue eyes danced as she spoke. A pink shirt and white flares clung tantalizingly to her curves. "Wow," he whispered, forgetting Lila in a heartbeat. He walked over, carefully smoothing back his short blonde hair while he practiced a greeting in his head. Before he could reach her, however, she shouldered a dark green L.L. Bean backpack and left- but not before he noticed something.
Her bag was monogrammed with the initials "H.G.P."
"It can't be," he said, stopping in his tracks. "There's no way..."
*** Author's Note: OOOOOH who is this mystery girl? First reviewer to get it right gets a cookie! :0P As for the last name, as you never learn it in the show (at least I never have heard it in an episode) I randomly named him Arnold Stewart. I think it rolls off the tongue quite nicely. Now go read chapter two: Reflecting. Luvs to all! -PopStarOE
Chapter One: Love at First Sight What the hell am I doing here? he thought as he sat down in the huge lecture hall. I can't believe I passed up Washington State to... to chase her all the way here! I must be the stupidest guy to walk the earth. Here he was, eighteen years old, with most of his friends attending the aforementioned school... and he had decided to follow the "girl of his dreams" cross-country- to the University of Maine.
The lecturer, a professor named Colin Lebeau, began speaking on his expectations for his students of music theory, so he sat up a little and listened. "I will not take attendance," the older man announced, "because I get your money whether you join us or not!" A few people laughed or cheered. "However, you determine how many times I get your money with your attention and work ethic. I grade based on your work: If it's a half-assed job, I'll give you a half-assed grade." He looked around, letting this sink in. "Good. Now, for this semester..."
As he talked about the homework assignments and tests they would receive, the eighteen-year-old let his mind wander back to the night before he'd left his hometown for college. He'd come to her front door with roses and a promise of undying love. She'd laughed nervously in return.
"I'm so sorry, Arnold," she had said, twirling a dark red strand of hair in her fingertips, "but I just don't feel that way about you. You're ever so smart, and helpful, and sweet... but I've never loved you. Good night." With that, she'd closed the door in his face, roses still tucked in the crook of his left arm.
Returning to reality somewhat, he clenched his pen tightly and closed his eyes. She never loved me. Never, ever. Stupid Lila- what did you make me see, what did you blind me with, that I ever fell in love with you the way I did? He slowly opened his eyes and found Professor Lebeau staring straight at him.
"Arnold Stewart, isn't it?" he said softly.
"Y-yes, sir," he responded. I knew I should have sat further back!
"Are you passing a stone, or is my voice giving you a migraine?" the professor asked dryly.
"Neither, sir."
"Then, please- it's only my first lecture. Don't make such expressions of pain until at least the end of the month." A couple students laughed around him, and Prof. Lebeau winked at him. He slowly grinned, his cheeks coloring at the same time. "Now, back to what I was saying before I feared for this young man's health..." He looked up at the sound of bags being moved, then checked his watch. "Already that time, is it? All right, do the reading for Thursday!" he hollered over the leaving students. Arnold picked up his things and turned towards the door to leave, then froze.
A beautiful girl stood at the doorway, talking to another girl. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a low ponytail that cascaded down her back like a waterfall, while her pale blue eyes danced as she spoke. A pink shirt and white flares clung tantalizingly to her curves. "Wow," he whispered, forgetting Lila in a heartbeat. He walked over, carefully smoothing back his short blonde hair while he practiced a greeting in his head. Before he could reach her, however, she shouldered a dark green L.L. Bean backpack and left- but not before he noticed something.
Her bag was monogrammed with the initials "H.G.P."
"It can't be," he said, stopping in his tracks. "There's no way..."
*** Author's Note: OOOOOH who is this mystery girl? First reviewer to get it right gets a cookie! :0P As for the last name, as you never learn it in the show (at least I never have heard it in an episode) I randomly named him Arnold Stewart. I think it rolls off the tongue quite nicely. Now go read chapter two: Reflecting. Luvs to all! -PopStarOE
