******Ok, I know, not smart to start another ficcy when you havent
ever finished one. Yes, well, im not smart, what can ya do?******
******This is a sequel to both the neighborhood movie and the journal! OH JOY! OH RAPTURE!******
******Hey, I know, EVERYONE is doin this idea! IM EVERYONE!!! *dances around* read it anyhow I'll try to be different, k?******
******Sorry, not much babble, I jest aint in the mood!!!!! No babble for you! Come back one year! Ok, maybe not, try come back one update, we see what happens, k?******
******Disclaimer: Never ask cartoon characters to elope with you in Vegas. They wont do it, and they might put your email on zoog disney, hehehe. what was I talkin bout again? A disclaimer? Oh.. Um. I DON'T OWN YOU, YO MAMA, HEY ARNOLD, OR ANYTHING ELSE! I JEST LIKE TO BE STOOPID AND WRITE DUMB STORIES, OKIE DOKERS? And if you don like it, well, tough monkeys! *cackles* ******
A HA! Movie Sequel ( Can a Title Get More Original Than That?), ch 1
"Pretty crazy day."
"Yeah, we uh, said a lot of nutty things back there, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, well, about all that stuff I said back, Arnold, I- It was crazy back there.."
"Yeah, with all the excitement, we just kinda-"
"Got carried away?"
"You didn't... really mean all that, did you? You don't really love me, right?"
"R-Right."
"You were just caught up in the heat of the moment, right?"
"Right!"
"You actually hate me, don't you?"
"Of course I hate you, you stupid Footballhead! And don't you ever forget it! Ever!"
"Ok."
Like a song stuck in his head, the same conversation from the week before played over and over in his mind. Awake or asleep, it haunted him, it taunted him, it would not go away. There was no escape. It was driving him crazy and there was nothing Arnold could do about it.
The worst part was, the more he thought about what had happened, the worse he felt. He couldn't tell what it was. A mixture of emotions all in one that grew stronger every day. Sadness, anger, fear, anxiety, frustration, disappointment, and something he couldn't quite put his finger on. A terrible, wonderful feeling, an oxymoronic emotion. What was it? What did it mean? Why couldn't it leave him alone?
Dizzy, disoriented, confused, Arnold went to his best friend for advice. He told him everything that happened. Helga's confession on the roof of the Fti building, the conversation after they had saved the neighborhood.
"I can think of only two explanations." Gerald told him.
"What?"
"You aren't gonna like it." he laughed.
"Try me." Arnold said, desperate for answers.
"Ok. Either you're still not over the shock of what happened last week and need more sleep..." he started to laugh again.
"Either that or what? Gerald, come on! Tell me!"
"Either that or..." Gerald took a deep breath, "Or you love Helga Pataki." he burst out laughing again
Arnold's eyes widened, his face felt hot, and a chill ran through his body. Him? Love Helga? What?
Gerald raised an eyebrow and gave his confused friend a LOOK. "No way... You really do! You love Helga Pataki?!?"
"No I don't!" Arnold squeaked, absolutely horrified at the idea. He could NOT love HELGA, could he??
"You do! Don't you, Arnold?!? Oh man, you're BLUSHING!" he erupted into uncharacteristic, mad giggles.
NO NO NO!!! He did NOT love Helga! He couldn't possibly! He... he was blushing?? Arnold tried desperately to hide his face.
"I always knew you had it bad! But THIS? It's pathetic! It's beyond funny, its HILARIOUS!"
"I don't love Helga!" Arnold whined and stomped off in the direction of the boarding house.
"Whatever you say, Arnold!" Gerald called after him.
"He's a sick boy. a sick boy." Gerald muttered to himself before he cracked up again, "Helga Pataki! HAHAHAHA!"
******ok, chapper over, chapper 2 should be out in a couple of days, so you'll see what happens, but I gotsa go to bed now!!!!******
******Please review, it helps a lot! Oh and if yer gonna say something bad about it, be a bit more descriptive and let it be CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, please, no flames, thanks.******
******This is a sequel to both the neighborhood movie and the journal! OH JOY! OH RAPTURE!******
******Hey, I know, EVERYONE is doin this idea! IM EVERYONE!!! *dances around* read it anyhow I'll try to be different, k?******
******Sorry, not much babble, I jest aint in the mood!!!!! No babble for you! Come back one year! Ok, maybe not, try come back one update, we see what happens, k?******
******Disclaimer: Never ask cartoon characters to elope with you in Vegas. They wont do it, and they might put your email on zoog disney, hehehe. what was I talkin bout again? A disclaimer? Oh.. Um. I DON'T OWN YOU, YO MAMA, HEY ARNOLD, OR ANYTHING ELSE! I JEST LIKE TO BE STOOPID AND WRITE DUMB STORIES, OKIE DOKERS? And if you don like it, well, tough monkeys! *cackles* ******
A HA! Movie Sequel ( Can a Title Get More Original Than That?), ch 1
"Pretty crazy day."
"Yeah, we uh, said a lot of nutty things back there, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, well, about all that stuff I said back, Arnold, I- It was crazy back there.."
"Yeah, with all the excitement, we just kinda-"
"Got carried away?"
"You didn't... really mean all that, did you? You don't really love me, right?"
"R-Right."
"You were just caught up in the heat of the moment, right?"
"Right!"
"You actually hate me, don't you?"
"Of course I hate you, you stupid Footballhead! And don't you ever forget it! Ever!"
"Ok."
Like a song stuck in his head, the same conversation from the week before played over and over in his mind. Awake or asleep, it haunted him, it taunted him, it would not go away. There was no escape. It was driving him crazy and there was nothing Arnold could do about it.
The worst part was, the more he thought about what had happened, the worse he felt. He couldn't tell what it was. A mixture of emotions all in one that grew stronger every day. Sadness, anger, fear, anxiety, frustration, disappointment, and something he couldn't quite put his finger on. A terrible, wonderful feeling, an oxymoronic emotion. What was it? What did it mean? Why couldn't it leave him alone?
Dizzy, disoriented, confused, Arnold went to his best friend for advice. He told him everything that happened. Helga's confession on the roof of the Fti building, the conversation after they had saved the neighborhood.
"I can think of only two explanations." Gerald told him.
"What?"
"You aren't gonna like it." he laughed.
"Try me." Arnold said, desperate for answers.
"Ok. Either you're still not over the shock of what happened last week and need more sleep..." he started to laugh again.
"Either that or what? Gerald, come on! Tell me!"
"Either that or..." Gerald took a deep breath, "Or you love Helga Pataki." he burst out laughing again
Arnold's eyes widened, his face felt hot, and a chill ran through his body. Him? Love Helga? What?
Gerald raised an eyebrow and gave his confused friend a LOOK. "No way... You really do! You love Helga Pataki?!?"
"No I don't!" Arnold squeaked, absolutely horrified at the idea. He could NOT love HELGA, could he??
"You do! Don't you, Arnold?!? Oh man, you're BLUSHING!" he erupted into uncharacteristic, mad giggles.
NO NO NO!!! He did NOT love Helga! He couldn't possibly! He... he was blushing?? Arnold tried desperately to hide his face.
"I always knew you had it bad! But THIS? It's pathetic! It's beyond funny, its HILARIOUS!"
"I don't love Helga!" Arnold whined and stomped off in the direction of the boarding house.
"Whatever you say, Arnold!" Gerald called after him.
"He's a sick boy. a sick boy." Gerald muttered to himself before he cracked up again, "Helga Pataki! HAHAHAHA!"
******ok, chapper over, chapper 2 should be out in a couple of days, so you'll see what happens, but I gotsa go to bed now!!!!******
******Please review, it helps a lot! Oh and if yer gonna say something bad about it, be a bit more descriptive and let it be CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, please, no flames, thanks.******
