Discoveries In Pink
Arnold didn't know whether to be astounded or downright floored at what was transpiring right before his very eyes. Helga Geraldine Pataki, long-term bully short-term best friend, stood as still as a statue...whilst balancing on the points of her pink-laced ballet flats. Had it not been for the insistence of his coworkers (namely Gerald) to check out the new rendition of Swan Lake that the Hillwood Dance Department had decided to put on, he probably would have been back at his apartment reading a book and thoughtfully sipping his coffee.
Not that he was complaining.
Far from it, actually.
He was currently witnessing what had to have been in his honest opinion the most intricate and beautiful performance he had ever seen. This was made all the more true by the fact that at that very moment a girl, no, scratch that, WOMAN that he had known literally his entire life was moving about the stage as if she had been born there.
Every turn, peiroette, and pleay she executed was flawless and mesmerising. And it wasn't just seeing her there that had him in such a state of awe, he had always known that Helga was an amazingly talented person even if she chose to hide that part of herself away from most people. What really got his heart and brain doing marathons was the fact that he was seeing her. Helga always prided herself in her masks. Growing up the way she did Helga had learned very early on that it was best to put on a facade of toughness so that noone would ever suspect that deep down lied a sensitive and vulnerable soul yearning to be loved and cared for...cared about.
But, here in this auditorium, on this stage, in this moment, all of her masks were off. She danced with such grace and femininity that it was hard to fathom that this woman was capable of reducing the size of any standing structure to absolute zero. And even though her part in this dance was minor in comparison to say, the lead dancer, in his eyes she stole the show. Helga shone with such radiance that Arnold swore he saw an aura of light encircling her majestic form as she moved. He knew then as his heart pounded inside his chest that the woman in front of him meant so much more to him than being merely a friend. So to say that it disheartened him greatly when with a finale bow her routine ended, would have been an understatement. And as the curtains closed signaling the end of the performance Arnold found himself enthusiastically rising to his feet (along with the entire audience) and applauding with such fervor that he hoped that a certain blonde-haired blue-eyed woman would hear him.
A/N: Okay so there it is guys, my first one shot! Also my first story posted on this beautiful site! We'll call this little ficlet a test shall we? Let me know what you amazing people think and don't be shy to throw in a constructive criticism or two. Pleeeease I need the help! Oh, and don't worry I have very slowly been writing a steady stream of fanfiction covering a variety of topics over the years that will be posted soon. So till next, time I'm your friendly neighborhood FicFreak! Seeeeeeee yaaaaaaa!!!!
P.s: if any of you guys are editors/ beta readers I would love to have a partner on future projects.
