A/N: Don't own Hey Arnold. If I did, I'd be a lot less broke. It's all for Craig Bartlett and Nickelodeon.

-Decided to extend this a little bit...A two-shot. Chapter two will be up either tomorrow or Saturday

-To The J.A.M a.k.a Numbuh: They're like 17 in this fic. It's creepy if they're still 9 lol


Sitting on the bleachers, Phoebe peers at the football field from behind her book.

A heat wave came with a vengeful force in late May and they were currently burning in the middle of it. The soccer team still had to practice, so they decided to play shirts vs. skins.

She scans the field until she finds her target. Thank you lord Jesus for making him a part of the skin's team.

He runs with fluidity, wrestling the ball from his teammates. Her eyes glance over the wide expanse of his back and the bulging of his biceps.

But what really catches her eyes is how the sun beats down against the darkness of his skin. Wth the sun shining on him, his smooth caramel skin shines with an ethereal glow. Her attraction to his color draws her to every moment that his body makes. From the way his lips part to sip from his water bottle to the way his body stretches to alleviate tension.

But when he locks eyes with her after practice is over, she knows it's not the majesty of his brown skin that attracts her to him. It's just the fact that its him.

So after practice, when Gerald makes his way across the field to her, as he watches her eyes dilate and darken with lust, he whispers in her ear "Like what you see, baby?"

She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him close with astonishing force for such a small girl. "You make me want to Hershey's Kiss your licorice."


The heat wave continued to burn on in Hillwood. People were taking to the streets in as little clothing as possible, trying to fight off the mounting heat from the sun. As Jamie-O so eloquently put it "Sun, we know you a real nigga! You don't have to keep it 100 no more!" Needless to say, the heat was getting to everyone.

However, Gerald decided to take advantage of the sunny afternoon to treat his long-time girlfriend to a picnic. That Saturday afternoon, Phoebe and Gerald walk hand in hand to the secluded portion of Hillwood Park. He was dressed in a loose tank top and cargo shorts. But he was distracted by the beauty of his Oriental girlfriend. Phoebe, who grew into a lithe, ethereal beauty, had her hair tucked into a loose, messy bun with her oversized glasses perched upon her face and wore a denim skater skirt paired with a sleeveless lace top which would appear innocent if it weren't for its sinfully short length. Gerald learned of his miraculous powers of multi-tasking during their walk to the park. He had to simultaneously stop himself from dragging her to his empty bedroom and making them both sweat for hours on end and glaring at all other boys who stare at his Phoebe with the same intention.

They sat down on their blanket under the shade of Mighty Pete. Gerald leaned back against the tree and Phoebe leaned against him. They were mostly protected from the sun, but it still shone it's light upon them through th shelter of Mighty Pete's leaves. Phoebe looked up at her boyfriend, who had his eyes closed and brown skin glistening undeneath the sun rays. In awe of this glow she saw emanating from her man, she trailed her fingers down his bicep and whispered "Where are your people from?"

Gerald shuddered at the touch. "Maybe Mississippi or an island."

The glow emanating from his skin seemed supernatural. Phoebe wanted to study it, dissect it, bathe herself in it. Her fingers trailed against the smooth skin of his jaw. Finally the perfect words to describe his mahogany came to mind. "Apparently your skin has been kissed by the sun."

Gerald looked down at Phoebe with a smile flirting with the corners of his lips. He remembered the words she said to him after soccer practice "You make me want to Hershey's kiss your Licorice." He was so shocked that those words came from his innocent Phoebe. If she wanted to be his adorable vixen, thn he'd just have to play along with her.
"You be my Almond Joy, I'll be your sugar daddy."

Phoebe blushed then threw her head back in laughter. "You're so corny and adorable at th same time!"

"Only with you, baby, only with you." he whispered as he captured her lips in a tender kiss.