Disclaimer: I don't like admitting that I don't own things. It sucks. I don't own Hey Arnold! All I own is a copy of the Hey Arnold! The Movie DVD that doesn't even play. And since that's probably not going to change between now and the end of the story, this applies to all chapters of the story, and if it does somehow change, I'll be sure to let you know. Deal?
A/N: My first Hey Arnold! fic (that you know about)...but don't be easy on me since this is by no means my first fic ever. This story didn't originally have a prologue (Chapter 1 was one but I changed my mind). I made it up right now, as I'm typing this note I'm making up the prologue in my head to feel you guys out. I finished the whole story, it's in a notebook next to my foot waiting to be typed, but I'm a lazy person. But I'm easy to please. All I ask is one good review. If one person cares, that person deserves to see how it plays out, methinks...especially since it's already written. If no one cares...then I'll put it with my collection of fanfics I've never typed up. Deal? Now enjoy.
Prologue: Seemingly Innocent
Nobody expected it out of Pheobe Heyerdahl. This story isn't hers, but she is the one that inadvertantly started it. Nobody expected this out of the usually shy girl, but four words out of her mouth forever changed the lives of her friends...and a soul lurking in the shadows. And yet, these four words were so innocent by themselves. They had been used many times by the girl. However, it was the order she put them in that made them so important.
It had happened afterschool one day. Pheobe asked Helga to hold the bus...and to remember to actually do so this time. Helga rolled her eyes and agreed to, so Pheobe went to find the one to whom she uttered these four magical words.
She found him just as he himself was about to board the bus. Now or never time, Pheobe, she told herself. Taking in a deep breath, Pheobe called out, "Hey, Gerald!"
Gerald turned to see Pheobe. "Can we talk a moment?" Pheobe asked hopefully.
Gerald shrugged. "Sure."
Pheobe led Gerald back away a bit from the people so they couldn't hear, but close enough they could run to catch the bus when Helga once again forgot to hold it for her. Not that Pheobe didn't trust her best friend...she just knew that sometimes Helga was too caught up in herself, and she wanted to be prepared.
"Gerald, there's something I've wanted to tell you for some time. I just don't know how to say it," Pheobe told him.
Gerald smiled at her. "How about you just say it?"
Pheobe nodded, once again sucking in deep life giving oxygen. Then she uttered those four seemingly innocent words in such an order that she inadvertantly changed five lives.
"I like you, Gerald."
Good, bad, indifferent? Let me know. Yours may be the vote that decides the fate of this story.
A/N: My first Hey Arnold! fic (that you know about)...but don't be easy on me since this is by no means my first fic ever. This story didn't originally have a prologue (Chapter 1 was one but I changed my mind). I made it up right now, as I'm typing this note I'm making up the prologue in my head to feel you guys out. I finished the whole story, it's in a notebook next to my foot waiting to be typed, but I'm a lazy person. But I'm easy to please. All I ask is one good review. If one person cares, that person deserves to see how it plays out, methinks...especially since it's already written. If no one cares...then I'll put it with my collection of fanfics I've never typed up. Deal? Now enjoy.
Prologue: Seemingly Innocent
Nobody expected it out of Pheobe Heyerdahl. This story isn't hers, but she is the one that inadvertantly started it. Nobody expected this out of the usually shy girl, but four words out of her mouth forever changed the lives of her friends...and a soul lurking in the shadows. And yet, these four words were so innocent by themselves. They had been used many times by the girl. However, it was the order she put them in that made them so important.
It had happened afterschool one day. Pheobe asked Helga to hold the bus...and to remember to actually do so this time. Helga rolled her eyes and agreed to, so Pheobe went to find the one to whom she uttered these four magical words.
She found him just as he himself was about to board the bus. Now or never time, Pheobe, she told herself. Taking in a deep breath, Pheobe called out, "Hey, Gerald!"
Gerald turned to see Pheobe. "Can we talk a moment?" Pheobe asked hopefully.
Gerald shrugged. "Sure."
Pheobe led Gerald back away a bit from the people so they couldn't hear, but close enough they could run to catch the bus when Helga once again forgot to hold it for her. Not that Pheobe didn't trust her best friend...she just knew that sometimes Helga was too caught up in herself, and she wanted to be prepared.
"Gerald, there's something I've wanted to tell you for some time. I just don't know how to say it," Pheobe told him.
Gerald smiled at her. "How about you just say it?"
Pheobe nodded, once again sucking in deep life giving oxygen. Then she uttered those four seemingly innocent words in such an order that she inadvertantly changed five lives.
"I like you, Gerald."
Good, bad, indifferent? Let me know. Yours may be the vote that decides the fate of this story.