Grimmy: I can originally credit my hiatus to NaNoWriMo but I was viciously attacked by writers block when it came time to type everything up. So, in my new found time I've decided to clean out my document space and post my old completed work. I'm pretty sure I posted this before but I guess not. Anyways, to all the HaroldxRhonda fans! I hope I did you justice. :)
I don't own Hey Arnold.
They were so different.
No, that word didn't fit, but it was the only one that could come close to describe them. Different. It was just odd how two people who had almost nothing in common could look so... good together. And good they did look.
He was big. Not overweight like he was in his youth. Just bulky. And surprisingly soft for someone with so much muscle mass. He was one of the people who'd always have that bit of baby fat laced over every bit of their body. Tall too, he was two inches over the six foot marker and if the way he'd shot up and out over the summer was any indication of just how big he'd be... The football team would damn good this year.He still wore a blue cap, it had become ratty and patched over the years so the shades of blue varied. He stopped wearing shorts and started wearing faded and ragged jeans. They looked good, almost as if it was done professionally, but it was just the result of horseplay and roughhousing. His shirts were always too big. He wouldn't wear them any other way.
All in all he was Harold Berman, just another fifteen year old boy.
And she like something out of a magazine. She still hadn't reached her full height and was only a few inches over five feet, but that didn't stop her from dominating the social ladder. Her aristocratic features, high cheekbones, a thin slightly upturned nose, dark eyes, and alabaster skin gave people the distinct impression that she was a lot more powerful than she really was. Her hair was often kept styled into a perfect bob.
Her clothes were always bright, fresh, and new, a majority of them even styled by herself. And her shoes, she quite possibly had a pair for every outfit she owned. She was never seen wearing the same thing twice. She was well on her way to establishing a career in the fashion world even though she was only a sophomore in high school. She was determined to go far.
All in all she was Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd, and she wasn't just another fifteen year old girl.
But they contrasted nicely in an odd sort of way. Kind of like blue and orange, two very different colors but they looked surprisingly good together. She wanted for that to be the reason she had kissed him at a party a few weeks prior, but they both knew it wasn't true. They both knew she'd done it because she wanted to, not to prove she didn't feel anything for him. She insisted they had nothing but they knew...
The truth scared Rhonda, simply because if it got out her reputation would be ruined. She could see the school gossip column now: Fashionista Loves Poultry Producer. She would be completely ruined. Not only that but she had lost a friend, a good one at that. He just wasn't on her level in social ranking and she actually felt bad about it.
That is until he kissed her in front of the entire school at their next assembly two weeks later.
Grimmy: No true closing notes except I can see how my writing style has changed. :) I think for the better. Feel free to post a review~
