Hi HA! fandom! I decided to make my first fanfic on Curly. Why not explain his weirdness to everyone creatively? DISCLAIMER: Curly and the other characters of Hey Arnold! are not mine. Those are Craig Bartlett's creations!

*Curly's POV*

Hi, I'm Curly, and I'm a dramatic, eccentric, and overly passionate freak…Well, that's how I think it would go if there was a Psycho Anonymous for me. Ever since I lived in this town, I was known as that "weird kid" in the neighborhood. I thought there was more to me than that in which people saw flattering, or at least another loony around here. Now, after my escapades from elementary to the present, I can't make others see past what I call my "extreme lows". Everyone knows me after freeing the animals in the zoo… at age 9. I don't need to mention what I was dressed as. The whole town knew! Anyway, I wasn't always this poor, twisted little freak people made me out to be.

Thanks a lot for that name Helga.

I was in Seattle before I moved to Hillwood during my second grade year…

*Flashback (Seattle, WA)*

"Mom, did you get the dog food for Russell?" I shouted viewing my mom in front of me. She was carrying an enormous manuscript in her hand, rushing quickly to an open desk drawer.

My mom is a romantic novelist and poem writer. My father is the opposite, like most guys are. Instead of making you fall in love in his books, he scares your soul out of your flesh.

It's weird to see that my parents are lovers. Maybe as on and off daters, but not this.

"Not yet honey. I'm on my way to the market. Would you like to come?" she replied. While Russell, with his shiny, black Labradorian pelt was by my side, I answered, "No mom. I want to stay with dad." She nodded. "Okay. Just make sure you knock on his door. He's in his office." She exited the house and closed the front door. At first, I thought about going to speak to Dad, but instead, I ran to the front window filled with combustible joy. Russell wasn't too far behind. As Russell's two front paws and wet nose were pressed against the window, I waved alongside him to my mother. She waved back in her car as she went on her way to the market. Russell and I immediately dashed to my father's office door. I knocked on the door three times in rhythmic pattern. "Who is it now?" my father yelled in annoyance. "It's me, Dad" I said nervously. In a more calming tone, my father said, "Come in son." I opened the door slowly and walked my way in with Russell. "Mom went to the market… and, and I was wondering if we could go to the park today with Russell. C-Can we?" I said as I looked in anticipation. "Not today. I have a lot to do. I will take you tomorrow. Are you okay with that son?" I was a little disappointed, but I accepted the suggestion. "Yes" I said while nodding.

My dad worked a lot on his thriller novels. He told me he would become well known one day and would have plenty of time to spend with me after his success, but I felt that wasn't going to happen.

Well, only 12 more years! I'm sure he has enough time!

After closing my father's door quietly, I went to the backyard with Russell to play fetch. Eventually, the location went from the backyard, to the woods with Russell even though my mother warned me not to for my safety.

She didn't know I was doing this when she was out the house.

My father was too busy to figure it out. Despite my ignorance and rebellion, I was safe with Russell. He sniffed our trail back to the house every time! He was my friend back then.

My only friend.

As usual, my father did not keep his promise to me the next day.

I had enough of those promises to last me a lifetime of doubt! My nature rapidly transformed from asking Dad about something to asking Mom before I ever thought of asking him.

Later on that year, both my mother's and father's novels were becoming a success in cult followings. They agreed to move over to the east coast to get more exposure. The location would be Hillwood they said. During that decision, and thinking economically, they agreed to leave Russell behind in Seattle with Aunt Lily.

It's ironic because she wasn't like that heavenly scented flower AT ALL.

3 months later, from her cruelness and neglect, Russell died from starvation.

I never felt so hurt in my life. EVER! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE HER!

At least, through these "extreme lows", I found that acting was my passion and I enjoyed helping animals in need. I am grateful to have friends during these last few high school years. Eugene, Brainy, and Sheena don't know how much they mean to me! I still hang with the other peers every once in a while. Lately though, due to their social lives and my constant deranged moments, we are more like acquaintances now and we occasionally talk to each other during parties or in gym class, which I loathe to this day. Not as much as Eugene though. He never gets a break.

Then again, he does …literally sometimes.

Besides my friends, I have Dr. Bliss for therapy to help me deal with my demons, but what really makes me swoon with happiness and the enjoyment of life is, and still, Rhonda Wellington Lloyd. I SWEAR I WILL MAKE HER MINE! I know she have to admire how much I love her despite her constantly refusing to be with 's only a matter of time and of the heart that she will see that I'm right for her physically, emotionally, HELL, even spiritually if she gives me the chance! We shared a special moment on that San Lorenzo trip. WE KISSED!

Why are Helga and Arnold the only ones who get to enjoy undying love between each other?

*Flashback (Fifth Grade San Lorenzo Field Trip)*

Arnold won the whole class a trip to San Lorenzo and I decided to go. I really wanted to see the exotic creatures with Nadine and Sheena.

They were the only two classmates interested besides me.

The trip started off well until we were surrounded by a tribe of bandits under this dude named La Sombra. To makes things worse, Arnold, Helga, and Gerald were missing.

They weren't M.I.A. for long though.

They came back to help us break free with Arnold's parents and the Green Eyed People Arnold was talking about earlier. Like I did with most people after my family issues, I doubted him and assumed he was lying, but after observing these mysterious people in front of me, I opened my eyes to stopping my doubt in others.

And of ALL people, I doubted Arnold. What was I thinking?

As we all ran for freedom, I noticed Rhonda wasn't with us. I trailed back to find her. She was caught by one of the henchmen of La Sombra. Without a single thought of fear piercing my mind, I found a way to take down the treacherous enemy. "You're safe my angel!" I shouted cheerfully. "Thank you so much Curly! Thank you!" she said in appreciation. I smiled. "Just give me a big kiss, mi amor!" Boldly, I grabbed her waist, pulled her body close to mine, and planted a long, alluring and almost inescapable kiss. At first, Rhonda was trying to escape it, but then she fell for it for a moment.

Too short I might add.

After that moment of short, but sweet affection, Rhonda immediately came back to the realization that I was kissing her. She pushed me back. "Whew, I don't know what came over me!" she replied in shock. She took a deep sigh as her tone changed to a relaxing one. "Look here Curly," pointing at me, "I appreciate you saving me, but this… this is not going to happen." She grabs my collar furiously. "And if you tell anyone that this happened, I WILL KILL YOU! YOU HEAR ME?" she said angrily. "Yes milady!" I answered while smiling. "STOP IT! We have to catch up with the others!" We made it back safely receiving new details about Helga, Arnold, and the reunion with his parents, but the only news I ENJOYED was known between me and Rhonda. After that humid, mind-blowing day, I knew that Rhonda had some feelings for me, whether she liked it, or not…

That was a good start I think! Let me know. Be gentle, but constructive. This is my first fanfic anyway!