Phoebe Heyerdahl stood hesitantly on the stoop, her small fist poised to knock. She knew Helga wouldn't take this news well. Not well at all. Especially since they had been going out for so long... The small asian swallowed, her throat tight. When Gerald had told her, she had been in tears for hours. Who knew how long Helga would be mourning...
Phoebe squeaked, jumping slightly as the door opened, revealing a sulky looking Helga wearing a baggy hoodie and jeans, her hair up in a messy bun and carrying a sports bag over her shoulder.
"I'll be back later!" She called behind her as Big Bob's gruff voice came yelling through the doorway. "Hey, Pheebs," She muttered, slightly surprised to see her friend on her stoop. Especially since Pheobe knew very well that she had... stuff today. "What's up?" She asked, making her way to her old, slightly beat up car.
Phoebe hesitated a moment before running to catch up today. "Helga, wait. I have something to t-tell you..."
Helga stopped, her key hovering over the lock of the driver's door, and gave the bespectacled girl on the other side of her car an odd look. "What? You pregnant or something?"
Phoebe blushed, stuttering, "Wh-What? NO! I... It's something else..."
Helga gave Phoebe a hard look and leaned against her car. "What? Is it Geraldo? 'Cause I swear, if he did something I'll rip off his-"
"I know," Phoebe said quickly, managing a weak smile. "And no. We're fine... mostly... It's about Arnold." Here, she felt a fresh wave of tears ready to fall. She just managed to hold them back.
Helga shifted uncomfortably at the mention of her boyfriend and frowned. "Oh... Listen, Pheebs, can we talk about this later, 'cause I'm already running late... and stuff." She looked down, jamming her keys into the lock.
"No, wait! Helga! Please!" Phoebe said, dashing to the other side of the car and grabbing her friend's hand with surprising force. "It's important."
Helga pulled her hand away, a deep frown etched on her face. "I. Don't. Want. To. Talk. About. Him."
"But-"
"No."
"But he's-"
Helga held up a hand, cutting her off, and Phoebe stared at her, mouth ajar. Normally, Helga enjoyed talking about the green eyed teen, often to the point where it would get slightly annoying.
She quickly snapped out of her stunned stupor as Helga opened her car door and stepped inside and took a breath to yell:
"ARNOLD IS DEAD!"
Author's Note:
Hey, y'all! Rookling here! And this be the prologue to my first fanfic, I guess... So... yeah... Comment, if you please! Constructive criticism is very much welcome! Hope you guys liked ma story and hopefully I'll have the first chapter up soon. Peace!
EDIT: Also, I fixed some stuff in here, like Phoebe's last name. ^-^"