Chapter 1: So It Begins...

"To Gerald! Your now one step closeer to achieving your goals! To Gerald!"

"TO GERALD!" Everyone echoed!

A cheerful yet embarrassed smirk eased acrossed Gerald face. Though one never to shy from the limelight, he really didnt expect to have half of Hillwood at what was supposed to be a small get together of family and friends. Just yesterday he had completed his training making him a member of the State Bureau of Investigation. "Leave it to Mom and Momma Stella to run and tell half of the world", he thought as Harold, Stinky, Lila and the rest of his peers from P.S. 118 came and congratulated him. "But why should I be surprised when they did the same to Arnold a couple months a go?!" He couldn't help but laugh to himself. Anything that seem like an important event they would blow it WAAAY outta proportion.

On the rooftop of the Sunset Arms, the party was in full effect. Thoughts of approval and words of encouragement from his peers surrounded Gerald as his parents stood by beaming with pride. Jamie-O came up and gave his baby brother a playful punch in the chest. "Good job chump!"

"Who you calling CHUMP bruh?

"You!"

"Real talk Jay, I'm not that timid little kid anymore. I'm not scared of you man!"

"Is that so?!" Jamie-O said getting in Geralds face. True to his word Gerald met his brothers 6'3 frame with his own 6'4 stature. They stared each other down, before a smile broke out on their faces and the gave each other dap. "Seriously bro, I'm proud of you man!"

"Thanks man, I'm proud of you too. 1st sergeant in the Marines, thats major!"

"Guess we're both living our deams" Jamie-O replied. He gave Gerald a hug telling him again how proud he was before returning to his wife Natasha who was talking to Timberly.

A few hours later Gerald found himself sitting on a ledge taking a moment to reflect. He accomplished so much in his young life. Saving the neighborhood from FTi, finding his best friends parents, saving and becoming and a Honorary member of the Green Eyed People. Winning a state title his senior year of high school then leading Hillwood University to back to back National Championships his final two seasons in basketball. He earn his degree in criminal justice. Now here was a state investigator with goals of joining the FBI is in a few more years. He had grown up alot physically as well. Thats to the multiple sports he played his body was now lean and scuplted. He no longer rocked the Kid-n-Play, replaced with a curly fro with a well kept goatee. Add that with a smooth and mellow voice that put Barry White to shame, he had matured into a strong, mature, confident African American man!

Yet despite all of that, something felt off. He had felt this way before but always shrugged it off. But now it was different. It was more intense. His heart was beating faster. It felt as if he was missing some...Gerald flung around to the sea of familiar faces. "Where...I dont see..." . He let out a frustrated breath. Pinching the bridge of his nose he needed to be alone, to quiet his thoughts. He excused himself and made his was downstairs to the front porch.

It was a breezy but warm mid September Saturday, as he sat on the steps. The music from the rooftop could probably be heard all the way in Tokyo. Yet putting on his Beats by Dre headphones he was able to drown out all the noise with his own set of jams to settle him down. Music always had that effect on him. Whatever his mood was, his tunes reflected it.

Lets see...

"Turn your lights down low"

"And open your window curtains"

"Oh let Jah b moon come shining in"

"Into our life again!"

"Man...whats wrong with me? Why am I feeling like Tyson just hit me with a uppercut?! I mean...I I know its been years but still...after all this time?!". He was so lost in thought he didn't even notice his best friend approach him.

"Hey man, whatcha doing out here? You missing your own party!"

"Huh...oh...wait...wha?!"

"Sorry Gerald, didnt mean to startle you!" Arnold said. He had changed alot too. For one, his body finally caught up with his football shaped head. Well built he had grown to 6'1, much to his girlfriend Helgas delight.

"You ok?!" Arnold asked. "Sorry bout this whole fiasco. I'm sure its not what you wanted!"

"Arnold my man, have you forget who our mothers are?!"

"Oh...right!" Arnold replied face-palming. Same thing had happen to him. After graduating with a degree in psychology, he had started his own private practice. Well when Stella and Gerald heard, half the US was at his dinner celebration.

"Whats going Gerald? Seriously I've never seen you like this?!"

Gerald let out a heavy sigh. "Have you ever felt...incomplete?!" He knew it was redundant considering who he was talking to. "Like something missing and you'll never be happy til you have it"

Arnold nodded his head understanding exactly where his friend was coming from. "So what are you missing Gerald?!"

Hesitating, Gerald reached into his pocket pulling out what appeared to be a small envelope, pulling the card inside it out. Taking a long look at it he handed to Arnold. Raising a brow, Arnold took it a read it...

Kyo and Reba Hyerdahl are pleased to announce the engagement of their daughter Phoebe Hyerdahl to Hiroaki Fujita!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOH SNAP!