His heart dropped at the sight of them, as it had for the last couple of months.

No one had thought they would last and, truth was, neither had he. But they were still together. Still sickeningly happy.

Always holding hands, stealing quick kisses from the other.

He sighed, and closed his locker with a soft clang.

Arnold drew in a deep breath and prepared himself for another day of being in-love with someone that didn't return his feelings.

He finally understood what Helga had felt.

And it sucked.

Even more, because now they were actually friends.

Really good friends.