Okay, this is my first fanfic ever so please be nice to me, but
if you must flame me then you can. It's no weight off my wallet. Anyway,
enjoy this monkey stuff I slapped together in about 7 hours. I don't own
anything or anyone, so sue me and you WILL lose. *insert insane laughter
here* I must have pork monkies now. *insert another insane laugh*
Washed Away Gem
Chapter 1
Life sucks with bad memories and bad devotees
~*End of Flashback*~
I held my head in my hands,
my eyes closed tightly. Stop it, I commanded myself silently. It's
been eight years since that day. We're all seventeen now and in our last
year of High school. Everyone except Phoebe and I have pushed that day
from our minds. I try to push it away, but I always hear my name and those
eyes haunt my mind. Phoebe still believes she's alive. I don't say anything,
but in my head I yell about what a crock it is. Sure they never found her
body, but it's been eight fucking years. Denial shouldn't take that long
to wear off. Her claims that Helga is still be alive break the shards of
my already shattered heart.
"Arnold!" Gerald's voice pierced through my mind. He continued when I looked up at him. "C'mon, man, schools over. Let's get out of here."
I nodded as I stood, packed my things, and followed Gerald out. Phoebe and Gerald got together a year after Helga disappeared. He was there for her for comfort and I guess they finally got together. He doesn't complain about her murmurs of how she wished Helga would come out of where ever she is hiding or her exclamations of seeing her somewhere. If he wasn't in love with her, I'd have killed her a long time ago.
"Hey, man, you really need to stop thinking about it," Gerald said. He also tried to forget, and I think he has, but with Phoebe and I, he can't really. "It wasn't your fault."
"Yeah, I know..." I replied automatically. We have this talk a lot so I already know not to put up a fight. The auto-reply usually shuts off the conversation and it did this time as well. We walked silently, or we might as well have since I didn't hear a word Gerald was saying, as we walked to my house.
"I'm thinking I'll take Phoebe to that museum anyway. Just to get her off my back about it, you know? And hey, maybe it won't be so bad. I mean, how bad can this Van Gogh really be?"
"Yeah. He's pretty good," I replied. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I heard enough to make me able to play along. I looked up at my door and then looked back at Gerald. "Well, I'm gonna head up," I said. "I'll call Lila and maybe we can double or something."
"Yeah, that'd be cool. I'll tell Phoebe." We did our handshake and I headed up to my room as I thought, Helga liked Van Gogh... I turned on the lights of my room with my remote and my eyes instantly went to the shrine of me. A few days after Helga disappeared, her parents let Phoebe go into her room and take whatever she wanted. She took everything to save it for when she came back. Yeah, right. Helga's dead. Anyway, she took me along because she wanted me to save something for her or at least keep it. When I got there I found the shrine of me and boxes of dolls, poems, and pictures of me. I realized that she had been in love with me for years by noticing the earliest date was when she was in preschool. They were very good for a kid her age. They always seemed a few years ahead of her and each one impressed me more in more, but I was horribly upset when I discovered her love. She must've hurt a lot when she saw me pass by her without even a second thought.
I looked away from the shrine, disgusted with myself once again. I decided to call Lila. She answered a little breathless and I heard another guy's voice in the background. "Hey, Lila," I said, as if I didn't notice anything.
"Arnold!" she cried, but then regained her composure. "Hey, Arnold, what's going on?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me, Gerald, and Phoebe to that Van Gogh museum." By the way, I'm dating Lila. I know she's been cheating on me for a while now, but I really don't care. She's the easiest way to forget Helga and I don't feel like looking for someone else. It'd be too much trouble. "Then maybe we could come by my place."
"Sure, Arnold," she said, a little sigh of relief. "That sounds like ever so much fun. When are we going?"
I rolled my eyes at the "ever so." She still acted like an innocent little virgin with me, but as long as she eventually got naked in my bed, I really don't care. "We'll go Saturday, okay?"
"Sure thing, Arnold. I'm looking ever so forward to it. Anyway, I need to go. I love you."
"Yeah, me too. Bye, Lila." I hung up before she was able to return the farewell. Helga always saw through Lila when no one else could. Lila approached me when I came back from my little depression hibernation and told me that she did like me, like me. I turned her down, but a couple years later I decided I needed to forget about Helga, or try my best to so I asked her if she would still go out with me and she agreed. Next thing I knew, I was fucking her trying to clear my mind of Helga.
I shook my head. Everything always went to Helga. I hated it. I hated her for plaguing my like this. I sighed as I did the other thing that would allow me to forget Helga a little. My homework. I wish there was some way that I could really, truly forget Helga.
"Arnold!" Helga called
as she was swept away by the water.
"No!" I cried. Then I
froze. As she floated away, she had looked into my eyes, tears in them.
I saw something I had never seen in her eyes before. Fear and...love. It
startled me. I heard her voice and saw her eyes over and over in my mind.
I never hated my name as much as I did in that moment.
"Arnold!" Gerald's voice pierced through my mind. He continued when I looked up at him. "C'mon, man, schools over. Let's get out of here."
I nodded as I stood, packed my things, and followed Gerald out. Phoebe and Gerald got together a year after Helga disappeared. He was there for her for comfort and I guess they finally got together. He doesn't complain about her murmurs of how she wished Helga would come out of where ever she is hiding or her exclamations of seeing her somewhere. If he wasn't in love with her, I'd have killed her a long time ago.
"Hey, man, you really need to stop thinking about it," Gerald said. He also tried to forget, and I think he has, but with Phoebe and I, he can't really. "It wasn't your fault."
"Yeah, I know..." I replied automatically. We have this talk a lot so I already know not to put up a fight. The auto-reply usually shuts off the conversation and it did this time as well. We walked silently, or we might as well have since I didn't hear a word Gerald was saying, as we walked to my house.
"I'm thinking I'll take Phoebe to that museum anyway. Just to get her off my back about it, you know? And hey, maybe it won't be so bad. I mean, how bad can this Van Gogh really be?"
"Yeah. He's pretty good," I replied. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I heard enough to make me able to play along. I looked up at my door and then looked back at Gerald. "Well, I'm gonna head up," I said. "I'll call Lila and maybe we can double or something."
"Yeah, that'd be cool. I'll tell Phoebe." We did our handshake and I headed up to my room as I thought, Helga liked Van Gogh... I turned on the lights of my room with my remote and my eyes instantly went to the shrine of me. A few days after Helga disappeared, her parents let Phoebe go into her room and take whatever she wanted. She took everything to save it for when she came back. Yeah, right. Helga's dead. Anyway, she took me along because she wanted me to save something for her or at least keep it. When I got there I found the shrine of me and boxes of dolls, poems, and pictures of me. I realized that she had been in love with me for years by noticing the earliest date was when she was in preschool. They were very good for a kid her age. They always seemed a few years ahead of her and each one impressed me more in more, but I was horribly upset when I discovered her love. She must've hurt a lot when she saw me pass by her without even a second thought.
I looked away from the shrine, disgusted with myself once again. I decided to call Lila. She answered a little breathless and I heard another guy's voice in the background. "Hey, Lila," I said, as if I didn't notice anything.
"Arnold!" she cried, but then regained her composure. "Hey, Arnold, what's going on?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me, Gerald, and Phoebe to that Van Gogh museum." By the way, I'm dating Lila. I know she's been cheating on me for a while now, but I really don't care. She's the easiest way to forget Helga and I don't feel like looking for someone else. It'd be too much trouble. "Then maybe we could come by my place."
"Sure, Arnold," she said, a little sigh of relief. "That sounds like ever so much fun. When are we going?"
I rolled my eyes at the "ever so." She still acted like an innocent little virgin with me, but as long as she eventually got naked in my bed, I really don't care. "We'll go Saturday, okay?"
"Sure thing, Arnold. I'm looking ever so forward to it. Anyway, I need to go. I love you."
"Yeah, me too. Bye, Lila." I hung up before she was able to return the farewell. Helga always saw through Lila when no one else could. Lila approached me when I came back from my little depression hibernation and told me that she did like me, like me. I turned her down, but a couple years later I decided I needed to forget about Helga, or try my best to so I asked her if she would still go out with me and she agreed. Next thing I knew, I was fucking her trying to clear my mind of Helga.
I shook my head. Everything always went to Helga. I hated it. I hated her for plaguing my like this. I sighed as I did the other thing that would allow me to forget Helga a little. My homework. I wish there was some way that I could really, truly forget Helga.
~*END*~
Like that? Well there's more. Go on, you know you want to. Hey look,
more pork monkies. *crunching away* By the way, devotees is another way
of saying lover, beau, etc. And if it isn't, well, now it is!! *insert
more insane laughter* By the other way, pork monkies are my nick name for
pork rinds.