So, my boyfriend broke up with me legitimately about 2 hours ago. Over facebook. Real class act he is.
So, being bitter about it, I decided to write this. My take on what may have happened during TJM if Rhonda had seen Arnold and Helga's kiss. Heartbroken, of course. Mainly doing this just to build
up my word count so I can be a beta reader.
"You don't know how lucky you are" Rhonda thought, "To have met someone to love so early in your life. To love them so whole-heartedly. To have them love you back."
Of all the things Rhonda Wellington-Llyod was missing, she never would have thought love to be one of them. Until, of course, she saw Helga and Arnold in the forest.
When the whole class had gone to San Lorenzo in search of Arnold's parents, Rhonda had thought little of it. Sure, Arnold of all people winning an essay contest was a bit strange, but she had thought nothing of it. No one had. Arnold Wasn't the best writer in the class, but it was entirely possible that none of the better writers had written anything for the contest. Looking back on it now, though, it was so obvious. Helga had wanted to go to Paris, she HAD written an essay for the contest. Arnold didn't stand a chance against her. And yet, he won. How could that have happened?
Simple. Helga must have switched the essays so he would win.
But why would he do such a thing? The answer to that stood right in front of her. Helga was kissing Arnold. And Arnold was kissing her back. He was in love with her! Of course Helga was in love with him - Rhonda had known for so long. At least, looking back on it, it was pretty obvious. A lot of people bully the person they like in elementary school because it's so scary to face the emotions.
"Looks like she finally faced hers, though..." Rhonda whispered, turning and walking away from the new couple.
Through the forest she walked - alone - for how long? Hours? Days? Minutes? She didn't know. All she knew was that she needed to think. After seeing something so genuinely happy and wonderful, she had to clear her head. "I liked him, though..." she said as she sat on a rock. Looking around, she noticed she had wandered almost all the way back to where the rest of the class were, still living in blissful disregard of the sight that nearly broke Rhonda's heart.
"Liked who?" Curly asked, taking a seat on the rock next to Rhonda's. Rhonda, not knowing that he had been there, nearly jumped out of her skin. "Oh, Curly... it's just you..." she said with a sigh.
"You liked who?" he asked again, looking her in the eyes.
It was obvious to anyone that Curly was in love with Rhonda - subtlety wasn't one of his strong points, after all. She didn't know what came over her at that moment, but she wanted to hug him. He seemed so sweet and innocent and safe to her that she nearly threw herself into his arms. Nearly, of course. Wellington-Llyods don't throw themselves into people's arms, no matter how safe they may seem.
"Arnold." she whispered. She knew Curly could hear her, if only because he flinched. "Now he's happy with Helga, though, so... I'll have to get over him."
Without another word, Curly put a hand on her shoulder and stood up, then began to walk away. After about ten paces, he stopped and turned to her.
"You coming?" he asked innocently.
Rhonda stood up and brushed herself off slightly. A Wellington-Llyod must always look presentable. Looking around, she noticed no one else was there. She smiled softly and walked towards Curly.
"Maybe, just maybe... There's a silver lining to this." she thought as they walked back to camp in a peaceful silence.
