"You all packed up?" I asked from the bottom of the steps to Arnold's room with my hands on my hips. "The moving truck is only going to stay for so long before we gotta follow it to the apartment."

"I'll be along in a minute, I'm just looking at something!" He called down to me and raising my brow, I climbed the steps up to his former room to see him sitting where his bed used to sit with a small book in hand.

"Whatchya got there?" I asked from the doorway, Arnold smiling fondly as he looked down at the apparent pageturner in his lap.

"Just a relic. An old one at that."

I smirked. "How old we talking? Like ancient or ancient to us? I can never tell with you what with your whole love for old things, thing you got going on."

Arnold leaned back and held the book up and began to read from it. "H is for the Head I'd like to punt," he began and my face fell.

"Arnold, gimme that back," i demanded, though he only continued.

"E is for every time I see the little runt," his eyes poked up from the book to look at me with a devilish grin. "Geez, little runt, huh?"

"This isn't funny, that's bad poetry, Arnold," i said but he only continued from where he left off.

"L is longing for our firstest kiss,"

I frowned, "That isn't even a real word, Arnold, just put it away!" I said while walking towards him though he only stood up and kept the book away from me, wriggling about as I tried to snatch it out of his hands.

"G is for how good that longing is," he said and I went in full attack mode and tried to tickle him to death in hopes at getting that freakish book back.

"Seriously Arnold, we gotta go! Why do you have to read that thing anyway?!"

"And A, should we find out A, Helga?" he teased and i growled in response as he read it anyway. "A is for Arnold, doi!"

Knowing the poem was done, i stood down and gave Arnold a flat glare while crossing my arms over my chest. "Are you quite satisfied with yourself now, football-head?"

He closed the book and grinned. "Very. I found this behind the bookshelf. I'd forgotten I even still had it."

I pursed my lips and grumbled, "Yeah, me too,"

"oh don't be angry with me, Helga. I was just having a little fun." He tried, though i wasn't having it.

"You're never going to let that go, are you?" I asked with my brow raised and Arnold chuckled before shaking his head.

"Not a chance. I'll be reading this to our grandkids one day," he teased and i shot him a furious glare.

"Oh you will NOT, Shortman. You gimme that book!" I hollered before chasing him around the empty room that held so many memories for the both of us– maybe more memories than he even knew about.

But in that book held the first memory of all, the memory of Arnold's first glimpse into my world of love for him. I was just happy we had many more memories to make– starting with our first apartment which was waiting for us just outside the doors.