A/N: Yoooooooooooooooola! :D

S'okay, let's see here. I'm spending a lot of today flushing out my files, gettin' stuff done, because I am going to be getting a lot busier soon here, and I really want to get all this done. SOOOOO BAD!

Anyway, here is... Geez, what am I posting this time? I don't even know! D: *Clutches at hair* My world is falling to pieces!

XD Well, I guess we'll both be finding out. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold!

Behind the Act

Chapter 3

It was recess now, and everyone was playing their respective games, talking to their friends, or just doing what almost everyone in Simmons' fourth grade class was doing...

Keeping a close eye on Arnold and Helga.

At the moment, they were all seated on the monkey bars except for Gerald and Phoebe, because Phoebe had dragged Gerald off to discuss... something. She didn't say. Or if she did, they were all too focused on the two blondes to notice.

Normally, they wouldn't have found the relationship between the two all that interesting, but the thought of them actually having a romantic relationship with eachother was down-right preposterous. It had them all at the edge of their seats. Very few had ever even taken a second glance at their relationship. They'd just assumed that Helga was a jerk, and Arnold tolerated it. Nothing really interesting there. But then to find out that they very possibly could have had romantic feelings for eachother all along, and then acted upon them in the depths of the dark, wild jungles of San Lorenzo, kissing behind trees while the rest of them were too busy trying to figure out some way to escape the horrid place (Except for Nadine and Curly) to really notice what was going on right before their eyes. The glances, the constant disappearing acts, the fact that they'd seemed an awful lot more friendly with eachother...

How juicy.

It kept them intrigued, and they found themselves genuinely curious of the true relationship between the two supposed arch-nemesises.

...Or they were all just really nosy and looking for some new gossip.

Either way, they were all now glancing as inconspicuously as possible at the two blondes, both on different sides of the play ground, and yet seeming so close together.

Arnold was sitting on a bench right outside the door of the school, reading a book... or pretending to, at least. Normally, it was very difficult to see what direction someone was looking from such a distance, but Arnold had very bright, light green eyes, that even at a distance, were very easy to spot out. So they could all see how he kept glancing up from his book every few seconds, and looking down at his wrist. Perhaps looking at a watch? But if so, what for?

Helga, on the other hand, was laying back down on a picnic table, her eyes shut tightly from the brightness of the sun stinging her eyes, and her hands resting on her stomach. She looked bored, or maybe thoughtful, or maybe-

"Ugh, this is so boring!" Harold whined, gripping at his head. "They're not doing anything! Arnold is just reading some stupid book, and Helga is sleeping!" He whined, gesturing wildly to both kids as he talked of them... or rather whined.

Rhonda rolled her eyes, becoming quite fascinated by how the sun seemed to glint off her professionally painted red nails. "Oh, please, Harold. That's the price of getting good gossip." She shined her nails on her red shirt, and took a glance at both blondes, before sighing to herself. "Ugh, I hate to admit it, but maybe Harold is right. They really aren't doing anything even remotely interesting. They haven't all recess."

"Shhh," Nadine shushed her quickly from her perch atop the monkey bars, her finger up against her lips before pointing over at Arnold. They all shifted their eyes to see what she was pointing at.

Arnold glanced down at his watch one last time, before a small smile suddenly crept onto his face. He closed his book, not worrying about losing his place, and then stood up, sitting the book down onto the place he once sat. He glanced around then, his arms loose at his sides, though his fingers seemed a bit tense for whatever reason. His head was facing a different direction, but they could see that his eyes were clearly glancing in a different one... one towards another blonde...

They all glanced over to Helga, all not moving a muscle, as the other blonde's eyes seemed to open, and she sat up, stretching her arms and back with a yawn. She scratched her head, glancing down at her own watch, though her expression didn't change. She stood from the picnic table, and began walking away from it... and also away from Arnold.

They all felt their spirits fall as she just sat down on the concrete, picking up some chalk that was lying there in the process, and beginning to draw something.

When looking over to Arnold. He didn't look the least bit confused or distressed. Instead, he simply glanced at his watch one last time, before walking back into the school. A moment passed, and then the bell rang, and they all groaned.

Well that was a serious waste of time.

A/N: Hahaha! Apparently I fancied myself a new chapter to Behind the Act. How marvelous!

XD Well, I hope you enjoyed. Yes, I know. Kinda pointless and boring, but some chapters are just gonna have to be this way. It'll get better, believe me. *Winks*

The next chapter will probably focus on why Phoebe dragged Gerald off. :D So there we are. But I don't know. It could change. *Shrugs*

Review... if you dare.

XD I've been seeing a lot of previews to the new "Shrek" movie, and Puss in Boots is too hilarious. XD