Chapter 3~When The Thing Met The Demon
Arnold's P.O.V:
Apparently Helga and I have all the same classes. If she was how I remembered her I would have dreaded it, but Helga's changed. Even when I would write to my friends they'd tell me Helga was nice, but I never really believed them because when I wrote to her, she never wrote back. But here she was being so nice to me.
I continued to think about this when I went into my next class to find Gerald, Sid, and Stinky there and went over to talk to them before class started. "Hey guys," I waved. "Hey, Arnold," They greeted me. "Guys shut up 'The Demon's' coming," Helga warned.
Keep in mind that Arnold was new, and knew nothing of "The Demon", who was the meanest, most horrible teachers ever. Some even say, to get his job as a teacher, he threatened to squeeze the chocolate out of our chubby little principle. Sadly, the poor, squishy little chocaholic couldn't take it, and had a heart attack, but of course before he did, hired "The Demon".
Arnold was quite confused as the entire class went silent. Mr. Demetres, better known as "The Demon", walked into the class, inspecting the room and went on into calling attendance. When he was done, Arnold realized he hadn't called his name, therefore he stupidly decided to confront him about the matter.
"Sir? You didn't call my-" "AND JUST WHO IN ALL HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, SPEAKING TO ME AS THOUGH I'M ONE OF YOU'RE LITTLE 'HOME BOYS'?!" Mr. Demetres yelled.
Well I guess that explains why they call him "The Demon," he thought. "I was just going to say you didn't call me for attendance," Arnold whimpered, absolutely terrified of the man. "Well you must be the new thing" 'The Demon' mumbled. Arnold, as bright as he was, was confused by this…did his history teacher, just call him a thing? Last time Arnold checked he wasn't a penis, no he indeed was certainly not, and he was most positive he wasn't a monster or an animal, so what gave the devilish man the idea that Arnold was a thing?
Finally, Arnold's class with the heinous "Demon" ended and he rushed out as fast as he could and noticed Gerald, Sid, Stinky, and Helga all laughing about his first impression of "The Demon". He sighed, some things will never change.
Upon Arnold's arrival the entire gang decided to sit together. Even Rhonda took time out of her extremely busy popular schedule to have time for the football headed child.
Helga's P.O.V:
There's a point when I will eventually have to take a break from hearing the boys disgusting jokes that consisted of being cock-blocked by aardvarks and platypuses and I decided to take that moment to look around, and what I saw could NEVER be unseen. I noticed girls eyes aimed toward Arnold as if he were their prey, and oh, were they ready to pounce. An anger built up inside me, even though I knew I'd end up using it all on Arnold as if it was his fault. As much as I didn't want this to happen, we had had such a great day, it was just the way things were.I was brought back into the conversation by none other than the Football Head himself. "Huh?" I said not knowing what I had missed.
"Umm, well I believe Harold is raping your aardvark at the moment," Arnold said, as if it were an everyday thing.
"HAROLD PUT DOWN THURMAN, NOW!" I cried.
"OHHH, BUT IT FEELS SO RIGHTT…!"
A/N
Harold, Harold, Harold, what are we to do with you. First, humping poles now Thurman...Jesus
Thurman got his name from the music video Situations by Escape the Fate. There's a picture of Ronnie Radke and it says 'Hello Thurman It's your first day of school" as the wallpapr on my phone so... (Children this is why you probably shouldn't ask me to name your Build-a-Bear 'cause his name will end up being something like Bernard or Jayy von Biersack...even though these names are indeed beautiful)
And I got the whole "The Demon" thing from reading a Black Butler fanfic and demons just come to mind.
For genre I put this as a funny and romantic thingy (don't worry, fluff is on the way) yes...fluff but I'm terribly sorry if this ends up being more of a perveted rather than funny kind of thing, it's just how my mind works and if you continue reading (please do I get lonely when you're not with me) you'll understand that and probably want to cuss me out it's fine I get that I want to cuss me out sometimes too.
Anywhore(that's how I say anywho don't judge me...) I still seem to have a problem of thinking I'm writing like a tit load and then I look over it and I'm like 'really that's it?' I'll keep working on that I promise
But I've gotta go and wash a certain plush aardvark (Harold when I get my hands on you...)
