Thank you for all the great reviews, I really appreciate them! *takes bow* I know, I know, I'm silly, but haven't you noticed that I always act silly? I know, it's a quite soon update isn't it? Well, I like to update! Plus, I don't like keeping people away from my fics longer than they have to.
If you want a disclaimer, look on the first and second chapters. *sticks out tongue* bplbplpblpblpbpblpblplbplbpblpblbplpbpbllpblpblpb!!!
Rhonda (a/n: why her, you ask? I just wanted some more ideas, and nothing was coming to me except her) sat on her bed, slightly smirking. She had figured out who Helga liked. She was sure of it. Helga hadn't punched Arnold; so, that meant that it MUST be him! She looked at her phone, and narrowed her eyes. Now, all she had to do was prove her theory. She grabbed it off her desk, and dialed Helga's number. It rang a couple of times before she heard a voice say, "Hello?" it was Helga's dad, Big Bob, Rhonda figured.
"Hello Mr. Pataki, is Helga there?" she asked while examining her fingernail. She sighed, and crossed her legs.
"Who is this?"
"Rhonda,"
"OLGA, YOUR LITTLE FRIEND RODINA IS ON THE PHONE!!" Rhonda heard Helga's father yell, and gave the phone a weird look. 'But, my name isn't Rodina? And I didn't ask for Olga...' she thought with a shrug. She heard a click, then another click, which she figured was the hanging up of Bob's phone and the answering of Helga's phone.
"Hello, Rhonda, whatcha want? To tease me, or to bribe the name out of me?"
"No, I was just going to tell you that I know who you like-like..." Rhonda grinned evilly, and rested her head on her fluffy white pillow. This was perfect. She could just imagine Helga's face right about now... jaw dropped, and fear in her eyes.
"Who?" Rhonda furrowed her eyebrows. Now, why didn't Helga SOUND terrified? Oh well. She shrugged it off.
"Well, everyone in our class thinks it's Arnold because you didn't punch him at recess when he came up to you asking who it was that you like-liked." she felt like laughing out loud, but kept it in; at least until she heard Helga gasp and begin crying.
"Ha! Me, like-like Arnold? What a laugh! Didn't any of you geek baits notice that it was only YOU that I punched? Didn't you guys notice that our WHOLE CLASS, except Arnold, was laughing, and I didn't punch them, now did I?" Helga asked, matter-of-factly. Rhonda furrowed her eyebrows. Helga DID have a point, but she just couldn't imagine that she, Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd was WRONG!
"Yes, I suppose..."
"Uh huh, I'm right, aren't I? No, if you don't mind, I have to leave. Bye-bye, Princess."
"Ciao." Rhonda set her phone back in the cradle, and crossed her arms. "If it's not Arnold, then who could it be?... Maybe, Stinky? She did hire him as a boyfriend once..." she contemplated, looking around her large and overly-decorated boudoir.
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Helga hung up her phone, sweating. That was TOO close, for her tastes. Rhonda had figured it out! It was a good thing Helga was such a good actress, or everyone in the whole dang school would have known that she like-liked ARNOLD, of all people! She breathed deeply for a while, trying to become calm from the shock. She shook her head, and walked to her computer. 'Might as well go online and see if anyone is on,' she thought, sitting down at her light pink computer.
She connected, and waited for msn (a/n: it's the only online thing I know how to use, except for yahoo!) messenger to sign in. She twirled around in her seat for a minute, then it finally signed in. She watched the window closely; the email button had a small circle with the number 4 in it, and on the online contacts it had a small circle with the number 2 on it. She clicked the online contacts thing, and saw that it was Rhonda and Phoebe. Great, the two people she really wanted to avoid. Sure, she had almost figured out whether she would talk to Phoebe again, but she still kind of wanted to ignore her as much as possible.
She clicked off of the online contacts thing, and clicked on her favorites. Might as well go to www.fictionpress.net and see all the new and wonderful original fictions are there. As she clicked the button for www.fictionpress.com, a small pink box in the lower right hand corner of the computer screen popped up. Helga looked at it. "'FBHIREADOLL says: hi, Helga.' Great, I wasn't even going to say hi." Helga grumbled, clicking on the small box.
A bigger box popped up, and Helga typed a message (in pink).
HGPatki says: hllo phoebe
HGPatki says: hello*
FBHIREADOLL says: do you forgive me yet?
HGPatki says: well, I don't know, you DID blab my deepest darkest secret, and Rhonda knows WHO it is *scowls*
Helga lightly growled under her breath, and shook her fist. She waited for a response, but still hadn't gotten one after about 5 minutes.
HGPatki says: halloo phoebe, u here?
FBHIREADOLL says: waht? Rhonda knows it's 'ice cream'?
FBHIREADOLL says: what*
HGPatki says: uh, doi, ya, I said that she does and i mean it!!!
FBHIREADOLL says: this is just too baffling
HGPATKI says: even on messenger you talk like a book, huh?
FBHIREADOLL says: yes, I do
HGPatki says: you're weird *shakes head*
FBHIREADOLL says: no, just smart
FBHIREADOLL says: so, anyway, do you forgive me yet?
Helga bit her lower lip, and snapped her fingers. That was the question that she didn't want to hear, and Phoebe had to go and ask it. Then, another message popped up.
Shortman2003 has been invited to the conversation.
Helga stared at the window for a minute. Arnold had been invited to the conversation? And she didn't even know he was online? That was a new one. She began to type a new message.
HGPatki says: hey football head how it goin?
Shortman2003 says: just fine Helga. How about with u?
HGPatki says: just fiiiiine, Arnoldo, except that Ms. Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd thinks that U, of all people, are the one I like-like and everyone is still taunting me
Shortman2003 says: ya, she called and told me that everyone in the class thinks that you like-like me
Shortman2003 says: so... can you tell me who it IS now??
HGPatki says: what makes you think that I'll tell you at all?
FBHIREADOLL says: ok, forgive me for interrupting, but, Helga, like I was asking before, do you forgive me?
HGPatki says: sure, why not
FBHIREADOLL says: o, Yay, you will talk to me again! *does happy dance*
Shortman2003 says: uh, well, ok... I feel weird being in a conversation between best friends when I'm barely a friend at all
FBHIREADOLL says: oh, that's nonsense Arnold, you're a good friend!
Shortman2003 says: well, ok, I guess I'll stay, but that doesn't meaan that I don't feel weird about it
Helga slightly laughed, and shook her head. That sweet, innocent Arnold. Always has to do 'the right thing', according to him (sometimes it's not always the right thing, but most of the time it is).
Shortman2003 says: so, uh well...
HGPatki says: is anyone else here bored?
FBHIREADOLL says: *yawn* too hard to stay awake... can't... keep eyes... open... *falls forward onto desk, and is asleep*
Shortman2003 says: I hope I didn't make it boring
HGPatki says: oh, trust me hair boy, it was boring long before you got here *yawns and leans on keyboard* hsybgfuyrgto84y e8764t587... oops, sorry about that
Shortman2003 says: lol!
FBHIREADOLL says: hee, hee, hee
HGPatki says: wow, I must be getting a funnier sense of humor... head boy laughed
Shortman2003 says: hey, I laugh at things that are funny, and that was funny! *frowns* it's not like I don't have a sense of humor
HGPatki says: yeah, but you never laugh at things I do.... uh oh, Bob is having a tantrum, I gotta go