Blaaah, I don't own Hey Arnold.

So, I reread over and decided to make this more organized. I would break up each part in a chapter and write a little bit about each character. Also, I'll be adding dates. Right now since school just started and everything it's about 3rd week September


Gerald

*3rd week September, the day after Lila came.

Gerald stood in the boy's bathroom waiting. Since Tiny wasn't around someone was taking his place, and apparently that new person didn't have a clue about time. The door to the bathroom opened and Gerald looked up.

"Oh my god…"

Gerald stood in shock with eyes and mouth wide open. Was this a dream?

Sid walked inside and looked straight at Gerald. He nervously laughed.

"Oh, um hey Gerald!"

Gerald was didn't say anything back.

Sid looked around, "Um, I forgot that thi-"

Gerald cut him off, "Tiny sent you huh?"

Sid slowly nodded his head, "Gerald, please don't te-"

Gerald cut him off again, "If I tell who am I gonna buy from?"

Sid and Gerald looked at each other. They both had the same look in their eyes. A mixture of shock and confusion.

"Sid, let's just made the sale and we can talk about this later."

Sid silently nodded and exchanged the steroids for the cash. Within a minute they both left the bathroom and headed their separate ways.


Rhonda

*3rd week September, the day after Lila came.

*2nd period

Rhonda sat at her desk doodling in her notebook. She didn't really bother to pay attention in her astronomy class. Contrary to belief, Rhonda wasn't stupid. Well, ok some subjects she wasn't so good at. Astronomy wasn't one of those subjects though. It was one of those things very easy for her to understand. Rhonda had a thing for stars, everything about them fascinated her. She loved the way they just stood in space, floating in the night. Her passion just helped her learn more efficiently in this class. Because of that, she understood things as soon as they were taught. Sometimes she would even look ahead at the curriculum. Overall, this class was pretty much a free period for her since she got done with her work so quickly.

The classroom was quiet. Rhonda looked around the room; she saw that everyone was still taking their quiz. Rhonda looked back down at her notebook and read over what she had been writing for the last 15 minutes.

I love S.P, Mrs. Stinky Peterson, Stinky + Rhonda = Together Forever, I love Stinky, Mrs. Peterson, Me + You = Love

Those various sayings filled her notebook pages. Rhonda sighed, she knew her parents would never approve of them being together. He wasn't up to her parents standards. Rhonda didn't care though, she liked him the way he was. But she knew her parents wouldn't understand, actually she knew probably no one would understand. Rhonda hasn't told anyone of her secret crush, not even Nadine! Her and Stinky seemed like an unlikely couple, they came from two completely different backgrounds and they've known each other since grade school. Wouldn't that be awkward? People would wonder why did she choose him?

One moment.

Rhonda chose him because of one event that happened back in fifth grade.

*Flashback

Rhonda found herself sitting on the floor crying in the janitors closet of P.S 118 elementary school. She wasn't the type of girl the could handle embarassment. Then again, no girl doesn't take it lightly, but Rhonda was a whole other level. Right now the rest of her class was at recess. Recess would be over soon and Rhonda was dreading every minute that passed by. She didn't want to face her class. Rhonda heard footsteps coming and gasped, but before she had time to hide the door quickly opened.

"Rhonda?"

Rhonda wiped up her tears and stood up facing the figure. "Hi Stinky..."

He looked at her with a confused look. "Willykers, wha'd ya doing in here?"

Rhonda looked around the janitors closet, she didn't want to answer the question. "I should be asking you the same thing"

"I was sent to get some more dodgeballs but I looked in the wrong closet"

"Oh...well, you should go look for those. Now goodbye Stinky." Rhonda rushed to push him out of the closet.

Stinky wouldn't move. "Now waitta minute Miss. Rhonda. What was you doing in this closet?" He stared at her with clueless, innocent expression on his face.

Rhonda sighed, obviously he wasn't leaving. She had to tell him. Plus, he would find out eventually.

"Well...I was on the monkey bars and...I fell off and got dirt all over my new sweater! And now I look a mess and everyones gonna make fun of me! Wellington-Llyods NEVER look a mess. Especially me!"

She turned around and showed him the various dirt stains on her new gray sweater. As she did she continued to cry again, she waited for him to laugh at her. Stinky did laugh. Rhonda cried harder.

"I know I look a mess, but you don't have to be so mean about it!"

Stinky stopped laughing, "Oh no Miss Rhonda! I ain't laughing at you! I'm laughing at your story."

Rhonda stopped crying and looked at him, "What?"

"Well, think abouts it. You is crying over a sweater. Can't ya wash it? And in my opinions, ya look fine. I mean, it's just a few dirt stains. We ALL have those"

Rhonda thought about what he said, "Um...I guess you're right"

Stinky nodded, "Plus, you look fine. I mean, ya's always do. You don't look a mess. And even if ya did, it wouldn't matter. I mean, ya don't make a big deal out of being a mess whens we play baseball or something. Ya's fine the way you are Rhonda."

Rhonda realized he was right. It was just a sweater. It can be washed. And she's been covered head-to-toe in mud before, why should she care now ? Just because it was a new sweater? Rhonda smiled a Stinky.

"Yeah, you're right. Um, thanks I guess?"

Stinky smiled back, "No problem Miss. Rhonda! Now lets getta going, I thinks recess is almost over."

*end flashback

Rhonda never forgot that day. Ever since that moment, Rhonda started noticing him more. She noticed how funny he was, and how he was a gentlemen to everyone. No matter how bad they treated him, he was still respectful. He really was a nice guy. Rhonda smiled to herself, just thinking about him made her happy.

If only my parents could see him for who he is... She thought to herself.

Class wasn't over for another half-hour. Rhonda went back to filling her notebook page with various "Rhonda/Stinky" phrases until there was no more room and she had to start a new page.


Well, there you go ! I had SOOO much fun writting the Rhonda section! I love her and stinky ! Ever since I read an old fanfic about them I realized their personalities are meant for each other.

Next chapter will probably be about the Gang in english and working on their "what is" project.

R and R !