Arnold, Gerald and Julían stood in the middle of Gerald Field passing a soccer ball to each other. Julían watched as the ball rolled across the grass from Arnold and stopped it quickly with his foot. "So this is where y'all played when you were kids, huh?" Julían said.

Arnold laughed,"It's no Gillette Stadium, but it was great when we were kids. We used to play everything here when the older kids ran us out of Tina Park. Baseball, Football, everything." He passed the ball to Gerald.

"Remember when we played that football game against the fifth graders? And you kept talking us up to them when we were all terrified they were going to kill us?" Gerald laughed,

Arnold stopped it with his foot. "Yeah, I kind of got carried away," He laughed. "At least we won in the end."

Gerald rolled his eyes. "Yeah, thanks to your plays. If we had done it the way Helga had wanted us to we would have gotten killed. I couldn't look at another protein drink for weeks without getting nauseous." Gerald kicked the ball to Arnold.

Arnold stopped the ball and looked down at it. "Yeah...Helga." He scratched the back of his neck and kicked the ball towards Julían, where it stopped in the space between them. Julian gave Arnold a funny look then went and retrieved the ball and walked back to where he was standing before. "Sorry," Arnold mumbled.

"Still upset about Helga, huh?" Julían asked, kicking up the ball and juggling it. Arnold sighed and watched Julían. "We said we would be friends, but every time I try to talk to her its awkward or she avoids me. Honestly I miss the days were she used to bully me. At least she would talk to me openly."

Julían dropped the ball and passed it to Gerald. "Well your first mistake was to tell her you wanted to be "friends" when you clearly want to be more than that," Julían said. Gerald stopped the ball and laughed. "Yeah, whats up with that man?" Gerald asked.

"I don't know, I panicked. She told me she didn't love me anymore. I should probably just stop feeling this way. There's no point," Arnold said.

"Aren't you supposed to be Mr. Optimism?" Gerald asked, causing Arnold to roll his eyes. "Wait, wait, wait. Helga was in love with you?" Julían said.

"Uhhh...it's a long story, but when we were kids she kind of told me she had...strong feelings for me," Arnold said. "And you knew this and didn't do anything about it?" Julían said.

Arnold bit the inside of his cheek. "Well she kind of took it back. I offered her an out saying it was just a "heat of the moment" thing," he mumbled. Julían laughed. "Oh Arnold you are one of a kind, my friend."

"I think you guys need a change of scenery. You're surrounded by places where bad things have happened to you both," Gerald said. "Oh look whose Mr. Romantic over here," Julían laughed.

Gerald scoffed. "Hey, when Phoebe and I went to colleges far away from each other, it was hard. Really hard. We both agreed it would be useless to date while we were across the country from each other, despite our feelings. But secretly I agreed to myself that I would wait for her, because I knew she was the one. One day I thought it was too hard. That maybe I should just give up everything. But we met up with each other one summer when we were both home, just as friends. Just seeing her laugh and hear her talk about how much she loved what she was doing reassured me she was worth the wait. Getting away from all my problems at college and just being with her helped me realize that she was what I wanted. So I moved to Boston to be with her."

"Wow, I never knew that Gerald. You two are great together," Arnold said.

"I think I might have a way to help y'all," Julían said. "I was going to take my family to England to meet my boyfriend and see him play in England. But my grandfather became ill and they went back to Costa Rica to take care of him-"

"Wait, I thought your family was from Cuba?" Gerald said.

"They are, my grandparents moved to Costa Rica around the time I was born because of all the uprisings the past few decades," Julían said."Don't interrupt." Gerald put his hands up in surrender. "Like I was saying, my family went to Costa Rica to take care of my grandfather. It turned out he was fine, but they are staying with him an extra week or two to make sure. But that means they can't come to England with me."

Arnold's eyes widened. "Julían, we couldn't-"

"Oh yes you could. The hotel and the plane tickets would go to waste anyway," Julían said.

"How many people did you originally plan on taking?" Gerald asked.

"Well besides myself, my mom, father and two little sisters. So four. Which is enough for you, Phoebe, Helga and lover-boy over here," Julían said, gesturing towards Arnold. "What better way to woo you're significant other than to take them to a foreign country?"

~later~

"What do you think babe?" Gerald asked, rolling a roll of sushi. He moved away the matt and the contents of the roll fell out onto the counter.

"You know, you're really bad at making sushi," Phoebe said, coming up behind him and wrapping her small arms around him. Gerald glanced over at Phoebes perfect roll. "I just can't get the hang of this," Gerald said.

Phoebe giggled and placed her hands on his. "Here, let me help you." They rolled the matt until it came into a perfect roll. "See? Not that hard?"

"Maybe for you," Gerald laughed. "You're perfect at everything."

Phoebe blushed. "I'm not perfect," she said. Gerald turned around to face her. "You are to me," Gerald said kissing her forehead. Phoebe blushed and moved away to frantically clean up their mess. Gerald laughed at her nervous actions and cleared his throat. "So Julían asked me something pretty weird today."

"What was that?" Phoebe asked, not looking up from the dish she was scrubbing. "He, um, invited us all to England," Gerald said. Phoebe dropped the dish into the sink. "What?" she asked quietly. "You heard me," Gerald said.

Phoebe slowly picked up the dish and began washing it again. "So when would this whole thing...happen?" She asked. "In two weeks." Gerald said quietly.

"Two weeks?!" Phoebe squeaked. "Gerald I can't just pick up my life and go to England in two weeks! I have a residency, Arnold has school and Helga has a job. So do you I might add."

"You have vacation time, babe! And so do Helga and I. Arnold has a break the week we would go. It would be perfect!" Gerald said.

"No. No! I shouldn't leave right now. I need to focus. Why do you even want to go?" Phoebe asked.

"Because I see the way Arnold and Helga look at each other," Gerald said. Phoebe looked at him in shock. "What does that have to do with anything?" Phoebe asked.

"I see that they have feelings for each other," Gerald continued, "but they keep avoiding them. They keep pushing them away out of fear. But you can only keep pushing feelings away before they start to fade. And I don't want that for them. I don't want that for us either."

Phoebe walked over to Gerald and put her hand on his cheek. "That won't happen for them or for us, Gerald. I love you."

"I love you to babe. So much. But sometimes, with the pressure of your residency and my job I feel like we are just falling into a routine. I don't want you to get bored one day and leave. I want to feel like this with you for a long time," Gerald said.

Phoebe moved her hand down to hold his and giggled. "Gerald, there is no way I would ever get bored with you." She sighed. "Ok, I will go to England. On one condition."

"Whats that?" Gerald asked.

"No more surprises," Phoebe said. She let go of his hand and grabbed their plates of sushi and walked out of the kitchen.

Gerald watched her leave. When he was sure she was really gone, he pulled a small velvet box from his pocket and carefully examined it.

"Maybe just one," Gerald said.

A/N: I decided to make this chapter more about Phoebe and Gerald. I think they are sometimes an under-appreciated couple in the series with Helga's awesome love for Arnold. Plus I'm all for multiracial couples. Anyway, I'll get back to Helga and Arnold in the next chapter. Please notify me of any grammar/spelling mistakes. Thanks for reading!