As Time Goes By
Be
a good reader and R&R, m' kay? ;-) But seriously, being my first fic I
would really appreciate it.
Disclaimer:
Hey Arnold! Does not belong to me, if it did I wouldn't have to put all over my
site about how much I want to do a V.O. on the show, I would be doing ALL
of the voices. Think I can't? Hey, I turned in a list of 80 voices to Abrams
Artists dangit! :::gets taken away by men in white suits::::: Oh no, not again.
Isn't Camarillo State closed anyway?
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As Time Goes By~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter
4: The Fundamental Things Apply
The
guys were having a great time and now they were in a heated game of poker. Now
away from their "significant others" they were free to talk. Sid put
a chip down.
"Raise
you twenty." He said, he put his cards down for a moment, "So,
some of the girls have changed quite a bit?"
"Yes,
Phoebe certainly looks beautiful, and if Lila certainly looks the same."
Said Peapod Kid.
"Yea,
but what about Helga?" Stinky chimed in. Suddenly, the room erupted
into discussion.
"I
know!" Gerald said, "I thought she had changed when I saw her in LA,
but I wasn't prepared for this." Gerald noticed that Arnold wasn't in on
the conversation.
"What
about you Arnold? What do you think?" Gerald asked.
Arnold
finally looked up from his cards.
"I
was shocked beyond belief." Arnold said.
"I
guess that explains the chard's of glass in my carpet." Gerald said
jokingly.
"Yes,
I'm sorry about that." Arnold blushed.
"Ooh,
someone is turnin' into a tomato." Stinky teased.
"She
really does look like a goddess," Arnold admitted. "Of course,
goddess or not, one is confused about whether to flirt with someone who spent
most of their spare time calling you 'football head' and shooting spitwads at
you." The whole group cracked up.
"Well,
you know what they say, maybe your goddess…I apologize, I have to quote Lila,
"Liked-you liked-you." Ughe yea…" Brainy added, with that
familiar wheeze at the end.
Arnold
laughed.
"You
know, I've been told that by everyone. Something tells me that's not
true."
"What
about that 'confrontation' you had in fourth grade." Gerald asked slyly.
Arnold
looked a bit angry.
"Well
Gerald, that was kind of private. But…Helga just had a small crush on
me" The group was surprised by that comment, "That was it. She just
used me as an escape from her family life. Believe me, I guarantee that she's long
over that. She probably has a boyfriend or maybe she's married if she looks
like that. I would love to catch up with her though. We haven't seen
each other in so long."
There
was some more friendly teasing and the game continued.
"What?"
Helga said.
"You
heard me." Phoebe softly replied.
Unwisely
after fainting, Helga shot up and started ranting. "No , no, no, I'm loooong
over him…" she suddenly tripped on the rug and fell right down on the
tile.
She
looked up at Phoebe. "No kidding Sherlock…"
Phoebe
looked up as if to ask God why, "What am I going to do with you?" She
sighed. "You sure?"
"I've
never been so sure of anything. I guess it's all my fault, over all these years
I tried to suppress it, act like it wasn't there, ignore it. It worked for a
while, of course there were some repercussions. I lost some creativity or for
that matter I still wrote poetry, but I never thought of who it was about, and
I have major problems doing romantic scenes. Of course, from all of that
suppressing, it's come back to kick me in the pants."
Phoebe
felt sincerely awful for her friend, "Come on. There's no Arnold at the
girls party…well not that I know of." She joked, "If you feel like
it, we can talk about it later."
Helga
got up and went to the mirror to fix herself up. "Well, I'm a fighter gal.
I'll get through this."
Helga
and Phoebe left to find the girls just starting to catch up.
"Helga!
Are you alright? I was ever-so worried about you." Lila asked.
'Some
people never change.' Helga thought to herself.
"Yes,
I'm fine I just had…"
"Low
blood sugar." Phoebe cut in, "She has low blood sugar, you better get
a snack." Phoebe added that for effect.
Helga
grabbed a few cheese doodles and decided to join in the discussion.
