A/N-thanks!!! To all reviewers that is I really apreciated it!!! This is kinda short...'cause I still have about two hundred pages of the Odyssey to read by tomorrow...BO-RING...oh well it'll only take a few hours. I hope you enjoy! Please review!
Disclaimer-I do not own Hey Arnold.
Till Death do us Part--part two
"Arnold!!! Gerald!!! Did you guys move my shoes while I was in Australia?" Helga shouted from her room.
"Yeah their in the attic!" Gerald called from the kitchen.
"I suppose that would explain all the old baseball equiptment in my closet." Helga muttered as she ran up to the attic and grabbed her pale blue dress shoes. Back in her room Helga continued getting ready for dinner with Gregory Howard. She was wearing a long pale blue dress which had spagetti strap sleeves and fell around her ankles and her hair was wrapped up. She slipped her shoes on and looked at herself in the mirror. 'not bad...' she thought 'for me.'
"Ok boys, ten minutes!" She called running down the stairs.
"Well well..." Gerald teased. "It's like Cinderella all over again."
"Shut up Geraldo and comb your hair." Helga said tossing him a comb.
"You look great Helga." Arnold said honestly.
"Thanks Arnold you look nice too." Helga said glancing around hurridly. "Ok are we ready? I think we're ready? I'm ready, are you ready?"
"Helga calm down..." Arnold said. "You're so nervous..."
"Nervous? Me?" Helga said instinctivly grabbing the purple stone which always hung on a silver chain around her neck. "What do I have to be nervous about?"
They piled into Arnold's car and drove to the restaurant about ten minutes away.
Not moments after the waiter had seated them came the voice of Gregory Howard. "Helga...Darling..."
The trio stood up and greeted a tall, handsome, man with broad shoulders, green eyes and brown hair before sitting again.
"Gregory, these are my best friends, Gerald Johansen, news broadcaster, and Dr. Arnold..." There was a crash as an infant at the neighboring table knocked all of her toys to the floor.
"Pleased to meet you boys." Gregory said.
"So, Greg, what's it like being such a famous author?" Gerald asked.
"It's Gregory, Gerald, and well...I'm used to it."
"Sorry...Gregory." Gerald said.
"May I take your orders?" The waiter asked.
"I'll have the shrimp cocktail." Arnold said.
"Sirlon steak grilled to a crisp please," Gerald said.
Helga opened her mouth but Gregory opened his faster. "I'll have the Chicken specialty and this lady will have the salad and tomato soup please."
The waiter made a few notes and walked away.
"Actually...Gregory." Helga said with a very slight, yet familiar edge in her voice, "I was going to have the shrimp coctail."
"Sorry dear, but what I ordered is probably better for you anyway." Gregory answered unrolling his silver ware.
Arnold glanced at Gerald, who glanced back... both expecting some sort of mini explosion from Helga.
Instead Helga's face clouded for a few moments, her brow furrowed...but then she seemed calm again and sat quietly.
"So, Arnold," Gregory said. "What kind of doctor are you?"
"Well..." Arnold said with a small glance in Helga's direction to find her looking at the table. "I work in a small family practice nearby, it's really nice actually."
"That's great...as a matter of fact one of my novels is about a patient who's doctor is really a mass murderer." Gregory said.
Arnold didn't quiet know how to respond to this one.
Helga's hand reached up idly and began messing with her purple necklace.
Gregory sighed. "Helga...why must you persist to wear that horrid necklace, especially with the blue dress...it clashes terribly."
Helga looked down at the table again. "I'll be back in a moment." She said excusing herself.
"Yeah...Me too." Gerald said, getting up and walking over to the mens room.
"She is so weird about that necklace." Gregory said shaking his head.
Arnold was shocked. 'He must not know...' he thought, 'he must not know why it's so important to her...surely no one would say something like that if they knew...but why doesn't he know...he and Helga are suposed to get married.' "Did Helga ever tell you where she got that necklace?" Arnold asked.
"No." Gregory said simply.
"Well...When we were juniors in High school Gerald gave that necklace to his girlfriend, Phoebe for her birthday. ..and then Phoebe left it to Helga, Helga never takes it off." Arnold said quietly not really wanting to remember that time in his life.
"So?" Gregory said. "So her best friend's girlfriend gives her a necklace...she seems a little to atached to it for me. Is there something between her and this Gerald that I should know about."
Arnold was shocked...this guy really didn't seem to know anything about Helga.
"Actually back then Gerald and I weren't really great friends with Helga...friends kindof but not really." Arnold tried to explain, "Phoebe and Helga were best friends...then Phoebe was...killed...and Gerald, Helga and I became best friends."
Gregory nodded and looked back towards the kitchen. "I wonder where our food is?"
Arnold was furious. Well more annoyed. This guy, Gregory Howard was a complete ass. He didn't even seem to care that his fiancee's childhood bestfriend had been killed.
"Will you excuse me for a moment?" Arnold asked standing up.
Gregory shrugged. Arnold stormed off towards the mens room. He burst threw the door and kicked the tile wall with anger.
"Ow!" He howled grabbing his foot.
"Smooth." Gerald said, who was sitting on a little bench with staring straight ahead.
Arnold limped over and sat down. "Are you alright?" He asked Gerald.
"Yeah man, I'm fine" Gerald said. "What's got you so mad?"
Arnold stood up again and began hobbling around on his good foot. "This guy...This Gregory Howard is all wrong for Helga. He's an insensitive pompous ass and he doesn't know a thing about her. He's awful Gerald. I was just talking to him...first he didn't know anything about her past...then he didn't even CARE when I told him. Gerald I've made up my mind and we can NOT let Helga marry him!"
Gerald was slightly suprised at such an emotional reaction from his friend. Arnold was usually the calm sensible one.
"Arnold, man, sit down." Gerald said. "First of all is your foot ok?"
Arnold pulled off his shoe and looked at his foot. "Yes it's fine...nothing broken." He said.
"Now...Our Helga's a smart girl...a very smart girl. And she must have SOME reason to marry Gregory Howard. Helga wouldn't listen to us if we forbid her to marry him because we don't like him...that would make her want to marry him more, just to prove us wrong. So...for now we have to go along with it until we figure out why she ever agreed to marry Gregory and then we can try and stop her."
"Ok..." Arnold said.
"Come on man...our food's probably ready by now." Gerald said. "Now remember...we're happy for Helga..."
Arnold painfully forced a smile onto his face.
They rejoined Helga and Gregory at the table to find their dinners waiting for them.
After dinner Gregory gave Helga a peck on the cheek and shook hands with Arnold and Gerald before departing to go back to his hotel. The trio once again climbed into Arnold's car.
"So." Helga said in a practically expressionless voice. "What did you think?"
Arnold glanced in the mirror at Gerald in the back seat. Gerald gave him a sharp look in the mirror.
"If you're happy Helga, Then we're happy for you." Gerald said.
Helga gave a weak smile. "Arnold?" She asked.
Arnold bit the tip of his tongue so hard it almost started to bleed. "As long as you're happy..." He muttered forcidly.
Disclaimer-I do not own Hey Arnold.
Till Death do us Part--part two
"Arnold!!! Gerald!!! Did you guys move my shoes while I was in Australia?" Helga shouted from her room.
"Yeah their in the attic!" Gerald called from the kitchen.
"I suppose that would explain all the old baseball equiptment in my closet." Helga muttered as she ran up to the attic and grabbed her pale blue dress shoes. Back in her room Helga continued getting ready for dinner with Gregory Howard. She was wearing a long pale blue dress which had spagetti strap sleeves and fell around her ankles and her hair was wrapped up. She slipped her shoes on and looked at herself in the mirror. 'not bad...' she thought 'for me.'
"Ok boys, ten minutes!" She called running down the stairs.
"Well well..." Gerald teased. "It's like Cinderella all over again."
"Shut up Geraldo and comb your hair." Helga said tossing him a comb.
"You look great Helga." Arnold said honestly.
"Thanks Arnold you look nice too." Helga said glancing around hurridly. "Ok are we ready? I think we're ready? I'm ready, are you ready?"
"Helga calm down..." Arnold said. "You're so nervous..."
"Nervous? Me?" Helga said instinctivly grabbing the purple stone which always hung on a silver chain around her neck. "What do I have to be nervous about?"
They piled into Arnold's car and drove to the restaurant about ten minutes away.
Not moments after the waiter had seated them came the voice of Gregory Howard. "Helga...Darling..."
The trio stood up and greeted a tall, handsome, man with broad shoulders, green eyes and brown hair before sitting again.
"Gregory, these are my best friends, Gerald Johansen, news broadcaster, and Dr. Arnold..." There was a crash as an infant at the neighboring table knocked all of her toys to the floor.
"Pleased to meet you boys." Gregory said.
"So, Greg, what's it like being such a famous author?" Gerald asked.
"It's Gregory, Gerald, and well...I'm used to it."
"Sorry...Gregory." Gerald said.
"May I take your orders?" The waiter asked.
"I'll have the shrimp cocktail." Arnold said.
"Sirlon steak grilled to a crisp please," Gerald said.
Helga opened her mouth but Gregory opened his faster. "I'll have the Chicken specialty and this lady will have the salad and tomato soup please."
The waiter made a few notes and walked away.
"Actually...Gregory." Helga said with a very slight, yet familiar edge in her voice, "I was going to have the shrimp coctail."
"Sorry dear, but what I ordered is probably better for you anyway." Gregory answered unrolling his silver ware.
Arnold glanced at Gerald, who glanced back... both expecting some sort of mini explosion from Helga.
Instead Helga's face clouded for a few moments, her brow furrowed...but then she seemed calm again and sat quietly.
"So, Arnold," Gregory said. "What kind of doctor are you?"
"Well..." Arnold said with a small glance in Helga's direction to find her looking at the table. "I work in a small family practice nearby, it's really nice actually."
"That's great...as a matter of fact one of my novels is about a patient who's doctor is really a mass murderer." Gregory said.
Arnold didn't quiet know how to respond to this one.
Helga's hand reached up idly and began messing with her purple necklace.
Gregory sighed. "Helga...why must you persist to wear that horrid necklace, especially with the blue dress...it clashes terribly."
Helga looked down at the table again. "I'll be back in a moment." She said excusing herself.
"Yeah...Me too." Gerald said, getting up and walking over to the mens room.
"She is so weird about that necklace." Gregory said shaking his head.
Arnold was shocked. 'He must not know...' he thought, 'he must not know why it's so important to her...surely no one would say something like that if they knew...but why doesn't he know...he and Helga are suposed to get married.' "Did Helga ever tell you where she got that necklace?" Arnold asked.
"No." Gregory said simply.
"Well...When we were juniors in High school Gerald gave that necklace to his girlfriend, Phoebe for her birthday. ..and then Phoebe left it to Helga, Helga never takes it off." Arnold said quietly not really wanting to remember that time in his life.
"So?" Gregory said. "So her best friend's girlfriend gives her a necklace...she seems a little to atached to it for me. Is there something between her and this Gerald that I should know about."
Arnold was shocked...this guy really didn't seem to know anything about Helga.
"Actually back then Gerald and I weren't really great friends with Helga...friends kindof but not really." Arnold tried to explain, "Phoebe and Helga were best friends...then Phoebe was...killed...and Gerald, Helga and I became best friends."
Gregory nodded and looked back towards the kitchen. "I wonder where our food is?"
Arnold was furious. Well more annoyed. This guy, Gregory Howard was a complete ass. He didn't even seem to care that his fiancee's childhood bestfriend had been killed.
"Will you excuse me for a moment?" Arnold asked standing up.
Gregory shrugged. Arnold stormed off towards the mens room. He burst threw the door and kicked the tile wall with anger.
"Ow!" He howled grabbing his foot.
"Smooth." Gerald said, who was sitting on a little bench with staring straight ahead.
Arnold limped over and sat down. "Are you alright?" He asked Gerald.
"Yeah man, I'm fine" Gerald said. "What's got you so mad?"
Arnold stood up again and began hobbling around on his good foot. "This guy...This Gregory Howard is all wrong for Helga. He's an insensitive pompous ass and he doesn't know a thing about her. He's awful Gerald. I was just talking to him...first he didn't know anything about her past...then he didn't even CARE when I told him. Gerald I've made up my mind and we can NOT let Helga marry him!"
Gerald was slightly suprised at such an emotional reaction from his friend. Arnold was usually the calm sensible one.
"Arnold, man, sit down." Gerald said. "First of all is your foot ok?"
Arnold pulled off his shoe and looked at his foot. "Yes it's fine...nothing broken." He said.
"Now...Our Helga's a smart girl...a very smart girl. And she must have SOME reason to marry Gregory Howard. Helga wouldn't listen to us if we forbid her to marry him because we don't like him...that would make her want to marry him more, just to prove us wrong. So...for now we have to go along with it until we figure out why she ever agreed to marry Gregory and then we can try and stop her."
"Ok..." Arnold said.
"Come on man...our food's probably ready by now." Gerald said. "Now remember...we're happy for Helga..."
Arnold painfully forced a smile onto his face.
They rejoined Helga and Gregory at the table to find their dinners waiting for them.
After dinner Gregory gave Helga a peck on the cheek and shook hands with Arnold and Gerald before departing to go back to his hotel. The trio once again climbed into Arnold's car.
"So." Helga said in a practically expressionless voice. "What did you think?"
Arnold glanced in the mirror at Gerald in the back seat. Gerald gave him a sharp look in the mirror.
"If you're happy Helga, Then we're happy for you." Gerald said.
Helga gave a weak smile. "Arnold?" She asked.
Arnold bit the tip of his tongue so hard it almost started to bleed. "As long as you're happy..." He muttered forcidly.