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Disclaimer-it's not mine *theatrical sigh*
Till Death do us Part-part 4
Fuming Arnold made his way up to his room. He swung the door back planning to slam it hard, the moment he released the door he realized it was a bad idea and grabbed it before it slammed, unfortunatly his hand got caught between the door and the wall. Damn, it hurt. But it was better than Helga knowing he was angry about something...better than Helga wanting to know what he was angry about. Arnold sighed to himself flopped down onto the bed. Why? Why God, why? Why does Helga love that jackass? How could anyone love him? He's self-centered, egotistical, high strung, bossy, horribly rude...how did he ever become an author anyway? It was hard to imagine such a moron writing so many books which millions of people loved, Arnold had never read any of Gregory Howards books so he didn't know how good they were. But if millions of people read them they must be good...right? Arnold sighed and rolled over grabbing the phone.
"Hello channel six news?" A female voice said on the other end.
"Hey Sara, it's Arnold...I need to talk to Gerald...tell him it's an emergency."
A few minutes later Gerald picked up the phone. "Hey man what's the emergency?"
"Helga's marrying Gregory Howard."
Arnold could hear Gerald sigh on the other end. "Yeah...we went over this before...remember? And there's nothing we can do about it, untill we know WHY she's marrying him at least."
"No Gerald...Gregory just stopped by, Helga and Gregory are getting married next Sunday."
"What!??!" Arnold could hear Gerald drop the phone and scoop it back up.
"I know...We've got to stop her. She can not marry him."
"Arnold man, why don't we talk to Helga first? I mean...maybe she really loves him. Maybe they're meant to be? You know....maybe we just can't see the real him, a bad first impression kind of thing..."
"They are NOT meant to be..." Arnold said fiercly. "And I don't care, we HAVE to stop the wedding."
"Easy man...Why do we HAVE to stop this wedding?"
"Because...because...Gerald...I...I love her..I love Helga."
Once again Arnold heard the phone crash out of Geralds hands and onto the floor.
"ARNOLD!!! You...you love Helga G. Pataki!! well...Yeah...I guess I'm happy for you, but...since when?"
"Since we were 17...when we were seniors..." Arnold said quietly.
Gerald was kind of quiet on the other end of the phone too. "Alright man," He said after a few minutes, "You're right...Helga can't marry Gregory, I know what it's like to love someone so much...and then loose them, I don't want you to have to know what that's like too."
"Thanks Gerald."
"Hey...what are best friends for."
They hung up and Arnold leaned over to stare at the ceiling again. He wondered..why?...again...Why was Helga throwing her life away like this? Helga's a very smart girl. Can't she see what's happening here? Frusterated and confused Arnold rolled over and fell asleep.
***
"Arnold...hey..Arnold...wake up..." a voice penetrated through his dreams. "Come on Arnold...wake up...it's dinner time..."
Arnold opened his eyes to see Helga standing over him. He glanced at the clock, it was 7pm, he'd slept all afternoon, and he'd had the most horrible dream, Helga was marrying a complete pompous ass in about a week.
"Yeah...I was just resting." Arnold said sitting up and running his fingers through his hair.
"You've been asleep for hours," Helga said, "You aren't coming down with anything are you?"
"No, I feel fine, really." Arnold insisted.
Then Helga noticed his hand, it was bruised and swollen pretty badly from his mishap with the door, "Oh my gosh! Arnold look at your hand! What happened?"
Arnold glanced at his own hand and winced...it was true, it had all been true, it wasn't a dream.
"Oh...yeah Helga...I umm..I hit my hand in the door, it's ok though, just needs some ice." Arnold said.
Helga gave him a weird look but shrugged. "Come on Arnoldo, we've ordered a pizza."
Arnold got up and followed her downstairs. As the entered the kitchen Gerald looked up. He gave Arnold a kinda sympathetic look and went back to his magazine. Helga got and ice pack and a towel and wrapped up Arnolds hand.
"So Gerald..." Helga said. "I...I'm getting married next Sunday."
"Yeah Helga I know, Arnold called and told me the happy news at work." Gerald said, "So...how did you and Gregory decide to get married in the first place?"
Arnold thanked Gerald inwardly for bringing up the subject.
"Well..." Helga said fiddling with the little cup of pens and pencils near the memo pad. "I was interning for him and then we went out to lunch together a lot and then we went to all the evening affairs at the publishing company and then he asked me to marry him." She said it all kindof quickly...as though she was rambling off a grocery list.
"You must really love him?" Gerald said.
Helga's hand fluttered to her necklace as she replied..."Yes..."
The room fell silent, Helga rubbing her necklace. Arnold staring at the floor...wishing that none of this was happening, and Gerald trying to think of the next thing to say.
:::Ding dong:::
"I'll get it, it's got to be the pizza" Helga said hurrying from the kitchen to answer the door.
"Man...I'm sorry," Gerald said to Arnold as soon as she was gone.
"It can't be true Gerald, this isn't our Helga..." Arnold said.
Gerald shook his head but didn't say anything.
The next morning Arnold woke up feeling slightly refreshed. Of course the horrors of the day before were still fresh in his mind but today he was going to try and come up with a plan to keep Helga from marrying Gregory Howard.
Arnold went down to breakfast to find Helga on the phone again.
"Yes Mirriam, I'm getting married...Sunday...no not today next week...yes...you and Bob need to come...ok...bye..." Helga said taking the phone away from her ear and pressing the off button.
"Having fun?" Arnold teased her, he knew how much she disliked talking to either of her parents.
"Oh this is just a barrel of monkies Arnoldo." Helga said grabbing her list from the kitchen counter and dialing another number. "Hi Olga, this is Helga...yeah of course...I missed you too.." Helga said rolling her eyes, "Listen Olga, I'm getting married on Sunday...yes next Sunday...yes...you're invited...ok...ok...Olga...will you stop crying! Ok, Olga I'm hanging up now, bye."
Arnold laughed and pulled the oarange juice out of the refrigerator. Helga looked at the list again and kept going. Arnold sat down at the kitchen table, he was enjoying watching this.
"Hello, Rhonda?...This is Helga Pataki...yes...I know it's been a while...Well, Rhonda, I'm getting married on Sunday and you're invited...yes I know it's short notice...It's short notice me me too" she muttered, "Oh nothing...Ok...oh, I'm sorry...ok...bye."
Helga set down the phone and sighed, "Poor little Rhonda Wellington Lloyd is going to cancel her tennis match just for me."
Arnold couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Ok football head. That does it," Helga ripped her list in half. "Ok, go upstairs with this half of the list, get on the other line, and invite these people to my wedding."
Arnold groaned and got up taking the list. "Yeah sure thing Helga..." Slowly Arnold marched upstairs dragging his feet. He did not want anything to do with this wedding, let alone inviting more people to it. Arnold entered their study room and sat down. 'Ok...' he thought looking on the list, 'first person is...Sid.' Arnold picked up the phone and dialed Sid's number.
"Hello?" Came a voice on the other side.
"Hi, Sid?" Arnold said.
"Yes, this is Sid."
"Well this is Arnold."
"Oh hey Arnold! What's up?"
Arnold took a deep breath, "Helga's getting married on Sunday and you're invited to the wedding."
"Helga's getting married! Wow, to who?"
"He's some australian author, really famous...his name's Gregory Howard."
"Really? I've heard of him."
"Yeah..." Arnold said. "So, I'll see you Sunday?"
"Sunday it is, bye Arnold."
"Bye" Arnold said.
Arnold consulted his list...he still had a while to go.
That afternoon Gregory Howard stopped by for a visit.
"Hey guys" Gregory said coming in and sitting down with them. The trio had been going over some of the wedding plans, much to Arnolds disliking.
"Hi Gregory," Helga said without even looking up from what she was doing.
Gerald greeted Gregory as well but Arnold remained silent.
"Hey Gregory," Helga said after a few minutes, "Are you working on a new novel now?"
"Actually I am," Gregory said, "Do you want to hear about it?"
"Actually..." Helga said, "You already told me about it..."
Arnold looked up, he could tell Helga was up to something...but he had absolutly no clue what.
"Isn't it about the guy who gets hole of a top secret military disk? What did you call it? A disk call Project Menta or something?"
Helga stared at Gregory Howard for a few seconds. Gregory looked up, "No...it's about a maring biologist who gets stranded on an island. Where the heck did you get the project menta thing." Arnold thought that he saw Gregory's eye twitch, he looked back at Helga, not quite sure what was going on. Helga smiled...sligtly pleased with something.
"Oh no where." She said, "It just popped into my head."
The rest of the afternoon was torture for Arnold, not only was he stuck making wedding plans but he had to deal with Gregory Howard. And he still hadn't come up with a plan to stop the wedding...
A/N-sorry this instalment kinda dragged a bit. But I had to get it out of the way, now Gerald knows that Arnold loves Helga and wedding plans are underway...next instalment will pick up a bit. Please review!!!
Disclaimer-it's not mine *theatrical sigh*
Till Death do us Part-part 4
Fuming Arnold made his way up to his room. He swung the door back planning to slam it hard, the moment he released the door he realized it was a bad idea and grabbed it before it slammed, unfortunatly his hand got caught between the door and the wall. Damn, it hurt. But it was better than Helga knowing he was angry about something...better than Helga wanting to know what he was angry about. Arnold sighed to himself flopped down onto the bed. Why? Why God, why? Why does Helga love that jackass? How could anyone love him? He's self-centered, egotistical, high strung, bossy, horribly rude...how did he ever become an author anyway? It was hard to imagine such a moron writing so many books which millions of people loved, Arnold had never read any of Gregory Howards books so he didn't know how good they were. But if millions of people read them they must be good...right? Arnold sighed and rolled over grabbing the phone.
"Hello channel six news?" A female voice said on the other end.
"Hey Sara, it's Arnold...I need to talk to Gerald...tell him it's an emergency."
A few minutes later Gerald picked up the phone. "Hey man what's the emergency?"
"Helga's marrying Gregory Howard."
Arnold could hear Gerald sigh on the other end. "Yeah...we went over this before...remember? And there's nothing we can do about it, untill we know WHY she's marrying him at least."
"No Gerald...Gregory just stopped by, Helga and Gregory are getting married next Sunday."
"What!??!" Arnold could hear Gerald drop the phone and scoop it back up.
"I know...We've got to stop her. She can not marry him."
"Arnold man, why don't we talk to Helga first? I mean...maybe she really loves him. Maybe they're meant to be? You know....maybe we just can't see the real him, a bad first impression kind of thing..."
"They are NOT meant to be..." Arnold said fiercly. "And I don't care, we HAVE to stop the wedding."
"Easy man...Why do we HAVE to stop this wedding?"
"Because...because...Gerald...I...I love her..I love Helga."
Once again Arnold heard the phone crash out of Geralds hands and onto the floor.
"ARNOLD!!! You...you love Helga G. Pataki!! well...Yeah...I guess I'm happy for you, but...since when?"
"Since we were 17...when we were seniors..." Arnold said quietly.
Gerald was kind of quiet on the other end of the phone too. "Alright man," He said after a few minutes, "You're right...Helga can't marry Gregory, I know what it's like to love someone so much...and then loose them, I don't want you to have to know what that's like too."
"Thanks Gerald."
"Hey...what are best friends for."
They hung up and Arnold leaned over to stare at the ceiling again. He wondered..why?...again...Why was Helga throwing her life away like this? Helga's a very smart girl. Can't she see what's happening here? Frusterated and confused Arnold rolled over and fell asleep.
***
"Arnold...hey..Arnold...wake up..." a voice penetrated through his dreams. "Come on Arnold...wake up...it's dinner time..."
Arnold opened his eyes to see Helga standing over him. He glanced at the clock, it was 7pm, he'd slept all afternoon, and he'd had the most horrible dream, Helga was marrying a complete pompous ass in about a week.
"Yeah...I was just resting." Arnold said sitting up and running his fingers through his hair.
"You've been asleep for hours," Helga said, "You aren't coming down with anything are you?"
"No, I feel fine, really." Arnold insisted.
Then Helga noticed his hand, it was bruised and swollen pretty badly from his mishap with the door, "Oh my gosh! Arnold look at your hand! What happened?"
Arnold glanced at his own hand and winced...it was true, it had all been true, it wasn't a dream.
"Oh...yeah Helga...I umm..I hit my hand in the door, it's ok though, just needs some ice." Arnold said.
Helga gave him a weird look but shrugged. "Come on Arnoldo, we've ordered a pizza."
Arnold got up and followed her downstairs. As the entered the kitchen Gerald looked up. He gave Arnold a kinda sympathetic look and went back to his magazine. Helga got and ice pack and a towel and wrapped up Arnolds hand.
"So Gerald..." Helga said. "I...I'm getting married next Sunday."
"Yeah Helga I know, Arnold called and told me the happy news at work." Gerald said, "So...how did you and Gregory decide to get married in the first place?"
Arnold thanked Gerald inwardly for bringing up the subject.
"Well..." Helga said fiddling with the little cup of pens and pencils near the memo pad. "I was interning for him and then we went out to lunch together a lot and then we went to all the evening affairs at the publishing company and then he asked me to marry him." She said it all kindof quickly...as though she was rambling off a grocery list.
"You must really love him?" Gerald said.
Helga's hand fluttered to her necklace as she replied..."Yes..."
The room fell silent, Helga rubbing her necklace. Arnold staring at the floor...wishing that none of this was happening, and Gerald trying to think of the next thing to say.
:::Ding dong:::
"I'll get it, it's got to be the pizza" Helga said hurrying from the kitchen to answer the door.
"Man...I'm sorry," Gerald said to Arnold as soon as she was gone.
"It can't be true Gerald, this isn't our Helga..." Arnold said.
Gerald shook his head but didn't say anything.
The next morning Arnold woke up feeling slightly refreshed. Of course the horrors of the day before were still fresh in his mind but today he was going to try and come up with a plan to keep Helga from marrying Gregory Howard.
Arnold went down to breakfast to find Helga on the phone again.
"Yes Mirriam, I'm getting married...Sunday...no not today next week...yes...you and Bob need to come...ok...bye..." Helga said taking the phone away from her ear and pressing the off button.
"Having fun?" Arnold teased her, he knew how much she disliked talking to either of her parents.
"Oh this is just a barrel of monkies Arnoldo." Helga said grabbing her list from the kitchen counter and dialing another number. "Hi Olga, this is Helga...yeah of course...I missed you too.." Helga said rolling her eyes, "Listen Olga, I'm getting married on Sunday...yes next Sunday...yes...you're invited...ok...ok...Olga...will you stop crying! Ok, Olga I'm hanging up now, bye."
Arnold laughed and pulled the oarange juice out of the refrigerator. Helga looked at the list again and kept going. Arnold sat down at the kitchen table, he was enjoying watching this.
"Hello, Rhonda?...This is Helga Pataki...yes...I know it's been a while...Well, Rhonda, I'm getting married on Sunday and you're invited...yes I know it's short notice...It's short notice me me too" she muttered, "Oh nothing...Ok...oh, I'm sorry...ok...bye."
Helga set down the phone and sighed, "Poor little Rhonda Wellington Lloyd is going to cancel her tennis match just for me."
Arnold couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Ok football head. That does it," Helga ripped her list in half. "Ok, go upstairs with this half of the list, get on the other line, and invite these people to my wedding."
Arnold groaned and got up taking the list. "Yeah sure thing Helga..." Slowly Arnold marched upstairs dragging his feet. He did not want anything to do with this wedding, let alone inviting more people to it. Arnold entered their study room and sat down. 'Ok...' he thought looking on the list, 'first person is...Sid.' Arnold picked up the phone and dialed Sid's number.
"Hello?" Came a voice on the other side.
"Hi, Sid?" Arnold said.
"Yes, this is Sid."
"Well this is Arnold."
"Oh hey Arnold! What's up?"
Arnold took a deep breath, "Helga's getting married on Sunday and you're invited to the wedding."
"Helga's getting married! Wow, to who?"
"He's some australian author, really famous...his name's Gregory Howard."
"Really? I've heard of him."
"Yeah..." Arnold said. "So, I'll see you Sunday?"
"Sunday it is, bye Arnold."
"Bye" Arnold said.
Arnold consulted his list...he still had a while to go.
That afternoon Gregory Howard stopped by for a visit.
"Hey guys" Gregory said coming in and sitting down with them. The trio had been going over some of the wedding plans, much to Arnolds disliking.
"Hi Gregory," Helga said without even looking up from what she was doing.
Gerald greeted Gregory as well but Arnold remained silent.
"Hey Gregory," Helga said after a few minutes, "Are you working on a new novel now?"
"Actually I am," Gregory said, "Do you want to hear about it?"
"Actually..." Helga said, "You already told me about it..."
Arnold looked up, he could tell Helga was up to something...but he had absolutly no clue what.
"Isn't it about the guy who gets hole of a top secret military disk? What did you call it? A disk call Project Menta or something?"
Helga stared at Gregory Howard for a few seconds. Gregory looked up, "No...it's about a maring biologist who gets stranded on an island. Where the heck did you get the project menta thing." Arnold thought that he saw Gregory's eye twitch, he looked back at Helga, not quite sure what was going on. Helga smiled...sligtly pleased with something.
"Oh no where." She said, "It just popped into my head."
The rest of the afternoon was torture for Arnold, not only was he stuck making wedding plans but he had to deal with Gregory Howard. And he still hadn't come up with a plan to stop the wedding...
A/N-sorry this instalment kinda dragged a bit. But I had to get it out of the way, now Gerald knows that Arnold loves Helga and wedding plans are underway...next instalment will pick up a bit. Please review!!!