Hey Arnold doesn't belong to me.
Chapter Six: The Best Man
On Sunday morning Gerald decided to call his old friend up for lunch.
He took Arnold to a little Italian restaurant by the coast so they could talk. They hadn't talked in months. Gerald felt Arnold had betrayed him. Reconciliation never worked before but it wasn't really genuine. Arnold wanted resolve the problem. "Look man, I am really sorry. You were right. Timberly is your sister and I should have never broken that trust between us. I loved her or at least I thought I did. I should have taken your advice. But I guess I thought I knew better."
"That's right man, you should have known better. Timberly is my sister and she is too young to be in such a serious relationship..." Gerald sighed, "I am being unfair again. Look, I forgive you. I really missed you man. You're my best friend and it was like Timberly stole that. Not only that but it was like you didn't think my advice was as good as yours and that really pissed me off. We're suppose to be friends and I felt like you didn't trust me."
"I realize that now. I do that. I think that I can solve everybody else's problems but I really don't take a good look at my own. "
"Hey Arnold, you do give really great advice though. Don't get me wrong now but when it comes to your own life you're a little stubborn."
"I never claimed to be perfect. I mess up too, this time I just messed up big time."
"So you and my sister are breaking up now?"
"I don't know."
"Well let's not talk about it."
"Whatever you say, Gerald."
"Look, I was thinking about asking Gary but it wouldn't feel right. So I am gonna ask you. Will you be my best man?"
"I would be honored."
They did their infamous handshake and began to catch up on everything that had happened the past seven months. They ate past and drank a little wine and laughed like old times. It was a relief to Arnold to have his old friend back.
Arnold went home to his apartment later on that Afternoon. Helga had left a message on the voicemail, "Helga G. Pataki here, Arnoldo. Let's do lunch this week to discuss the Etchegaray situation. Give me a call." She left her number and Arnold wrote it down. She sounded so confident and cool. He listened to the message again and decided to save it. Helga had amazed him. She had changed so much since high school. Yet he remembered something that never really changed in Helga. She always had kindness in her eyes. He paced in the apartment agonizing on whether to return her phone call now or in a few days.
Chapter Six: The Best Man
On Sunday morning Gerald decided to call his old friend up for lunch.
He took Arnold to a little Italian restaurant by the coast so they could talk. They hadn't talked in months. Gerald felt Arnold had betrayed him. Reconciliation never worked before but it wasn't really genuine. Arnold wanted resolve the problem. "Look man, I am really sorry. You were right. Timberly is your sister and I should have never broken that trust between us. I loved her or at least I thought I did. I should have taken your advice. But I guess I thought I knew better."
"That's right man, you should have known better. Timberly is my sister and she is too young to be in such a serious relationship..." Gerald sighed, "I am being unfair again. Look, I forgive you. I really missed you man. You're my best friend and it was like Timberly stole that. Not only that but it was like you didn't think my advice was as good as yours and that really pissed me off. We're suppose to be friends and I felt like you didn't trust me."
"I realize that now. I do that. I think that I can solve everybody else's problems but I really don't take a good look at my own. "
"Hey Arnold, you do give really great advice though. Don't get me wrong now but when it comes to your own life you're a little stubborn."
"I never claimed to be perfect. I mess up too, this time I just messed up big time."
"So you and my sister are breaking up now?"
"I don't know."
"Well let's not talk about it."
"Whatever you say, Gerald."
"Look, I was thinking about asking Gary but it wouldn't feel right. So I am gonna ask you. Will you be my best man?"
"I would be honored."
They did their infamous handshake and began to catch up on everything that had happened the past seven months. They ate past and drank a little wine and laughed like old times. It was a relief to Arnold to have his old friend back.
Arnold went home to his apartment later on that Afternoon. Helga had left a message on the voicemail, "Helga G. Pataki here, Arnoldo. Let's do lunch this week to discuss the Etchegaray situation. Give me a call." She left her number and Arnold wrote it down. She sounded so confident and cool. He listened to the message again and decided to save it. Helga had amazed him. She had changed so much since high school. Yet he remembered something that never really changed in Helga. She always had kindness in her eyes. He paced in the apartment agonizing on whether to return her phone call now or in a few days.