Yet again, another chapter. Still just an edited old chapter.
Disclaimer: Idea mine, Hey Arnold not.
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2 Rhetorical Questions
2.1 What if…
2.1.1 By: Christina
2.1.1.1 Meeting and an E-mail
Arnold watched as the third hand on the clock moved. It counted away the seconds, the seconds until he was free. Sure, Arnold liked his job, but today he was in a meeting. Arnold hated meetings, but when you are a lawyer sometimes you had to endure boring speeches.
The clock struck 5 and the head of the table dismissed them. Arnold walked out the door and as he passed the secretary he smiled. It was Lila, his child sweetheart. They had dated all through High School, but broke up. Arnold just wasn't Lila's oh-so-special-someone. And she wasn't his. For the past few weeks Arnold had been having this strange dream. He was chasing after a girl in a crowded room and he kissed her. He didn't know who this girl was- actually he did. She was his soul mate. As silly as that sounds, she was. He could tell just by the intensity of the dream. But Arnold didn't want to dwell on those thoughts.
Arnold walked into his office and picked up his briefcase. He walked out the door and was standing in the elevator. A young woman was in there with him, but Arnold paid no attention to her. He was busy trying to remember where he parked his BMW.
Helga was so nervous. Today she was going for a job interview. She had just finished law school and was intent on getting a job at one of the most prestigious law firms in the state of New York. She stood in an elevator, waiting impatiently for the doors to open on the 7th floor. She stepped out and signed in at the desk. A pretty girl with brown braids was sitting there. Helga waited in a deep mahogany chair.
Helga had gotten the job! She was told on the spot. She felt fate had given her this job, but for which purpose she was not to know yet. She got in the elevator, it was 5 o'clock. A man stepped in, but Helga was too busy thinking of her new job.
As he was getting out, she noticed his head was oddly shaped. The man from her dreams! She went to grab his shoulder but the elevator doors closed in front of her. She sighed; it probably wasn't him anyway.
Arnold drove home listening to some nice jazz music. It always soothed him and made him calm. Perhaps that is what made him a good lawyer, always being calm and under control. He drove into his nice apartment complex. He owned a penthouse; he was very successful. He stepped in the elevator and waited for the top level. He stepped out and entered his home. He deeply inhaled the scent of pine floors and fell onto his soft couch. It was good to be home.
The phone rang; it was Gerald.
"Hey Gerald, what's going on in L.A.?"
"Not much, I just got off work. I haven't heard from you in awhile- how are you?"
"I'm good. I got a promotion a few days ago. How is the hospital?"
"Things have been slow, a few operations but not many. But I guess I should be thankful no one is hurt or sick. So a promotion? Good job Arnold…" Gerald trailed off.
"Thinking about Phoebe? Don't do that Gerald. Sure, you did a stupid thing letting her slip away, but she's doing well and so are you. It's time to move on."
"I guess your right. Man Arnold, you always did know what to say. It's a good thing you're a lawyer. Oops. I'm burning my dinner. Catch you later man! Oh, are you coming to the reunion?"
"I don't know. I'll surprise you."
"Alright. See ya football head."
Football head… where had that name come from?
~~Flashback~~
A young girl with a uni-brow and a pink dress and bow raised her fist at Arnold.
"Watch where you're going football head!"
~~End Flashback~~
Where did that come from? He shook his head and set down the phone. He sat down at the computer and started typing an e-mail. It was to his friend that he had met online. She was so sweet and she had a poet's heart.
He was telling her about his day at the office, and about the dream he had had the night before. He had been having the dream for quite some time, but this was the first time he mentioned it to her.
She e-mailed him right back. He opened it up.
Ar55law, (A/N: ar= Arnold; law= lawyer)
That is so strange you had that dream. I've been having the same one for the past couple of months. I think we should meet, maybe… never mind. I just need to meet you.
Blondegdss22
Meet? He sighed, was he ready for that? He guessed he was old enough to meet her by himself, and he was worried about them having the same dream.
He e-mailed her back; tell her his current position in New York. He told her to meet him at the coffee shop on 6th and Harrison Ave tomorrow at 6 o'clock. He would be wearing a blue t-shirt and khakis with a red rose on the table.
He received an e-mail back from her saying she would be wearing a white casual dress with a white rose in her hair.
He signed off and went to bed, hoping he wouldn't dream.
Disclaimer: Idea mine, Hey Arnold not.
1
2 Rhetorical Questions
2.1 What if…
2.1.1 By: Christina
2.1.1.1 Meeting and an E-mail
Arnold watched as the third hand on the clock moved. It counted away the seconds, the seconds until he was free. Sure, Arnold liked his job, but today he was in a meeting. Arnold hated meetings, but when you are a lawyer sometimes you had to endure boring speeches.
The clock struck 5 and the head of the table dismissed them. Arnold walked out the door and as he passed the secretary he smiled. It was Lila, his child sweetheart. They had dated all through High School, but broke up. Arnold just wasn't Lila's oh-so-special-someone. And she wasn't his. For the past few weeks Arnold had been having this strange dream. He was chasing after a girl in a crowded room and he kissed her. He didn't know who this girl was- actually he did. She was his soul mate. As silly as that sounds, she was. He could tell just by the intensity of the dream. But Arnold didn't want to dwell on those thoughts.
Arnold walked into his office and picked up his briefcase. He walked out the door and was standing in the elevator. A young woman was in there with him, but Arnold paid no attention to her. He was busy trying to remember where he parked his BMW.
Helga was so nervous. Today she was going for a job interview. She had just finished law school and was intent on getting a job at one of the most prestigious law firms in the state of New York. She stood in an elevator, waiting impatiently for the doors to open on the 7th floor. She stepped out and signed in at the desk. A pretty girl with brown braids was sitting there. Helga waited in a deep mahogany chair.
Helga had gotten the job! She was told on the spot. She felt fate had given her this job, but for which purpose she was not to know yet. She got in the elevator, it was 5 o'clock. A man stepped in, but Helga was too busy thinking of her new job.
As he was getting out, she noticed his head was oddly shaped. The man from her dreams! She went to grab his shoulder but the elevator doors closed in front of her. She sighed; it probably wasn't him anyway.
Arnold drove home listening to some nice jazz music. It always soothed him and made him calm. Perhaps that is what made him a good lawyer, always being calm and under control. He drove into his nice apartment complex. He owned a penthouse; he was very successful. He stepped in the elevator and waited for the top level. He stepped out and entered his home. He deeply inhaled the scent of pine floors and fell onto his soft couch. It was good to be home.
The phone rang; it was Gerald.
"Hey Gerald, what's going on in L.A.?"
"Not much, I just got off work. I haven't heard from you in awhile- how are you?"
"I'm good. I got a promotion a few days ago. How is the hospital?"
"Things have been slow, a few operations but not many. But I guess I should be thankful no one is hurt or sick. So a promotion? Good job Arnold…" Gerald trailed off.
"Thinking about Phoebe? Don't do that Gerald. Sure, you did a stupid thing letting her slip away, but she's doing well and so are you. It's time to move on."
"I guess your right. Man Arnold, you always did know what to say. It's a good thing you're a lawyer. Oops. I'm burning my dinner. Catch you later man! Oh, are you coming to the reunion?"
"I don't know. I'll surprise you."
"Alright. See ya football head."
Football head… where had that name come from?
~~Flashback~~
A young girl with a uni-brow and a pink dress and bow raised her fist at Arnold.
"Watch where you're going football head!"
~~End Flashback~~
Where did that come from? He shook his head and set down the phone. He sat down at the computer and started typing an e-mail. It was to his friend that he had met online. She was so sweet and she had a poet's heart.
He was telling her about his day at the office, and about the dream he had had the night before. He had been having the dream for quite some time, but this was the first time he mentioned it to her.
She e-mailed him right back. He opened it up.
Ar55law, (A/N: ar= Arnold; law= lawyer)
That is so strange you had that dream. I've been having the same one for the past couple of months. I think we should meet, maybe… never mind. I just need to meet you.
Blondegdss22
Meet? He sighed, was he ready for that? He guessed he was old enough to meet her by himself, and he was worried about them having the same dream.
He e-mailed her back; tell her his current position in New York. He told her to meet him at the coffee shop on 6th and Harrison Ave tomorrow at 6 o'clock. He would be wearing a blue t-shirt and khakis with a red rose on the table.
He received an e-mail back from her saying she would be wearing a white casual dress with a white rose in her hair.
He signed off and went to bed, hoping he wouldn't dream.
