Old chapter, made new.
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 Shattered
Gerald was alone in his house. It was just him and his TV. He had his TV very loud so he could feel like someone was with him. It wasn't working. He longed to hold Phoebe again. He got off his couch, which had an impression on the cushion from him sitting there so long, and went to take a shower. After shaving and washing his hair, he got out and dried off. He put on some jeans and a t-shirt. He then threw on a pair of old sneakers and went to the nearby McDonalds. He wanted an ice cream.
Phoebe was not full from her meal with Helga. She had only eaten a salad. She waved Helga off; she was going to her room, and then left the hotel. For some odd reason an ice cream at McDonalds sounded good.
She saw one a few blocks off; that was one big sign they had. She walked over, not wanting to pay for a cab. She was pretty tired by the time she reached the restaurant and was ready for a nice cold ice cream cone. She ordered one and sat in a booth. Suddenly a tap on her shoulders made her turn away from her ice cream. A tall man stood in front of her, rather familiar.
"Phoebe? Is that you?"
"Oh my gosh Gerald- is that you?"
"Phoebe it is you!"
He lifted the little woman out of her seat and wrapped his arms around her in a more-than-friendly hug.
He set her down, looking rather embarrassed. "Uh, sorry. I just… I missed you. Phoebe- I-"
Phoebe cut him off by locking her lips with him. After all, love doesn't need word. He was at first surprised, but then wrapped his strong arms around her one more time. The manager prying them apart interrupted them.
"This is a family place. Please get a room."
He winked and they smiled. Together they ran out and Gerald led her to his car. She sat in the passenger seat and smiled at him. He revved up the engine and they tore off down the street. He had a nice convertible and so he rolled down the top. Phoebe let her hair out of the tight bun it had been in. Her long hair flowed in the wind. It was all Gerald could do to keep his eyes on the road.
Phoebe had always been pretty to Gerald, but now she was stunning. She had long legs and a small waist. Her eyes were so beautiful- free of wrinkles or signs of aging. She had a small sexy mouth that was so cute. He was displaying immense self-control by not kissing her right then and there. He pulled into the driveway of his house and it had a nice view of the beach.
Phoebe could tell Gerald was a success. And that he had been working out. His muscles practically bulged out of his shirt. Phoebe had always been fragile, and a muscular man was her turn on. She opened the door of the car and raced to the house, Gerald following close behind. She stopped every once in awhile to tease him, but then raced off again. Suddenly, Gerald caught her and once again held her in his arms. She felt so secure, so safe. She never wanted to leave his arms. He led her up to his bedroom.
She stopped teasing, and was unsure of whether or not to follow him. He walked in and took off his shirt, arms and chest rippling with muscles. She couldn't resist herself. She followed behind him and as he bent over to take of his shoes she wrapped her thin arms around his waist. He stood up and turned around, lifting her off her feet and into his strong arms.
He laid her down on his bed and joined her. He kissed her soft lips, and her arms searched his back. As he kissed her harder, they lost themselves in each other. Love tends to do that to people.
Helga looked at her watch. It was 7:30 in the morning. Thursday, it was just one day until she was back in her normal setting. She wiped away salty reminders of her crying last night and walked over to the shower.
She hopped in and turned the dial to as hot as it would go. She closed her eyes as all memories of Arnold washed down the drain along with soapsuds. She smiled, this time not looking pathetic. There was something about a nice hot shower to wake you up and make you feel better. She stepped out and grabbed a towel. She wrapped herself in it, enjoying the feeling of a newly washed, fluffy towel.
She walked to her suitcase, holding the towel around her in one hand and opening the suitcase with the other. She pulled out a tight red shirt, bra, a cute thong, and black Capri's. She put on her clothes and then went searching for a nice pair of shoes to match. She found a cute pair of black sandals and put them on. She grabbed her purse and headed out the door.
What was the perfect way to stop thinking about a boy? Shopping. So off she went to the nearby mall. Maybe they would have a cute swimsuit.
Phoebe woke up and turned over to see Gerald sleeping soundly. Who would have thought that coming to LA would enable her to see her childhood love. She softly stroked his cheek and got out of bed. She put on her clothes and went downstairs. She found a package for making pancakes and started to make them. Soon a hand on her hip made her look up from her batter.
"Hey."
"Hi Gerald. You sleep well?"
He smiled shyly, "Yes. Very well."
He kissed her on the cheek and started making coffee.
"I'm making pancakes. How many would you like?"
"2 are good. I haven't had a healthy meal in who knows how long."
"By looking at you I wouldn't know it. You're sexy." Phoebe said with a sly grin.
Gerald grinned back and he helped her pour the batter onto the pan. They finished up and brought over their breakfast. They sat awkwardly at the table and ate their pancakes. Phoebe played with her hair and slowly ate her pancake; she only had one. Gerald eyed her nervously. Neither knew what to do. After all, what do you say to your childhood love after a night of "whoopee"? Finally, Phoebe finished her pancake and brought over her plate.
"So Phoebe, what are you doing today?"
"I don't really know. I suppose help Helga. She has a problem and-"
Gerald walked up to her and gently kissed her on the lips. He stepped back, leaving her wanting more.
"Phoebe, I love you. I always have. Letting you go was the worst mistake I ever made."
Here he kneeled, "Although I don't have a ring, will you marry me?"
The room swirled. Marry? For heaven's sake she had only known him for a day and a half after who knows how long of separation.
"Gerald… I… I can't. I'm sorry but it's been too long. I really need to go."
She ran out the room and left her dish shattered on the ground. Shattered like Gerald's heart.
Disclaimer: Idea mine, Hey Arnold not.
1
2 Rhetorical Questions
2.1 What if…
2.1.1 By: Christina
2.1.1.1 Shattered
Gerald was alone in his house. It was just him and his TV. He had his TV very loud so he could feel like someone was with him. It wasn't working. He longed to hold Phoebe again. He got off his couch, which had an impression on the cushion from him sitting there so long, and went to take a shower. After shaving and washing his hair, he got out and dried off. He put on some jeans and a t-shirt. He then threw on a pair of old sneakers and went to the nearby McDonalds. He wanted an ice cream.
Phoebe was not full from her meal with Helga. She had only eaten a salad. She waved Helga off; she was going to her room, and then left the hotel. For some odd reason an ice cream at McDonalds sounded good.
She saw one a few blocks off; that was one big sign they had. She walked over, not wanting to pay for a cab. She was pretty tired by the time she reached the restaurant and was ready for a nice cold ice cream cone. She ordered one and sat in a booth. Suddenly a tap on her shoulders made her turn away from her ice cream. A tall man stood in front of her, rather familiar.
"Phoebe? Is that you?"
"Oh my gosh Gerald- is that you?"
"Phoebe it is you!"
He lifted the little woman out of her seat and wrapped his arms around her in a more-than-friendly hug.
He set her down, looking rather embarrassed. "Uh, sorry. I just… I missed you. Phoebe- I-"
Phoebe cut him off by locking her lips with him. After all, love doesn't need word. He was at first surprised, but then wrapped his strong arms around her one more time. The manager prying them apart interrupted them.
"This is a family place. Please get a room."
He winked and they smiled. Together they ran out and Gerald led her to his car. She sat in the passenger seat and smiled at him. He revved up the engine and they tore off down the street. He had a nice convertible and so he rolled down the top. Phoebe let her hair out of the tight bun it had been in. Her long hair flowed in the wind. It was all Gerald could do to keep his eyes on the road.
Phoebe had always been pretty to Gerald, but now she was stunning. She had long legs and a small waist. Her eyes were so beautiful- free of wrinkles or signs of aging. She had a small sexy mouth that was so cute. He was displaying immense self-control by not kissing her right then and there. He pulled into the driveway of his house and it had a nice view of the beach.
Phoebe could tell Gerald was a success. And that he had been working out. His muscles practically bulged out of his shirt. Phoebe had always been fragile, and a muscular man was her turn on. She opened the door of the car and raced to the house, Gerald following close behind. She stopped every once in awhile to tease him, but then raced off again. Suddenly, Gerald caught her and once again held her in his arms. She felt so secure, so safe. She never wanted to leave his arms. He led her up to his bedroom.
She stopped teasing, and was unsure of whether or not to follow him. He walked in and took off his shirt, arms and chest rippling with muscles. She couldn't resist herself. She followed behind him and as he bent over to take of his shoes she wrapped her thin arms around his waist. He stood up and turned around, lifting her off her feet and into his strong arms.
He laid her down on his bed and joined her. He kissed her soft lips, and her arms searched his back. As he kissed her harder, they lost themselves in each other. Love tends to do that to people.
Helga looked at her watch. It was 7:30 in the morning. Thursday, it was just one day until she was back in her normal setting. She wiped away salty reminders of her crying last night and walked over to the shower.
She hopped in and turned the dial to as hot as it would go. She closed her eyes as all memories of Arnold washed down the drain along with soapsuds. She smiled, this time not looking pathetic. There was something about a nice hot shower to wake you up and make you feel better. She stepped out and grabbed a towel. She wrapped herself in it, enjoying the feeling of a newly washed, fluffy towel.
She walked to her suitcase, holding the towel around her in one hand and opening the suitcase with the other. She pulled out a tight red shirt, bra, a cute thong, and black Capri's. She put on her clothes and then went searching for a nice pair of shoes to match. She found a cute pair of black sandals and put them on. She grabbed her purse and headed out the door.
What was the perfect way to stop thinking about a boy? Shopping. So off she went to the nearby mall. Maybe they would have a cute swimsuit.
Phoebe woke up and turned over to see Gerald sleeping soundly. Who would have thought that coming to LA would enable her to see her childhood love. She softly stroked his cheek and got out of bed. She put on her clothes and went downstairs. She found a package for making pancakes and started to make them. Soon a hand on her hip made her look up from her batter.
"Hey."
"Hi Gerald. You sleep well?"
He smiled shyly, "Yes. Very well."
He kissed her on the cheek and started making coffee.
"I'm making pancakes. How many would you like?"
"2 are good. I haven't had a healthy meal in who knows how long."
"By looking at you I wouldn't know it. You're sexy." Phoebe said with a sly grin.
Gerald grinned back and he helped her pour the batter onto the pan. They finished up and brought over their breakfast. They sat awkwardly at the table and ate their pancakes. Phoebe played with her hair and slowly ate her pancake; she only had one. Gerald eyed her nervously. Neither knew what to do. After all, what do you say to your childhood love after a night of "whoopee"? Finally, Phoebe finished her pancake and brought over her plate.
"So Phoebe, what are you doing today?"
"I don't really know. I suppose help Helga. She has a problem and-"
Gerald walked up to her and gently kissed her on the lips. He stepped back, leaving her wanting more.
"Phoebe, I love you. I always have. Letting you go was the worst mistake I ever made."
Here he kneeled, "Although I don't have a ring, will you marry me?"
The room swirled. Marry? For heaven's sake she had only known him for a day and a half after who knows how long of separation.
"Gerald… I… I can't. I'm sorry but it's been too long. I really need to go."
She ran out the room and left her dish shattered on the ground. Shattered like Gerald's heart.
