Well, I was beginning to wonder. Arnold and I had been best friends since pre-school and even I didn't know what was going on in that relationship. I knew they were dating; they
been dating since Helga's sixteenth birthday.
I knew that they'd taken the next big step in the relationship. Earlier this year.
Helga came to school wearing Arnold's shirt and he wore this secretive smile all day until I
finally cornered him without the girls and confronted him about it. He just smiled in that
annoying calm way he had and confirmed all of my suspicions.
He never went into detail, as much as I tried to worm them out of him. If
anything, he and Helga were incredibly private about their personal lives; which was
weird, because if you ever saw them in grade school, they were the two most opposite
people ever stuck together. The very idea of them actually dating, much less doing
anything else, was very Twilight Zonish.
The bell rang and I gave Phoebe a quick kiss as we split up; Helga and Phoebe
going one direction, Arnold and I going in the other.
"So?" I asked, dying to find out what was going on.
He gave me a quick glance.
"So?"
"You are taking Helga to Prom." I confirmed.
"Not you too, Gerald." he said.
"Well, you have to admit. You and Helga are not the most normal couple in school."
"Why? Because we choose not to make out in the hallways during class?"
"Because you choose not to do anything." I pointed out. "And not only in school,
anywhere we go. The movies, dinner, the park...anywhere. You never kiss, you never
hug, you don't even hold hands. It's just weird. I mean, I know you guys are dating,
because you both agree that you are, but neither of you ever step up to the plate and prove
it."
Arnold stopped suddenly, giving me an odd look. "How are we suppose to prove it?"
"I don't know!"
He sighed heavily. 'Look Gerald. You're going to have to trust me on this. Helga and I
are in a relationship. A very serious relationship."
I looked at him. His eyes and body language told me everything he wouldn't say. And I
understood.
I growled under my breath and continued walking.
"Fine. But maybe could you throw us a bone from time to time?"
He smiled. "You got it."
been dating since Helga's sixteenth birthday.
I knew that they'd taken the next big step in the relationship. Earlier this year.
Helga came to school wearing Arnold's shirt and he wore this secretive smile all day until I
finally cornered him without the girls and confronted him about it. He just smiled in that
annoying calm way he had and confirmed all of my suspicions.
He never went into detail, as much as I tried to worm them out of him. If
anything, he and Helga were incredibly private about their personal lives; which was
weird, because if you ever saw them in grade school, they were the two most opposite
people ever stuck together. The very idea of them actually dating, much less doing
anything else, was very Twilight Zonish.
The bell rang and I gave Phoebe a quick kiss as we split up; Helga and Phoebe
going one direction, Arnold and I going in the other.
"So?" I asked, dying to find out what was going on.
He gave me a quick glance.
"So?"
"You are taking Helga to Prom." I confirmed.
"Not you too, Gerald." he said.
"Well, you have to admit. You and Helga are not the most normal couple in school."
"Why? Because we choose not to make out in the hallways during class?"
"Because you choose not to do anything." I pointed out. "And not only in school,
anywhere we go. The movies, dinner, the park...anywhere. You never kiss, you never
hug, you don't even hold hands. It's just weird. I mean, I know you guys are dating,
because you both agree that you are, but neither of you ever step up to the plate and prove
it."
Arnold stopped suddenly, giving me an odd look. "How are we suppose to prove it?"
"I don't know!"
He sighed heavily. 'Look Gerald. You're going to have to trust me on this. Helga and I
are in a relationship. A very serious relationship."
I looked at him. His eyes and body language told me everything he wouldn't say. And I
understood.
I growled under my breath and continued walking.
"Fine. But maybe could you throw us a bone from time to time?"
He smiled. "You got it."