We met after school in the coffe shop down the block to discuss dresses, tuxs, and other Prom preparations. Helga had sprained her ankle in gym and now had it propped up on
the seat next to me.
Gerald and Arnold showed up moments after we had settled in.
"Hey." He said, kissing me and sliding into the booth next to me. Arnold sat next to
Helga, frowning at her.
"What's wrong?"
"I sprained my ankle during gym." she answered, still wincing.
"She isn't suppose to move it for the rest of the night and has to keep it elevated." I
added.
To my surprise and I think Gerald's also, he sat back and patted his leg.
"Rest it on my lap," he suggested. "That way you won't have to worry about Phoebe
sitting on it."
"Sorry." I offered.
Helga maneuvered slowly, until she was sitting sideways and resting her leg on Arnold's lap. He smiled, patting her leg, and turned his attention back to the rest of us.
"So...why are we here?" Gerald asked, trying to bring us back onto the other subject.
"You two are just going to plan this anyway. Just tell us what color tuxs need to be and
what time to pick you us."
We continued the conversation, but I couldn't help but to keep watching Arnold and
Helga. Bother were carrying on in the same conversation, but every once in a while, I
would catch a hint of something more.
I saw him rub her leg more than once, and I saw her move her leg marginally towards him on more than one occasion.
Could it be they were actually flirting? In front of us?
As we were wrapping up and getting ready to go home, he shocked me further.
"You want to stop by my house for a while?" Arnold asked Helga. "Bob and Miriam
won't bother you and I can take you home later."
"Sure."
I stared at them. Something clicked. He wasn't asking her to come over because of her
leg; they were going to have sex.
I looked over at Gerald, who obviously didn't catch it, due to the look he was giving me.
I glanced back over to Helga, who was trying to successfully maneuver her way out of the
booth.
"Call me when you get home." I told her, hoping my voice didn't give anything away.
Apparently it didn't work, because when she finally stood up, she looked at me, her face
slightly pink.
"Okay."
I followed Gerald out the door, wishing he would hurry up and get into the car so I could
speak with him.
the seat next to me.
Gerald and Arnold showed up moments after we had settled in.
"Hey." He said, kissing me and sliding into the booth next to me. Arnold sat next to
Helga, frowning at her.
"What's wrong?"
"I sprained my ankle during gym." she answered, still wincing.
"She isn't suppose to move it for the rest of the night and has to keep it elevated." I
added.
To my surprise and I think Gerald's also, he sat back and patted his leg.
"Rest it on my lap," he suggested. "That way you won't have to worry about Phoebe
sitting on it."
"Sorry." I offered.
Helga maneuvered slowly, until she was sitting sideways and resting her leg on Arnold's lap. He smiled, patting her leg, and turned his attention back to the rest of us.
"So...why are we here?" Gerald asked, trying to bring us back onto the other subject.
"You two are just going to plan this anyway. Just tell us what color tuxs need to be and
what time to pick you us."
We continued the conversation, but I couldn't help but to keep watching Arnold and
Helga. Bother were carrying on in the same conversation, but every once in a while, I
would catch a hint of something more.
I saw him rub her leg more than once, and I saw her move her leg marginally towards him on more than one occasion.
Could it be they were actually flirting? In front of us?
As we were wrapping up and getting ready to go home, he shocked me further.
"You want to stop by my house for a while?" Arnold asked Helga. "Bob and Miriam
won't bother you and I can take you home later."
"Sure."
I stared at them. Something clicked. He wasn't asking her to come over because of her
leg; they were going to have sex.
I looked over at Gerald, who obviously didn't catch it, due to the look he was giving me.
I glanced back over to Helga, who was trying to successfully maneuver her way out of the
booth.
"Call me when you get home." I told her, hoping my voice didn't give anything away.
Apparently it didn't work, because when she finally stood up, she looked at me, her face
slightly pink.
"Okay."
I followed Gerald out the door, wishing he would hurry up and get into the car so I could
speak with him.