Why I was standing in the shadows by the student parking lot, I will never know.
Phoebe was standing next to me, her hand clutching onto my shirt, which could be the
only reason I didn't just leave and go into the school. Trying to get comfortable for the
fifth time, I finally gave up and looked over at her.
"Phoebe, honey. Tell me again why we're out here?"
"Shhh. We're waiting for Helga and Arnold."
"Can't we do that where we usually do? By the lockers?"
"I want to see something."
"Phoebe, this stalking thing is getting out of control, " I started, before she pulled on my
shirt, cutting off the rest of my well-rehearsed speech.
"Shush. Here they come." she whispered.
As if they could hear.
I moved further back and quieted down, getting caught up in Phoebe's enthusiasm.
Usually, we met the two by the girl's locker before school to discuss the day before
or just to talk. Every once in a while, we all drove in together and on those times I never
noticed anything different.
I watched as Arnold's car pulled into his usual spot and stopped. I was frozen, watching. The car was turned off, but neither party was making an effort to get out. They were
talking about something. He reached over slightly, saying something, and she laughed,
opening the car door and stepping out. She was wearing his favorite plaid shirt.
I could feel Phoebe's nails digging into my arm.
"See!" she hissed, excitedly. "I told you!"
"Shhh." I said, still following my best friend and his girlfriend.
Helga walked ahead, as Arnold locked his door, then ran to catch up with her.
Reaching out, he grabbed her arm, stopping her a moment. Leaning down, he spoke to
her. She smiled up at him, turning to face him fully, and sliding her arms so they slid up
the front of his shirt. They were inches away from each other. I held my breath. Standing
on her toes, she whispered something in his ear, then walked away, leaving him standing
there with a silly grin on his face. He shook his head and walked faster to catch up with
her again.
I relaxed as they left my field of vision.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch...baby, your nails." I said, pulling her hand off of my arm and rubbing
the small bruise.
"Sorry." she said. "But did you see it?"
She was flushed with excitement and I couldn't say I blamed her one bit. Grinning, I
nodded.
I couldn't wait until gym.
Phoebe was standing next to me, her hand clutching onto my shirt, which could be the
only reason I didn't just leave and go into the school. Trying to get comfortable for the
fifth time, I finally gave up and looked over at her.
"Phoebe, honey. Tell me again why we're out here?"
"Shhh. We're waiting for Helga and Arnold."
"Can't we do that where we usually do? By the lockers?"
"I want to see something."
"Phoebe, this stalking thing is getting out of control, " I started, before she pulled on my
shirt, cutting off the rest of my well-rehearsed speech.
"Shush. Here they come." she whispered.
As if they could hear.
I moved further back and quieted down, getting caught up in Phoebe's enthusiasm.
Usually, we met the two by the girl's locker before school to discuss the day before
or just to talk. Every once in a while, we all drove in together and on those times I never
noticed anything different.
I watched as Arnold's car pulled into his usual spot and stopped. I was frozen, watching. The car was turned off, but neither party was making an effort to get out. They were
talking about something. He reached over slightly, saying something, and she laughed,
opening the car door and stepping out. She was wearing his favorite plaid shirt.
I could feel Phoebe's nails digging into my arm.
"See!" she hissed, excitedly. "I told you!"
"Shhh." I said, still following my best friend and his girlfriend.
Helga walked ahead, as Arnold locked his door, then ran to catch up with her.
Reaching out, he grabbed her arm, stopping her a moment. Leaning down, he spoke to
her. She smiled up at him, turning to face him fully, and sliding her arms so they slid up
the front of his shirt. They were inches away from each other. I held my breath. Standing
on her toes, she whispered something in his ear, then walked away, leaving him standing
there with a silly grin on his face. He shook his head and walked faster to catch up with
her again.
I relaxed as they left my field of vision.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch...baby, your nails." I said, pulling her hand off of my arm and rubbing
the small bruise.
"Sorry." she said. "But did you see it?"
She was flushed with excitement and I couldn't say I blamed her one bit. Grinning, I
nodded.
I couldn't wait until gym.