I knew Phoebe was furious with me when I sat down. But I had to let her know that there
was a change of plans for Prom Night and hope that she didn't get too upset. Arnold lifted
up one of the magazines and whistled.
"Wow. Phoebe is this you dress?"
Curious, I glanced over. I must admit, I approved of the dress. Phoebe gave me a dirty
look.
"Maybe." she stated, taking the magazine.
Which meant tons of begging before she went dress shopping the next day.
I looked over at Helga, who was smirking at one of the dresses in the magazine.
"What are you wearing?"
"Pink." she replied, briefly glancing up from the magazine.
"Pink? Don't you think it's time to pick another color, girl?"
"I asked her to wear pink." Arnold said.
"Originally, I was going to wear a black slinky number." Helga added.
Arnold wrinkled his nose. "Nah. Not you."
I sighed. Time to face the music.
"There's been a change in plans for Prom night, Phoebe honey."
She looked over at me frowning. "What?" she asked warily.
"We aren't going to the Holiday Inn." I was waiting for the explosion.
"Where are we going?"
"The Alphian." I cringed, waiting for the outburst that never came.
I saw Phoebe shoot a look of surprise over at Helga, who was looking just as stunned.
"Don't be mad at Gerald, Phoebe." Arnold said, not noticing either girl's reaction. "I
asked him to change."
"You did?"
He looked over at Helga. "You aren't mad, are you? I figured the four of us could hang
out there instead of driving to an after Prom party neither of us want to go to."
Helga looked at him, then at Phoebe, and back at him. Something was going on, and even
though my best friend was dating Helga now, he was still oblivious to the event going on
around him.
"No." she said, suddenly smiling. "Not at all. It'll be fun."
Arnold looked relieved, his face breaking out into a wide smile.
"Wait! Where in the hell are you getting a pink tux?" I asked, trying to turn the
conversation until I had a chance to get Phoebe alone to find out exactly what was going
on. The three of them looked at me like I had lost my mind.
"Very funny Gerald." Arnold said. "I'm wearing all black, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. Do they even make pink tunes?"
Helga snorted. "Not if your date's female." she muttered.
was a change of plans for Prom Night and hope that she didn't get too upset. Arnold lifted
up one of the magazines and whistled.
"Wow. Phoebe is this you dress?"
Curious, I glanced over. I must admit, I approved of the dress. Phoebe gave me a dirty
look.
"Maybe." she stated, taking the magazine.
Which meant tons of begging before she went dress shopping the next day.
I looked over at Helga, who was smirking at one of the dresses in the magazine.
"What are you wearing?"
"Pink." she replied, briefly glancing up from the magazine.
"Pink? Don't you think it's time to pick another color, girl?"
"I asked her to wear pink." Arnold said.
"Originally, I was going to wear a black slinky number." Helga added.
Arnold wrinkled his nose. "Nah. Not you."
I sighed. Time to face the music.
"There's been a change in plans for Prom night, Phoebe honey."
She looked over at me frowning. "What?" she asked warily.
"We aren't going to the Holiday Inn." I was waiting for the explosion.
"Where are we going?"
"The Alphian." I cringed, waiting for the outburst that never came.
I saw Phoebe shoot a look of surprise over at Helga, who was looking just as stunned.
"Don't be mad at Gerald, Phoebe." Arnold said, not noticing either girl's reaction. "I
asked him to change."
"You did?"
He looked over at Helga. "You aren't mad, are you? I figured the four of us could hang
out there instead of driving to an after Prom party neither of us want to go to."
Helga looked at him, then at Phoebe, and back at him. Something was going on, and even
though my best friend was dating Helga now, he was still oblivious to the event going on
around him.
"No." she said, suddenly smiling. "Not at all. It'll be fun."
Arnold looked relieved, his face breaking out into a wide smile.
"Wait! Where in the hell are you getting a pink tux?" I asked, trying to turn the
conversation until I had a chance to get Phoebe alone to find out exactly what was going
on. The three of them looked at me like I had lost my mind.
"Very funny Gerald." Arnold said. "I'm wearing all black, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. Do they even make pink tunes?"
Helga snorted. "Not if your date's female." she muttered.