I had planned to corner Arnold and get an explanation about why he was so nervous, but
between school and getting ready from prom, I'd forgotten about it. Phoebe hadn't, but
she never mentioned it to me again.
Prom night came and Arnold and I had chipped in to rent a limo. It picked us up
first, then Phoebe. who looked stunning in her blue strapless gown.
Even Arnold was impressed with her appearance.
"Wow, Phoebe, you look gorgeous!" he said, helping her into the limo, with me following
close behind.
"Hey," I joked. "You have your own prom date." I leaned over, giving Phoebe another
kiss. She really did look incredible.
The limo stopped in front of Helga's house and Arnold stared at the building. Phoebe
leaned over, touching his arm.
"You want me to get her?"
He shook his head. "Nah. I just have to prepare myself when I know I have to see Mr.
Pataki."
He stepped out of the limo, walking up to the brownstone. Phoebe and I
scrambled over to the window to see what would happen. It was common knowledge
between the four of us that Bob Pataki didn't take kindly to Helga dating *the orphan*.
As luck would have it, it was Miriam who opened the door, smiling excitedly at
Arnold. He stepped into the brownstone and we both held our breath in anticipation.
Moments later, the door opened again and Arnold stepped out, followed by Helga.
I could almost feel my jaw drop. She was stunning. the pink dress was ankle
length and iridescent with thin straps on her shoulders. Her hair was up and in almost the
same style as Phoebe's. She stepped down the stairs, waving to Miriam before taking
Arnold's outstretched hand. The first real contact either of us had seen between the two.
The driver opened the door and we scrambled back to our seats.
Helga slid in, smiling at Phoebe.
"Damn, girl you clean up good." I stated.
"Hey," Arnold said, sliding in next to her. "You have your own prom date."
We drove to Prom, the girls talking excitedly about who was going with who and
what they were wearing, as I watched Arnold watch Helga. Granted, she did look great,
and if I was her prom date, I'd have problems taking my eyes off of her too, but the way
he was looking at her. There was something in his eyes. Something I couldn't place and
something I had never seen before.
He glanced over and caught me looking at him.
"What?" he asked.
I leaned back, casting a quick meaningful glance towards Helga, then gave him a knowing
look. His face flushed , then he smiled, knowing I'd caught him.
"This is going to be the best night of our lives." I affirmed.
He nodded, catching my meaning. "Definitely." he agreed.
between school and getting ready from prom, I'd forgotten about it. Phoebe hadn't, but
she never mentioned it to me again.
Prom night came and Arnold and I had chipped in to rent a limo. It picked us up
first, then Phoebe. who looked stunning in her blue strapless gown.
Even Arnold was impressed with her appearance.
"Wow, Phoebe, you look gorgeous!" he said, helping her into the limo, with me following
close behind.
"Hey," I joked. "You have your own prom date." I leaned over, giving Phoebe another
kiss. She really did look incredible.
The limo stopped in front of Helga's house and Arnold stared at the building. Phoebe
leaned over, touching his arm.
"You want me to get her?"
He shook his head. "Nah. I just have to prepare myself when I know I have to see Mr.
Pataki."
He stepped out of the limo, walking up to the brownstone. Phoebe and I
scrambled over to the window to see what would happen. It was common knowledge
between the four of us that Bob Pataki didn't take kindly to Helga dating *the orphan*.
As luck would have it, it was Miriam who opened the door, smiling excitedly at
Arnold. He stepped into the brownstone and we both held our breath in anticipation.
Moments later, the door opened again and Arnold stepped out, followed by Helga.
I could almost feel my jaw drop. She was stunning. the pink dress was ankle
length and iridescent with thin straps on her shoulders. Her hair was up and in almost the
same style as Phoebe's. She stepped down the stairs, waving to Miriam before taking
Arnold's outstretched hand. The first real contact either of us had seen between the two.
The driver opened the door and we scrambled back to our seats.
Helga slid in, smiling at Phoebe.
"Damn, girl you clean up good." I stated.
"Hey," Arnold said, sliding in next to her. "You have your own prom date."
We drove to Prom, the girls talking excitedly about who was going with who and
what they were wearing, as I watched Arnold watch Helga. Granted, she did look great,
and if I was her prom date, I'd have problems taking my eyes off of her too, but the way
he was looking at her. There was something in his eyes. Something I couldn't place and
something I had never seen before.
He glanced over and caught me looking at him.
"What?" he asked.
I leaned back, casting a quick meaningful glance towards Helga, then gave him a knowing
look. His face flushed , then he smiled, knowing I'd caught him.
"This is going to be the best night of our lives." I affirmed.
He nodded, catching my meaning. "Definitely." he agreed.