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Put Two and Two Together CH 3
by Me, Tanochan of Eternal Babble (named so for obvious reasons)
****** oops, i forgot this is still from arnolds POV, but not really... i dunno what you calls it... its like me telling it as though i was following arnold around and reading his thoughts... ya dats it... i don make sence...******
As it turned out, Arnold had broken his arm when he landed on it. The hospital had contacted Arnold's grandparents and Phil had come to pick him up.
"Hey Shortman," his grandpa greeted him somewhat cheerfully until he saw the grim look on the boy's face, "I take it we're having another one of our problems, huh Arnold?" he said a bit quietly, "So what's wrong?"
"She... she SAVED me, Grandpa!" Arnold cried, thousands of emotions suddenly rushing out, like a geyser, " And now I don't even know what happened to her! I don't even know if she's ALIVE! Why did she do it Grandpa?"
"Wait... you mean your little friend, the one with the one eyebrow, big pink bow and the pigtails? The little Pataki girl?"
"Yes, but why would she do that? Why would she risk her life to save mine?" Arnold asked.
Phil shook his head slowly. This boy is never going to get it, is he? "Arnold, why do you think she did it?" he asked.
A very good question. Once again Arnold had to think. Boy was he not used to this. Sure, when it came to thinking of a plan or advice to give someone he was fine. He was great at those kind of things, but he was terrible when i came to thinking about his own problems, "I- I don't know!" he finally said, " I mean, she hated me everyday since preschool. She's told me so hundreds of times."
"Has she ever been nice to you?"
He paused a moment. There had been a few times. She had been unusually nice to him that first time Lila had dumped him. And that time when she told him that Summer was trying to take advantage of him. And the time she pretended to be his girlfriend in order to make Lila jealous. And then about a month ago when... she told him that she loved him.
Phil waved a hand in front of his grandson's face, "Hello? Earth to Arnold! Ya there?"
Arnold blinked and returned to reality.
"What were ya thinking about Arnold?" his grandpa asked.
What should he say? He couldn't very well lie to him... could he? No, that wasn't the right thing. But should he tell him? All right, he decided, I'll tell him. Maybe he'll help me understand. He took a deep breath, "Um, do you remember when we saved the neighborhood about a month ago?"
Grandpa nodded.
"Well, you see..." Arnold trailed off. Should he say it? Here was his chance to back out.
"Did something happen that night, Arnold? Something that had to do with the Pataki girl?" Oh crap, why'd he have to be right?
"Yeah..." Arnold began to blush, but had no idea why.
Phil pretended not to notice, "So, what happened?" he asked, trying not to smile.
His face took on a deeper shade of crimson, "She... she told me that she loved me!" the words poured out, the dam had burst, " We were up... up on the roof of the Fti building and... well, first I didn't know it was her because she had been pretending to be someone else. She was helping me and when I found out it was her and asked why she was helping me, the REAL reason, she said, "' What else are you supposed to do when someone you love is in trouble?' he paused.
"And then what happened?" Phil asked, stifling a laugh.
"Well, I dunno, I guess I thought I hadn't heard her right, I said, 'love?' and she started going on and on, yelling about how much she loved me and then she well... um... kissed me..."
"No!" Grandpa gasped, his voice riddled with sarcasm.
"Well, she did, and then I was even more confused and I asked her what she meant and she yelled at me again, 'Are you deaf?' and then Gerald tried to contact me, but she told him not now, and then she tried to... I dunno what she was trying to do, but she was acting really strangely. She was talking funny... all sweet and nice... so unlike her." now Arnold was talking mostly to himself, forgetting that he was telling his Grandfather all this as he paced back and forth, rubbing his cast nervously as he rambled on and on.
"And then, after we saved the neighborhood and it was all over, I talked to her. I asked her if she had meant what she said and she said that she had didn't, we'd just gotten caught up in the heat of the moment... got carried away. She hated me and I should never forget it. Ever. And then she walked away. She seemed strangely happy too... she looked like she was ready to start singing or something. She was acting REALLY weird that day."
"So, she hates you?" Grandpa asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"I guess so... but then... why did she do all that stuff? Why was she acting so strangely? Why did she save me today?"
"I'd love ta help ya, Shortman, but we gotta get going, they had raspberry jello down at the cafeteria and..." he led him down the hallway towards the exit.
Arnold stopped suddenly, "Wait. What about Helga? Oh god... Grandpa... if she dies... I..."
"Eh, your little friend'll be all right. She gets it from Bob. Girl's strong, stubborn too. I wouldn't be surprised if she was back to bothering you in a few weeks." he winked, "Now c'mon, we gotta get out of here..."
Arnold hesitated, "Well... could we visit later?"
"Sure! Let's get out of here first!" Phil pushed the boy out the door.
****** Hee, well, that's all fer now, folks. angry mob: BUT WHAT ABOUT HELGA?? *throw assorted edible and unedible foods at my head* owww...*bonk* oh, cmon people, I'm getting to it! I swear!!*splat* oh, come on! I'm allergic to that!!!! DONT THROW IT AT MEEEE!!!!!!!! *runs into Fortress of Insanity* SANCTUARY!!!!!!!! *cowers in darkness, and continues to write rest of story*******
****** Well, please review!!!! I NEED A BIGGER EGO!!!! I LOST THE PUMP I USUALLY USE TO INFLATE MY HEAD AND THE ONLY THING THAT WILL HELP ME NOW IS REVIEWS!!!!!!!!! if yer lucky, my head'll explode and you'll never have to read my insanity again, yay.******
Put Two and Two Together CH 3
by Me, Tanochan of Eternal Babble (named so for obvious reasons)
****** oops, i forgot this is still from arnolds POV, but not really... i dunno what you calls it... its like me telling it as though i was following arnold around and reading his thoughts... ya dats it... i don make sence...******
As it turned out, Arnold had broken his arm when he landed on it. The hospital had contacted Arnold's grandparents and Phil had come to pick him up.
"Hey Shortman," his grandpa greeted him somewhat cheerfully until he saw the grim look on the boy's face, "I take it we're having another one of our problems, huh Arnold?" he said a bit quietly, "So what's wrong?"
"She... she SAVED me, Grandpa!" Arnold cried, thousands of emotions suddenly rushing out, like a geyser, " And now I don't even know what happened to her! I don't even know if she's ALIVE! Why did she do it Grandpa?"
"Wait... you mean your little friend, the one with the one eyebrow, big pink bow and the pigtails? The little Pataki girl?"
"Yes, but why would she do that? Why would she risk her life to save mine?" Arnold asked.
Phil shook his head slowly. This boy is never going to get it, is he? "Arnold, why do you think she did it?" he asked.
A very good question. Once again Arnold had to think. Boy was he not used to this. Sure, when it came to thinking of a plan or advice to give someone he was fine. He was great at those kind of things, but he was terrible when i came to thinking about his own problems, "I- I don't know!" he finally said, " I mean, she hated me everyday since preschool. She's told me so hundreds of times."
"Has she ever been nice to you?"
He paused a moment. There had been a few times. She had been unusually nice to him that first time Lila had dumped him. And that time when she told him that Summer was trying to take advantage of him. And the time she pretended to be his girlfriend in order to make Lila jealous. And then about a month ago when... she told him that she loved him.
Phil waved a hand in front of his grandson's face, "Hello? Earth to Arnold! Ya there?"
Arnold blinked and returned to reality.
"What were ya thinking about Arnold?" his grandpa asked.
What should he say? He couldn't very well lie to him... could he? No, that wasn't the right thing. But should he tell him? All right, he decided, I'll tell him. Maybe he'll help me understand. He took a deep breath, "Um, do you remember when we saved the neighborhood about a month ago?"
Grandpa nodded.
"Well, you see..." Arnold trailed off. Should he say it? Here was his chance to back out.
"Did something happen that night, Arnold? Something that had to do with the Pataki girl?" Oh crap, why'd he have to be right?
"Yeah..." Arnold began to blush, but had no idea why.
Phil pretended not to notice, "So, what happened?" he asked, trying not to smile.
His face took on a deeper shade of crimson, "She... she told me that she loved me!" the words poured out, the dam had burst, " We were up... up on the roof of the Fti building and... well, first I didn't know it was her because she had been pretending to be someone else. She was helping me and when I found out it was her and asked why she was helping me, the REAL reason, she said, "' What else are you supposed to do when someone you love is in trouble?' he paused.
"And then what happened?" Phil asked, stifling a laugh.
"Well, I dunno, I guess I thought I hadn't heard her right, I said, 'love?' and she started going on and on, yelling about how much she loved me and then she well... um... kissed me..."
"No!" Grandpa gasped, his voice riddled with sarcasm.
"Well, she did, and then I was even more confused and I asked her what she meant and she yelled at me again, 'Are you deaf?' and then Gerald tried to contact me, but she told him not now, and then she tried to... I dunno what she was trying to do, but she was acting really strangely. She was talking funny... all sweet and nice... so unlike her." now Arnold was talking mostly to himself, forgetting that he was telling his Grandfather all this as he paced back and forth, rubbing his cast nervously as he rambled on and on.
"And then, after we saved the neighborhood and it was all over, I talked to her. I asked her if she had meant what she said and she said that she had didn't, we'd just gotten caught up in the heat of the moment... got carried away. She hated me and I should never forget it. Ever. And then she walked away. She seemed strangely happy too... she looked like she was ready to start singing or something. She was acting REALLY weird that day."
"So, she hates you?" Grandpa asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"I guess so... but then... why did she do all that stuff? Why was she acting so strangely? Why did she save me today?"
"I'd love ta help ya, Shortman, but we gotta get going, they had raspberry jello down at the cafeteria and..." he led him down the hallway towards the exit.
Arnold stopped suddenly, "Wait. What about Helga? Oh god... Grandpa... if she dies... I..."
"Eh, your little friend'll be all right. She gets it from Bob. Girl's strong, stubborn too. I wouldn't be surprised if she was back to bothering you in a few weeks." he winked, "Now c'mon, we gotta get out of here..."
Arnold hesitated, "Well... could we visit later?"
"Sure! Let's get out of here first!" Phil pushed the boy out the door.
****** Hee, well, that's all fer now, folks. angry mob: BUT WHAT ABOUT HELGA?? *throw assorted edible and unedible foods at my head* owww...*bonk* oh, cmon people, I'm getting to it! I swear!!*splat* oh, come on! I'm allergic to that!!!! DONT THROW IT AT MEEEE!!!!!!!! *runs into Fortress of Insanity* SANCTUARY!!!!!!!! *cowers in darkness, and continues to write rest of story*******
****** Well, please review!!!! I NEED A BIGGER EGO!!!! I LOST THE PUMP I USUALLY USE TO INFLATE MY HEAD AND THE ONLY THING THAT WILL HELP ME NOW IS REVIEWS!!!!!!!!! if yer lucky, my head'll explode and you'll never have to read my insanity again, yay.******