Disclaimer: I don't own any of Hey Arnold! But that would be a dream come
true. (Then again, I'll probably end up giving the rights to Craig. Let's
get on with the show.
Chapter 1: You're Getting Married?
By: Me, who else?
Erica was staring at the pile of invitations before her. Why couldn't just send these out themselves? It make it a lot easier on me. Who to cross off my list. Speaking of list. She picked up the phone and dialed Helga's number. Ring. Ring. "Hello, who the hell is this?" good thing I am not your boss Helga Pataki.
"Is this how you greet your friends now Helga, or did I catch you at a bad time?"
"Sorry Erica. What is so important you had to call me at work? I'm sure you're dying to tell me." Actually I'm dying to find some one who will send out these cards. "He proposed didn't he?" Wow, she's getting good at this.
"How did you know Frank proposed?"
"I have my ways. Look, taking a lunch break in a half hour, want to talk then, at Chez Paris?" Hmm. I wonder if she knows about Arnold?
"I'll be there. Besides, I could get a discount." She must know. It's Helga we are talking about. She'd know what's going on, doesn't she?
"Who?" I know that curiosity anywhere. You're dying to find out.
"Gerald, I believe. Did you hear about Arnold?" Techincally this is not gossip, it's curiosity.
"No, but it's not like as if he dating Lila or something." Oh, my this is going to be one little shocker for you, Miss Pataki.
"I think you should sit down. What I am about to tell you might shock you." Hell to that, I know it's going to shock you. "He is going out with Lila." Was that a small crash in the background? "You didn't sit down."
"But, she- she- promised not to!" I know, then again it is Lila, you can't expect much from her. "Why would she do this to me?"
"You still love him, after you dumped him. Now that's just sad. Look all I want is for you to be my Maid of Honor. Clear?"
"Clear."
"Talk to you later, Helga." I set the phone down on it's cradle. Better call Phoebe while I'm on it. Ring. Ring. "Hello Phoebe."
"Hello Erica, I was just about to call you." Did Gerald ask the question? That must be why she wanted to call me.
"I was wondering if you'd be my bride's maid, and why did you want to call me? It wouldn't have anything to deal with a certain man named Gerald, would it?"
"He proposed! When are you getting married? Of course of I'll be a bride's maid, but only if you'll be one of mine." For some one who was as scared as heck of asking him out in the first place, you do clean up.
"June 28. Deal, and I must be going, darling. Bye!"
"Bye! Call me later with all the details." She hung up. Better get ready for lunch, can't go out to Chez Paris in these street clothes. She went to search her closet for a dress.
***I know I am just building up the background alittle, but don't worry, there's gonna be a lot of action later.
Chapter 1: You're Getting Married?
By: Me, who else?
Erica was staring at the pile of invitations before her. Why couldn't just send these out themselves? It make it a lot easier on me. Who to cross off my list. Speaking of list. She picked up the phone and dialed Helga's number. Ring. Ring. "Hello, who the hell is this?" good thing I am not your boss Helga Pataki.
"Is this how you greet your friends now Helga, or did I catch you at a bad time?"
"Sorry Erica. What is so important you had to call me at work? I'm sure you're dying to tell me." Actually I'm dying to find some one who will send out these cards. "He proposed didn't he?" Wow, she's getting good at this.
"How did you know Frank proposed?"
"I have my ways. Look, taking a lunch break in a half hour, want to talk then, at Chez Paris?" Hmm. I wonder if she knows about Arnold?
"I'll be there. Besides, I could get a discount." She must know. It's Helga we are talking about. She'd know what's going on, doesn't she?
"Who?" I know that curiosity anywhere. You're dying to find out.
"Gerald, I believe. Did you hear about Arnold?" Techincally this is not gossip, it's curiosity.
"No, but it's not like as if he dating Lila or something." Oh, my this is going to be one little shocker for you, Miss Pataki.
"I think you should sit down. What I am about to tell you might shock you." Hell to that, I know it's going to shock you. "He is going out with Lila." Was that a small crash in the background? "You didn't sit down."
"But, she- she- promised not to!" I know, then again it is Lila, you can't expect much from her. "Why would she do this to me?"
"You still love him, after you dumped him. Now that's just sad. Look all I want is for you to be my Maid of Honor. Clear?"
"Clear."
"Talk to you later, Helga." I set the phone down on it's cradle. Better call Phoebe while I'm on it. Ring. Ring. "Hello Phoebe."
"Hello Erica, I was just about to call you." Did Gerald ask the question? That must be why she wanted to call me.
"I was wondering if you'd be my bride's maid, and why did you want to call me? It wouldn't have anything to deal with a certain man named Gerald, would it?"
"He proposed! When are you getting married? Of course of I'll be a bride's maid, but only if you'll be one of mine." For some one who was as scared as heck of asking him out in the first place, you do clean up.
"June 28. Deal, and I must be going, darling. Bye!"
"Bye! Call me later with all the details." She hung up. Better get ready for lunch, can't go out to Chez Paris in these street clothes. She went to search her closet for a dress.
***I know I am just building up the background alittle, but don't worry, there's gonna be a lot of action later.
