Ok, so, uh... wow, that was my longest writer's block yet, I think! It was a BAD one. I went to write, and nothing at all would come to mind. I really hated it! Especially since I'm keeping people from reading on this when I can't seem to get to writing on it! This chapter might be a little less good than the others because I am writing this while I can't really think of anything. Does that make sense? No, it doesn't, but oh well. Oh, and I just realized something that I did. In the first chapter they're all suppose to be 10, so they're 16. I'm the most forgetful person--besides my parents--that I know!
Disclaimer: I own Hey Arnold! just as much as I own my cousins' house. (That's a new one, isn't
it?)
How could I do it? I tapped my chin with the end of the pen, and looked down at the paper.
Stupid brain, think of something! I growled, and wrote down a number. Don't ask me why I did, I
just wanted to. Then I thought of something. I smirked evilly, and wrote my thought down. "Heh,
heh, heh... by this time tomorrow, Arnold will be ever so MINE." I laughed, rubbing my hands
together.
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I laughed at grandpa when he patted my back. I looked over at Helga and saw her blushing. I half
smiled, and tapped her shoulder. "What's the matter?" I asked jokingly. She raised an eyebrow at
me.
"Aren't you even just a LITTLE embarrassed having your WHOLE family know about us being
together when I don't even know if I love you or not?" she asked, harshly. I blinked, and looked
around the table. Everyone was staring at us with an amazed expression. Yeah, NOW I'm
embarrassed. I wasn't before... now I am.
"Uh... now I am," I said, looking back to her. She gave me a weird look, and then laughed. What
could POSSIBLY be so funny!?! "What?!" I asked her, placing my hands on my hips. She shook
her head, and looked around.
"Nothing, football head, nothing."
"It must have been SOMETHING!" I said, and a frown beginning to form. She sighed, stood up,
grabbed my wrist, and dragged me upstairs. She ran, with my wrist in her hand, into her room, let
go of me, and slammed the door shut. I jumped, and stared at her for a minute. "Uh, are you
alright, Helga?" I asked, cautiously.
"Arnold, I have to tell you something," she said with a frown, then sat down on the remote
control couch. That used to be mine. I sat down next to her, and raised an eyebrow. She sighed,
yet again, and pushed a small strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm not sure, but I think Lila is up to
something." she said, crossing her arms. I slightly chuckled. How could she POSSIBLY know
that?
"Now what gave you THAT idea? Lila was just congratulating us." I said, laying my arm across
her shoulders, and pulling her closer to me. She looked up to me; right into my eyes. Ooooo... I
melted; again. So many times melting in just a couple days. Ha!
"Arnold... she NEVER congratulates couples when they get together. Now, what's wrong with
that picture?" she asked, uncrossing her arms and placing her hands on her hips. All the while
staring me in the face. Such beautiful eyes... oh, oops, what did she say?
Oh yeah, I remember. "Nothing is wrong with that picture. It's just that, I guess, she likes us a
lot?" I mentioned, shrugging. She groaned, and shook her head.
"Are you denser than I thought?! She likes YOU a lot, and she hates ME!" she said, pointing
to herself, and standing up. I stood up also, and she walked over to her bed, me following close
behind. She turned quickly, making me jump, and flopped onto the bed. I flopped down next to
her. Now I feel like a copy cat. Silly of me, huh? She looked at me with an eyebrow raised.
"Arnold... don't be such a know-it-all. She changed. She sometimes congratulates couples, but
then se always gets the guy."
"But I thought that you didn't know if you like-liked me or not?" I asked, and smirked. She
growled, and clenched her fists. I must be awfully evil or something... I can sure make her mad
easily.
"I DON'T KNOW, alright, ARNOLD!??!" she practically screamed at me, teeth and fists
clenched. I gulped, and moved slightly away from her.
"Ok... ok... I was just saying..." I defended myself, holding up my hands in front of my face and
slightly shaking them. "Man, you sure are awfully full of emotions today. Embarrassment, anger,
looooove..." I trailed off, snickering under my breath.
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This must be a conspiracy. My Geraldine part, AND Arnold think I love him. 'And that's because
you DO.' I sighed, and shook my head. "Arnold, Arnold, Arnold... I told you, I don't love you
yet. At least I don't think. Let me sleep on it, ok? I'm REALLY tired." I said with a yawn. He
nodded his handsome football shaped head... HEY, where did that come from?!!? 'You
FINALLY realizing how handsome he is? Pheh, you're pathetic. Not until now...' shut your trap.
'Ooooo, touchy.' yeah, so what? Going to do something about it, huh?
"Yeah, ok. I'll leave now. Bye Helga. Have a nice nap." he said, and pulled me into a small, at
least I hope, kiss. It lasted for a few seconds... then a few minutes... then...
"Whoa boy!" I heard behind Arnold. He pulled away from me, finally, and looked behind him.
There stood his grandpa. I blushed, fell backwards, and covered my face with a pillow, groaning.
"Did I come in the middle of your little make-out session?" Phil asked playfully. I groaned again,
and I can't tell what Arnold did because I was under the pillow.
"Well, actually, no." Arnold answered, surprisingly calm. I shook my head, messing up my hair. "I
was just giving her a goodbye kiss, that's all." I pulled the pillow off, sat up, nodded my head,
went back down, and covered my head back up. I didn't want them to see my deep, deep blush
for any longer than ten seconds! 'Yeah, WAY too embarrassing...' finally my Geraldine part says
something that I agree with. 'Well, if I said that thing right, I said other things right, wouldn't you
think?' no, I wouldn't think. 'Oh, you mean you're stupid?' damn Geraldine part...
"Sure..." I heard Phil say, then a door close. I pulled the pillow off my head, and all I saw were
two huge green eyes staring at me. Too close there, buddy! I laughed, and pushed the pillow off
my face into his.
"Hey!" he laughed, pulling the pillow out of my reach, with me reaching for it. I leaned back
against the wall. "I thought you said you were tired." he said, giving me my pillow back. I pulled
it out of his hands, then threw it at his face. It hit him, then fell to the floor. He had a completely
serious face on. Stone face! And I didn't even know that we were playing that. So, I began to
stare back at him, just like he was staring at me. 'Boring...' be quiet, Geraldine! 'Blah, blah, blah...
did you say something?'
I stared at him the same way he was staring at me for a while, then his mouth slightly moved. It
slightly moved again, but even a little more than last time. I then heard a slightly noise come from
his mouth. Then he opened his mouth and began to laugh like crazy. I slightly chuckled, and
shook my head. "You crazy person, you know dat?" I said, trying to sound dumb. He stopped
laughing for a minute, then looked at me with an eyebrow raised. "And what be matter with the
football head? Me bein' berserker than im and e no likes?" I asked, sounding as stupid as possible.
That did it, again. He let out a loud, loud laugh. Then his laughing was so hard it wasn't able to
be heard.
"Arnold? Are you ok?" he sounded like he was mute, but every once and a while I heard a gasp.
He was DEFINITELY having a laughing attack. Yep, yep. "Arnold... breath. Breath... can you
breath?" I asked, nervously. He nodded his head, yet still laughing. Then, I could tell his laughing
was getting slower, because I could hear it. "There... you're ok now..." I assured him, even
thought he already knew he was ok.
"Yeah... I know I'm ok. It's... just that... that was funny." he said, breathing in through his nose,
and out through his mouth. I shook my head, and chuckled. Then he began coughing.
"Are you SURE you're ok?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He nodded his head, and coughed a
couple times. Oh, yeah, same thing happens to me every time I laugh very hard. He finally stopped coughing, and got a hold of himself.
"Ok... ok. I'm ok now." he panted, then coughed one more time, and looked back at me. "Oh, wait, you wanted to sleep! Duh, I need to leave! Bye!" he said quickly, then stood up, turned around, and ran to the door. He slightly tripped on his shoelaces, and hit his head lightly against the door. "Ow..." he groaned quietly, massaging his head. I laughed, and he glared at me. 'Don't laugh like that at the one you looooove...' oh, shut up you mindless conscious! 'I said to call me-' I know, Geraldine. "Just be glad I don't like violence," Arnold joked as he opened the door and walked downstairs.
I yawned, and rested my head down. My head went straight to the mattress. I sighed annoyedly, stood up, grabbed my pillow from the floor and tossed it into it's rightful spot. I smiled, and flopped down onto into it, my body molding into the bed, almost. 'You know, it would feel a lot better if there was someone, like Arnold here beside you...' yeah... uh, I mean, no! Of course not, Geraldine. Wh-what would give you such a crazy belief? I yawned, and wrapped my arms around the pillow, as if to raise it higher so my head would be higher.
I began to drift in and out of sleep. I yawned again, and turned over onto my left side. Before I knew it, I was drifting off into dreamland...
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I walked down my stairs, and into my living room. "Daddy, I'm going shopping! I'll be back at..." I looked down at my watch, then back up. "8:00 p.m.!" I said, and rushed out the front door, slamming it behind me. I was going to buy some brand new clothes that would catch his attention. All my current clothes were too... green and black. From what I can tell, he likes pink. I don't get it though. He's a boy... he should like colors like green or black or blue or brown or any color besides pink!! Wow, calm down Lila ol' girl, you don't need to go crazy just because Arnold doesn't like your favorite color.
I took a deep breath, and got into my car. I drove off down the road to the mall. Time to shop...
