Author: This one episode of "Hey Arnold" sticks out in my mind where Arnold "likes likes" Leila and Leila only "likes" Arnold. There's a reference to that in here. I have no clue where this story is going. It's rather crazy actually, ideas pop into my head I type them how I want and they lead to other things. I don't own Willard, Cathryn or Socrates. I do own a lot of other things though, like a PS2, my cd player...
-Cathryn felt dampness on her face and opened her eyes slowly. Willard was crouched over her wetting her face with a wash cloth-
Willard: Cathryn...What's wrong, can't take a little mouse bodily excretion?
Cathryn: No...that's not it, it's just I'm so confused. -Sits up against the wall-
Willard: Just start from the beginning.
Cathryn: Well, I suppose this all started that night they...
Willard: They?
Cathryn: They took you away. When you pleaded for my help. When you clearly couldn't just go around to the front door, you had to try to get through iron bars.
Willard: -Annoyed- ...Continue.
Cathryn: I wanted to help you Willard but I was scared, I didn't know what was happening. You had changed, from being the quiet handsome man I worked across from and wanted to seduce to being a crazed lunatic who talked to rats.
Willard: Whoa, wait a minute what was that last part?
Cathryn: After that, I tried to push you aside, out of my mind. Since Mr. Martin had died the business had shut down. I looked for new work, but no matter what I did I always wondered what you were doing, how you were doing.
Willard: You still haven't explained that one part...
Cathryn: Then you showed up. I thought everything was fine, but apparently I think from the time I wanted to help you to the time you showed up here....I snapped. That's why I don't see Socrates.
Willard: I see...well I'm not quiet sure what to say about that, I wish I did though. Now about that seduce part...
Cathryn: It's too late for that now Willard.
Willard: No it's not, I'm still quiet......................see?
Cathryn: My feelings for you have changed now, I only see you as a friend. I guess that's what it was all along. Feelings for a friend...as if you were my brother.
Willard: You know what? If we went to West Virginia...
Cathryn: You're not really my brother Willard.
Willard: Right...well Cathryn, is there hope for maybe sometime in the future?
Cathryn: I don't know. Right now I only like you, not like like you. But yeah, maybe later on I might like like you again. -Yawns and stands up- I feel sleepy now. I suppose the dishes can wait til tomorrow.
Willard: -Stands- No, that's okay. I'll finish them for you. Just go on up to bed.
Cathryn: Are you sure it's no problem?
Willard: Yes, I already had a nap earlier so I'm not tired yet.
Cathryn: Thank you Willard.
-Cathryn goes upstairs and Willard reaches for the dish cloth on the counter only to find Socrates sitting on it-
Willard: Socrates, were you there the whole time?
Socrates: ....
Willard: Socrates, you heard her. She only likes me, not likes likes me. I'm just a friend.
Socrates: ....
Willard: Well sure I have feelings for her but-
Socrates: ....
Willard: You wouldn't hurt her would you?
Socrates: ...Squeak...
Willard: But why! You're the only friend I have!
Socrates: ....
Willard: Well sure Cathryn is my friend too but...
Socrates: ....
Willard: What if I won't let you?
Socrates: ....Squeak.
Willard: But....you'd kill me too? Socrates...you're different...you've changed and I don't like it one bit!
Socrates: Squeak squeak. Squeak, squeak squeak...squeak.
Willard: I don't know if I can get used to it. Just for tonight, don't hurt Cathryn. Tomorrow morning we'll leave without Cathryn knowing. Just you and me, out on the road. We can take a train and live some where new. I'll get a job and, and-
Socrates: Squeak.
Willard: Good. Tomorrow morning. Now if you'll excuse me I need to finish the dishes. -Willard looked under the sink and found a pair of rubber dish gloves of which he put on and went to work.- Wouldn't want to get dish-pan hands now would we?
-Cathryn felt dampness on her face and opened her eyes slowly. Willard was crouched over her wetting her face with a wash cloth-
Willard: Cathryn...What's wrong, can't take a little mouse bodily excretion?
Cathryn: No...that's not it, it's just I'm so confused. -Sits up against the wall-
Willard: Just start from the beginning.
Cathryn: Well, I suppose this all started that night they...
Willard: They?
Cathryn: They took you away. When you pleaded for my help. When you clearly couldn't just go around to the front door, you had to try to get through iron bars.
Willard: -Annoyed- ...Continue.
Cathryn: I wanted to help you Willard but I was scared, I didn't know what was happening. You had changed, from being the quiet handsome man I worked across from and wanted to seduce to being a crazed lunatic who talked to rats.
Willard: Whoa, wait a minute what was that last part?
Cathryn: After that, I tried to push you aside, out of my mind. Since Mr. Martin had died the business had shut down. I looked for new work, but no matter what I did I always wondered what you were doing, how you were doing.
Willard: You still haven't explained that one part...
Cathryn: Then you showed up. I thought everything was fine, but apparently I think from the time I wanted to help you to the time you showed up here....I snapped. That's why I don't see Socrates.
Willard: I see...well I'm not quiet sure what to say about that, I wish I did though. Now about that seduce part...
Cathryn: It's too late for that now Willard.
Willard: No it's not, I'm still quiet......................see?
Cathryn: My feelings for you have changed now, I only see you as a friend. I guess that's what it was all along. Feelings for a friend...as if you were my brother.
Willard: You know what? If we went to West Virginia...
Cathryn: You're not really my brother Willard.
Willard: Right...well Cathryn, is there hope for maybe sometime in the future?
Cathryn: I don't know. Right now I only like you, not like like you. But yeah, maybe later on I might like like you again. -Yawns and stands up- I feel sleepy now. I suppose the dishes can wait til tomorrow.
Willard: -Stands- No, that's okay. I'll finish them for you. Just go on up to bed.
Cathryn: Are you sure it's no problem?
Willard: Yes, I already had a nap earlier so I'm not tired yet.
Cathryn: Thank you Willard.
-Cathryn goes upstairs and Willard reaches for the dish cloth on the counter only to find Socrates sitting on it-
Willard: Socrates, were you there the whole time?
Socrates: ....
Willard: Socrates, you heard her. She only likes me, not likes likes me. I'm just a friend.
Socrates: ....
Willard: Well sure I have feelings for her but-
Socrates: ....
Willard: You wouldn't hurt her would you?
Socrates: ...Squeak...
Willard: But why! You're the only friend I have!
Socrates: ....
Willard: Well sure Cathryn is my friend too but...
Socrates: ....
Willard: What if I won't let you?
Socrates: ....Squeak.
Willard: But....you'd kill me too? Socrates...you're different...you've changed and I don't like it one bit!
Socrates: Squeak squeak. Squeak, squeak squeak...squeak.
Willard: I don't know if I can get used to it. Just for tonight, don't hurt Cathryn. Tomorrow morning we'll leave without Cathryn knowing. Just you and me, out on the road. We can take a train and live some where new. I'll get a job and, and-
Socrates: Squeak.
Willard: Good. Tomorrow morning. Now if you'll excuse me I need to finish the dishes. -Willard looked under the sink and found a pair of rubber dish gloves of which he put on and went to work.- Wouldn't want to get dish-pan hands now would we?