A/N: Sorry for the long wait, peoples. We just started the New Standards Test and on top of that, tons of homework. God, school is EVIL!!!! Anyway…

I got a review asking if this fic was going to be all about Arnold's new happiness. Well of course not! I would never do anything that boring. And plus, it even says in the summary that he meets up with everyone…which is what will start to happen in this chapter. Shh! I didn't tell you that! ^__^ I also got a review if Helga was going to be in this at all. And again, I will say, of course. I've never written a fanfic with out Helga and Arnold and I don't think I ever will. So, just sit back and relax, and enjoy the chappie!

IMPORTANT NOTE!!! PLEASE READ!!!: I realized as I was thinking about this chapter that I REALLY should have started it out when they were at least in 9th grade…but I didn't. Stupid me. So…this chapter is set another five years into the future from the last 3 chapters (which was set while they were in fourth grade, just incase you didn't know). I really don't want to rush the fic like that, but future events in the story will seem better with them as 9th graders.

Disclaimer: Ok, just to get you to leave me alone, I'll put up the actual disclaimer every four chapters, ok? So here it is: I don't own Hey Arnold! It belongs to Craig Bartlett and the bastards at Nickelodeon.

Chapter 4 – "Horrible, Then Wonderful News"

Arnold yawned and stretched his arms. "Yes, Arnold?" his teacher asked him. He sat up in his chair. "Oh, nothing. I was just stretching." She turned around and continued her lecture.

Arnold was in History class. And even with his grades, he hated it. Every class he would come inches away form falling right to sleep in his chair. But before that could happen, the bell or Ms. Eck would wake him up.

He looked up at the clock. One minute to go. He kept staring at it intently as if telling it to change. After a long agonizing sixty seconds, the little hand moved and the bell rang. Everyone got up and left to go to lunch.

Arnold went to his locker and put his books inside, closed it, and walked down the hall towards the cafeteria. But before he went there, he stopped at Melora's locker. She smiled at the sight of him as she closed her locker. They began to walk down to lunch.

"So who called that was so important that you had to leave during second period?" Melora asked him. Arnold remembered that he had gotten called down to the office for a phone call during math.

"My parents. They said they didn't have time to talk over the phone, so they want to talk to me about something as soon as I get home from school. They sounded both excited and stressed," he explained. She nodded. "Wonder what's up," she said. Arnold shrugged. "Who knows. But I'll call you as soon as I know."

They sat down at their usual circle table with their friends. But Jeremy wasn't among them any more. He had been sent to Juvenile Hall in eighth grade for being caught with cocaine.

Arnold and everyone else had been devastated, but with the fact that Jeremy was to be coming back in a month, they were happier. Arnold couldn't wait until he ould see him again. Even though his mom had told him to stay from him because he had drugs. But his dad had told him in private that he didn't mind him hanging out with Jeremy as long as he didn't do any drugs. And that his mom was being just a little high-strung.

They ate their lunch with the main conversational topics: the latest gossip, who's going out with who, which is the best clothes store, and money.

About three minutes before the bell was to ring to end the school day, Arnold was in his Science class with his teacher, Mr. Cressler. Arnold (along with 90% of all the other students) thought that Mr. Cressler was kind of…strange. He always acted goofy in class (jumping around the room, letting out loud shouts for no reason) and had a high-pitched 'girly' voice. Mostly everyone thought he was…well, gay. Mr. Cressler had gone off for a week at the beginning of the year and other teachers were saying that he got married. People started saying that he was off marrying another man. When he came back people would ask how his wife was and then say to themselves, "If you wanna call another man a wife…"

The bell rang, shaking Arnold from his thoughts. He left the room and met Melora by the entrance to the school. "Call me once you're done with your parents, ok?" she said. "Sure," he said. They kissed lightly and went in separate directions.

Arnold walked for a couple minutes and reached his house. He opened the double doors and walked down the huge hallway, dumping his school things by the coat rack.

He walked into the living room, where he found his parents sitting and watching TV. They turned around and watched him sit down on the leather couch. "So what did you want to talk about?" Arnold asked. Stella turned the TV off.

"Arnold," Miles started. "We don't know weather this will be a good or bad thing for you, but…" he looked at his wife. She smiled sadly and continued for him. "Arnold, we just got a new promotion in our job and we have to move. Back to Hillwood," she told him. Arnold's mouth fell open.

"What?" he asked, hoping he'd heard wrong. "What do you mean, we're moving?" he exclaimed. He threw his arms up in despair. "I can't leave! I've got a whole ife here! I've got friends, and a great school! And what am I going to tell Melora? I'll probably never see any of them again!" he shouted. His mother sighed.

"Arnold, honey, we know how hard this is gonna be on you. Leaving and all. But we really can't pass up this offer. And we thought it might even be good for you too. You'd be able to see all your old friends again. Even visit your grandparents. And besides, you pulled through with moving here. I'm sure you'll do fine this time too," she said. Arnold began to calm down and looked at his mother, who seemed afraid that he would explode right then and there.

"You're right," Arnold said. "It is gonna be hard telling everyone that I'm leaving…especially Melora. But I'm sure I'll be ok…when are we leaving?" Miles smiled. "In a month," he told him. Arnold nodded and stood up. He saw his mother's worried face.

"I'll be fine, mom. Don't worry about me," he told her and he went up to his room to call Melora.

"We're moving to Hillwood," Arnold said over the phone. "When?" Melora asked with a sigh. "In a month," he told her. Then she heard her laugh. "Melora? What's so funny?" he asked.

" I'm moving to Hillwood too, Arnold!" she exclaimed. "But in two months. But isn't this great! I thought I was going to be alone there, but now you'll be there!" Arnold grinned. Every bit of happiness that had been drained out of him from the news had just been put right back in his body.

"This is great, Melora! I'm so much happier now!" he said. "I can't believe how bad things can turn into good things."

Arnold went about his everyday life for the rest of that month. The only thing different was that there were movers throughout the house each day getting things packed. And in no time flat, Arnold was thrown a good-bye party and he was on his way to the airport.

A/N: That's it! For now, at least. So please review and don't leave me all alone. Or I'll cry.

And just for your info, Helga will be in the next chapter. Promise!