Disclaimer: I don't own any minor ideas taken from The Godfather! And heck, I don't own the Godfather either!
After observing all the fourth grade girls in his classroom, Arnoldo had come to a conclusion. Rhonda would be too much of a responsibility and he had no time for extra responsibilities; he had a mafia empire to build! Phoebe and Nadine were too smart, Sheena was too weird, Lila was some kinda farm hick; what the heck did he ever see in her? He felt something bounce off his head. The Pataki girl who sat behind him. She didn't know who she was messing with.
"Arnold, can you come up and show the class how negative fractions are done?" said Mr. Simmons.
Arnoldo sighed. What the heck was up with this guy? Why should he have to answer to a guy who had the room decorated in rainbow motif and who's favorite thing in life was a tomato sandwich.
"Sid…" Arnoldo snapped his fingers and pointed up at the math problem on the chalk board.
Meanwhile, Helga was busy gazing at the back of Arnold's slicked back hair. She couldn't help but feel slightly distraught about the change in her love's personality and appearance, although he did look pretty darn sexy in a tie. *Tsssssss * she thought with a smile and pictured her finger sizzling on Arnold. These changes weren't that bad. She would learn to live with them, as a matter of fact, she had even added a little tie to her miniature Arnold figurine that she'd been keeping in her math book. She opened the book and huddled over it so that no one could see. "Oh Arnold, how thy hair is slicked back, how thy manner has changed. These I can take, for you, oh my love. I would do anything for you." She further launched into her poem. "And then, someday, we will live in our small rose cottage with gilded windows and chubby cherubs fluttering about. The waterfall bubbling and murmuring…whispering….the sound…of our love." She sighed dreamily and snapped her book shut. Hopefully no one heard that.
Arnoldo could hear the Pataki girl talking to herself. He perked his ears up slightly. Something about…cherubs? Weird. This girl was in her own little world and she seemed to have strange mood changes too.
The recess bell rang and all the kids stormed out of the classroom except him and Helga. He stood in the doorway, blocking her way out.
"MOVE IT FOOTBALL HEAD!" she yelled.
He shut the door and locked it. "I wanna talk to you."
She paled. "What?! Why the heck would you wanna talk to me, hair boy?!!!!" She was clearly disturbed by this fact.
He walked over to tape recorder and pressed the play button. * click* "The Sicilian Waltz" from The Godfather started playing and Arnoldo held his hand out as an invitation to dance.
Helga stared in disbelief. What the heck was she supposed to do? Her dreams were finally coming true! She hesitantly walked up to Arnoldo and took his hand and they slowly waltzed around the classroom.
"Ya know, you're beautiful with your hair down."
She reddened. "What's it to y-you?"
"Oh, plenty. You see…a man needs a strong family to have power, if you know what I mean."
"Ummmm no…?"
He looked at his watch. "Recess is over. I want you to come to dinner at my father's place with me tomorrow night." He handed her a small piece of paper with the address.
Back at Gino's
Gino hoped the boys in the lower hierarchy couldn't see his nervousness. Arnoldo obviously wasn't going to get comfortable in his temporary position as consigliari, and Gino could tell he had other plans on his mind. He had been asked by Arnoldo to meet him that night at the Ice-cream Stand. He just hoped Arnoldo would keep his word to let him live. But he doubted it. That was why he would need to keep men at the nearby tables just in case.
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