A LOVE REALIZED
Disclaimer: Every single character in this story belongs to me. I profit from them, and I claim sole ownership. I charge Nickelodeon a fee of $8,000 per episode, and $6,000 for show repeats. Yeah there all mine! Aw crap, my pants are on fire again. Fine these characters do not belong to me, and Nickelodeon doesn't pay me a thing. There I told the truth, now put the fire out. Put it out! Wait what are you going to do with that thing. Mommieeeeeeeeeeeeeee.........Darn that Nickelodeon.
Author's Note: I'm glad you guys enjoyed the first chapter. I'm the type of gal who likes to write stories that will surprise. So are you surprised??? So enjoy. T.T.F.N.
P.S. My ego is feeling a little neglected, so please review, and I promise it'll be back to normal in no time. I also wanted to clarify that I misspelled Harold's name in the last chapter, but it's corrected in this story though. So without further ado, let the story begin.
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Harold looked in the large oval mirror, and eyed the tailored outfit that he wore. He had never been the kind of man who wore many suits. So quite naturally he felt a little out of place. He chose to wear a tailored three- piece suit, with a very eloquent silk tie. His shoes were polished and neat, and he couldn't help but marvel at how good he looked.
Tonight was a special night for Harold, because he had a very important announcement to make to the love of his life.
Helga G. Pataki.
He could recall the first time that he realized that he was falling in love with her. It wasn't at their formal Valentine's Day Dance. It wasn't even when they had their first ever boy/ girl party. It was the time when Sid on his bike, came and announced that Helga was going to Rhonda's girls only makeover party. He had said that she was actually dressed like a girl. So the boys who weren't invited decided to go and crash their party. He had to admit that he was pretty curious to see what she looked like all made up.
However things didn't go as they planned. As a matter of fact they had to run for their lives, because those crazy broads had started to chase them. Everyone had got away, that is all besides Harold. They had caught him, and aimed to make at least one of the party crashers pay, and so they did. They held on to Harold, and put all of this strange make up and girly stuff on his face.
He tried to get away, but no matter what he did nothing worked. Then he suddenly caught himself stealing glances at Helga, wondering how she looked before all the goop was plastered on her face. Every since then he had formed a strange longing to be with the skinny girl with pigtails.
He reasoned that he was attracted to her was because they were so much alike. They had both been bullies, and they both like much of the same things. They both liked to play sports, and watch football. She wasn't afraid to get a little dirt under her nails, and most impressive was the fact that she could fix anything almost better than any man. She was his girlfriend, but at the same time she was just one of the guys.
Sure she was still the rough looking tomboy when he had first asked her out, but something unexplainable attracted him to her. So he asked her out, and was surprised that she said yes. Of course the diamond necklace had helped a great deal. He had spent three years and six months saving money to buy the expensive jewelry, but he did so out of love. However, tonight was a special night, and he wanted to prove his love for the woman who held a special place in his heart. For tonight would be a night of revelations. It would be a night of revelations for him, and the love of his life.
Harold checked out his outfit one last time, and he put a small black velvet box in his suit jacket pocket. He gathered his keys off of the table and walked out of the front door. He jumped inside his gold colored Lexus Jeep, and prepared to go pick up Helga. He prepared for the begging of the rest of his life, with the woman that he loved.
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Kind of short I know, but in the next chapter somebody decides to come back. Who will it be, stick around to find out.
Disclaimer: Every single character in this story belongs to me. I profit from them, and I claim sole ownership. I charge Nickelodeon a fee of $8,000 per episode, and $6,000 for show repeats. Yeah there all mine! Aw crap, my pants are on fire again. Fine these characters do not belong to me, and Nickelodeon doesn't pay me a thing. There I told the truth, now put the fire out. Put it out! Wait what are you going to do with that thing. Mommieeeeeeeeeeeeeee.........Darn that Nickelodeon.
Author's Note: I'm glad you guys enjoyed the first chapter. I'm the type of gal who likes to write stories that will surprise. So are you surprised??? So enjoy. T.T.F.N.
P.S. My ego is feeling a little neglected, so please review, and I promise it'll be back to normal in no time. I also wanted to clarify that I misspelled Harold's name in the last chapter, but it's corrected in this story though. So without further ado, let the story begin.
***
Harold looked in the large oval mirror, and eyed the tailored outfit that he wore. He had never been the kind of man who wore many suits. So quite naturally he felt a little out of place. He chose to wear a tailored three- piece suit, with a very eloquent silk tie. His shoes were polished and neat, and he couldn't help but marvel at how good he looked.
Tonight was a special night for Harold, because he had a very important announcement to make to the love of his life.
Helga G. Pataki.
He could recall the first time that he realized that he was falling in love with her. It wasn't at their formal Valentine's Day Dance. It wasn't even when they had their first ever boy/ girl party. It was the time when Sid on his bike, came and announced that Helga was going to Rhonda's girls only makeover party. He had said that she was actually dressed like a girl. So the boys who weren't invited decided to go and crash their party. He had to admit that he was pretty curious to see what she looked like all made up.
However things didn't go as they planned. As a matter of fact they had to run for their lives, because those crazy broads had started to chase them. Everyone had got away, that is all besides Harold. They had caught him, and aimed to make at least one of the party crashers pay, and so they did. They held on to Harold, and put all of this strange make up and girly stuff on his face.
He tried to get away, but no matter what he did nothing worked. Then he suddenly caught himself stealing glances at Helga, wondering how she looked before all the goop was plastered on her face. Every since then he had formed a strange longing to be with the skinny girl with pigtails.
He reasoned that he was attracted to her was because they were so much alike. They had both been bullies, and they both like much of the same things. They both liked to play sports, and watch football. She wasn't afraid to get a little dirt under her nails, and most impressive was the fact that she could fix anything almost better than any man. She was his girlfriend, but at the same time she was just one of the guys.
Sure she was still the rough looking tomboy when he had first asked her out, but something unexplainable attracted him to her. So he asked her out, and was surprised that she said yes. Of course the diamond necklace had helped a great deal. He had spent three years and six months saving money to buy the expensive jewelry, but he did so out of love. However, tonight was a special night, and he wanted to prove his love for the woman who held a special place in his heart. For tonight would be a night of revelations. It would be a night of revelations for him, and the love of his life.
Harold checked out his outfit one last time, and he put a small black velvet box in his suit jacket pocket. He gathered his keys off of the table and walked out of the front door. He jumped inside his gold colored Lexus Jeep, and prepared to go pick up Helga. He prepared for the begging of the rest of his life, with the woman that he loved.
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Kind of short I know, but in the next chapter somebody decides to come back. Who will it be, stick around to find out.