Chapter 3! And still only reviews from Serap. I didn't expect to get reviews from anyone else, but could any that's reading this be at least a little kind to a girl who is trying to get someone besides a very, very few people to actually enjoy her work (that gives her a headache). 'Cause, well, I hate to admit this, but without inspiration from someone besides Serap (no offence, don't worry), I get bored of my fan-fics whether they are the most fun things to write in the world or the most boring. SO, TO ANYONE BESIDES SERAP THAT ACTUALLY LIKES THIS, REVIEW OR I WON'T WRITE ANY MORE!!!!!!!!!!!! And that's a threat (j/k)!
No more disclaimers. If you want a disclaimer, read chapter one and two again.
Gerald walked up to the door of Helga's house, gulped, and rung the doorbell. He glanced around, and then the door finally was opened. "Ah, Geraldo, so you're finally here. Good. We were wondering if football head talked ya out of coming." Helga said, as she reached out from behind the door, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him into the tall blue brick building. Once they were inside, Gerald had to look around. He had only been in Helga's house once, and that was that one time that she thought she was dying from that monkey disease (a/n: I can't spell the name of that disease). After a while of Gerald looking around the house, Helga got impatient. "Well, are ya' just going to stand there gawking like an idiot, or are ya' going to play the game with us?" she asked, and Gerald jumped, shocked to hear her voice again.
"Oh, yeah. Of course. Let's go." he said, and Helga lead them upstairs, where the game that was interestingly attracting. When they finally got up into Helga's room, she quickly closed the door, locked it, and turned on the tv. "What on earth are you doing?" Gerald asked raising an eyebrow. Helga gave him a look that would shut up the most talkative chatterbox in the world; he shut up in a split second.
"I don't like my 'parents'," she did the air quotation marks, "Coming in and finding out I bought a Playstation2. If Miriam found out she would just say something like, 'that's nice honey,' but Bob, WHOA, I would be lectured so long I would soon be in a grave with a gravestone that said 'here lies Helga, who died of a terribly long lecture from her father about how her sister would never buy a Playstation2 without her father's permission first.'" she spat, clicking the button behind the machine then the one in front. "Ok, Geraldo, ready to become obsessed?" she asked, turning to Gerald with a smirk. He nodded his head slowly, unsure of whether he should agree or run out the door and down the road to his house.
They had just gotten sat down, when suddenly they heard voices downstairs. Helga paused it, and muted the tv so they could hear better. They walked over to the door, and pressed their ears up against the door. They heard Miriam talking to someone, and they could definitely tell it wasn't Bob, because the voice sounded way too young. Helga's eyes widened, and her mouth formed into a love-sick smile. 'He's in my house on his own free-will!' she thought, drifting into one of her little daydreams. "It's Arnoldo," she said, after shaking herself out of the reverie, realizing that if Gerald saw her, she would be doomed. Gerald's eyes widened.
"Oh man, if he catches me... oh man! I promised him I wouldn't!" Gerald said, backing away from the door after he heard Arnold's footsteps coming up the stairs. He frantically looked around the room, trying to find a place to hide. Helga and Phoebe watched him, in pure shock. They didn't know someone could be so scared of Arnold. Then they heard a knock on the door. "Hide me!" Gerald mouthed, and Helga, seeing as how she moved her shrine, pushed him into the closet and closed the door. "Thank you!"she heard him whisper through the door.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, now shut up before the football head hears ya'!" Helga whispered harshly back, then walked over to the door, unlocked it, and opened it, to see a slightly miffed Arnold standing there. "Hey football head, what brings you here?" she asked, smiling. Arnold raised an eyebrow. Helga smiled on a rare occasion, and he had only seen it once or twice. It was rare, and he was almost take aback. But not quite.
"I was just wondering if you've seen Gerald around. I called his house, and his mom said that he went to your house. Where is he?" he asked, crossing his arms. Helga looked to Phoebe, then back to Arnold with a confused look on her face (although it was completely fake).
"Well, Arnoldo, I haven't seen him since school this morning. So, I guess you'll have to check around some more." she said, and just as Arnold was about to turn and leave, she said, "Hey, while you're here, wanna try playing my game? You could be Clive if you'd like." Helga said, making Arnold look at her quite confused. Helga was offering for him to stay and play on her Playstation2 game, without him giving her anything in return? Well, this was a rarity, and plus, he knew that he didn't get quite as obsessed with games as Gerald did, so he figured he was safe to go ahead and play the game for a little while.
"Well, I guess, but just for a minute." he said, and they all walked over to the three stops that Helga, Gerald, and Phoebe all had been sitting in. Arnold looked at the third seat strangely. "Uh, why do you have three seats out?" he asked, and Helga laughed.
"We had an extra seat out 'cause we figured that Geraldo might show up. We didn't figure you would, because of your ice cold talk with Gerald." she said, and Arnold immediately sent a frown her way. She laughed at his look, sat down, un-muted the tv, un-paused the game, and the game began again.
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Helga laughed, and looked at her football headed love god. Ever since about ten minutes into the game, he had been so caught up in it you'd think if you said anything to him he wouldn't respond for an hour. That's when she realized that Arnold could sometimes get like Gerald. he was more caught up in the game than herself. "Hey football head, don't you think you should call your grandparents and tell them where you are?" she waited for a minute, but al she got was a small 'huh.' She repeated her question, and he looked at her strangely.
"I'll call them later." he said, and turned back to the screen. Helga slightly chuckled, but muffled it with her hand. "What?" Arnold asked, turning his head back to her with an eyebrow raised.
"It's just that you said that a half hour ago, and you still haven't called them, now have you? I think you've become just as obsessed as Phoebe and I am with this game." Helga said, and Arnold laughed. After a few more minutes, they got to a fight that they couldn't beat, and they got off, fighting a reluctant Arnold. Helga and Phoebe said that they were all getting tired and needed to take a break, but Arnold kept saying that he didn't need to take a break. "Come on, Arnoldo, we could always go to www.Filgaia.com." Helga said, laughing. Arnold smiled, and nodded his head.
Suddenly, Gerald fell out of the closet, onto his face. "That's it! I can't stand it any more! It's too stuffing in there!" he exclaimed, and Arnold gave Helga a glare that said 'you-liar!' She smiled, shrugged, and then sat down at the computer with the other four standing behind her. Gerald looked at Arnold, and smirked. "So, wouldn't even call your grandparents to tell them where you were, huh? Worse than me and the King Rules." he snickered, and Arnold shook his head.
"Ok, so, anyone here up for a quiz?" Helga asked, getting all 'yes' answers. "Ok! Let's see, What Wild Arms Series Main Character Are You? Sounds good. Now..." she answered several questions on the thing, and her answer came up. "Huh, I'm Jet, just like I thought." she said, a smile playing across her face. "Ok, football head, your turn." she asked him several questions, and he answered each one. "You're... hee, hee, hee... Virginia." she laughed, and Arnold forced himself to chuckle. 'Ok, Pheebs, your turn." they repeated what her and Arnold had done, and Phoebe's answer came up. "You're... some kind of Rudy guy." (Rudy is from Wild ARMs 1). They did the sequence again for Gerald, and his answer came up. "You're... well, doesn't quite fit you. Quiet and Shy Rudy, like Phoebe." she said, laughing at the huge surprise. Suddenly, they all felt a wave of sleepiness wash over them. Helga yawned, and said, "Hey Pheebs, you getting tired too, or is it just me?" she asked, and then she saw Arnold fall backwards onto the floor, asleep. "Well, by that I can tell I must not be... the... only..." she began, but didn't get to finish because she had drifted to sleep. Soon after, Phoebe fell backwards onto the floor, sleeping like a baby, and the Gerald did likewise. Little did they know where they would wake up...................................................................