Passionate

By: Starry Nights

Have you ever felt passionate about something? Something that feels so right to you so complete that you wish it would never end? Well, that how I feel right know except that I know it has to end sometime. There's just something about him that makes me want to throw caution to the wind but I'm not stupid. I feel so…

Guilty.

I had every reason in the world why I should feel this way and none to justify my innocence but what can I say? I'm sure many people would think this is wrong too. Hell, even I think this is wrong in some way. I'm not normally this passionate but that's what guys do. They twist your mind until you can't think about anything without thinking of them first. It happens to everyone and it even happened to me. Of course nothing is wrong with falling in love but you fall in love with someone you're not supposed to then…

"Hi."

"Hi yourself."

"You looked lost in your daydream."

He turned to me and smiled. Boyish grin in tact, I find this grin alluring.  "I was just thinking about you."

I could feel myself turning red. "What are we doing today?"

He stood up and took my hand. "Not sure but at four I have to work on a project with…"

"It doesn't matter. I have to be home around that time anyway, my grandparents are visiting."

He nodded. "So are we still on for tomorrow night?"

I followed him into his house. "I guess so."

In one swift move he pulled down the door that lead to his room and I followed. I'd follow him to the ends of the world if he'd let me but he was too generous for that. As usual soft jazz music played throughout the room. I wanted to run into his arms, kiss him and run my hands through his unruly hair.

I felt like a fool.

But a happy, madly in love fool.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

He smiled and strolled over to me. His green eyes shined under the bright lights of the room. I fell in love all over again.

Ugh, I'm such a sap. I wonder what my best friend would say.

She'd laugh if it were with a different person.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

"Phoebe, Phoebe…to this day you amaze me."

Me? Amaze him? This boy has dozens of female admires. All would probably eradicate meat at this moment. All he has to do is focus his eyes on a girl and they'd be putty in his hands.

Such beauty is rare.

Eww, there I go again.

"Am I making you blush?" his hands caressed my cheek slowly.

Blush? The boy is rendering me speechless but miraculously I manage something. "No."

He laughed. Grinned then stood up. He pulled me to my feet. I guess he was feeling romantic today. His hand caressed my cheek again and I found myself fascinated with the floor.

"Look at me."

I looked.

"I love you."

Total overload of emotion. I wanted to weep, laugh, squeal but I decided on the best course of action…I lunged into his arms. We toppled to the floor and he kissed me. It was perfect. Nothing better that this.

"Oh…my…God!"

Of course, nothing last forever and without moving I knew who it was. "Helga."

Her crystalline blue eyes widened in anger but her face was feigned amusement. "Wow…football-face, I never expected this…this is new…and Phoebe…" her voice drifted, eyes never meeting mine. They stayed glued to Arnold.

He smiled, ever dense, pulled himself off the floor. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way. We were planning to tell everyone."

She tilted her head and turned to me. Her blue eyes cold, unforgiving. "I'm sure you were." She turned away from me and picked up her books which I'm assuming fell to the floor in her shock and addressed all of her attention to Arnold. "Well, I guess we'll work on this tomorrow."

"Are you sure? Phoebe has to go soon anyway."

"No, no, I'm fine. I'm sure Phoebe wouldn't mind anyway." She paused, her back facing me. "Right, Pheebs."

Meekly almost numbly, I mumbled. "No."

"Then it's settled. I'm going." Then in her manner she left without letting anyone say otherwise.

"I need to talk to her."

Arnold was clearly confused. "About what?"

"Girl stuff." I pecked him on the cheek and flew down the stairs.

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She was walking slowly. Either that or she was waiting for me but I highly doubt the latter.

"Helga!"

"I highly suggest," she began without stopping or turning around. "That you leave me alone. There is NOTHING you can POSSIBLY say to me to make this better."

"I didn't mean for this to happen."

She scoffed. "Are you serious? How stupid of me to assume that you meant to hurt me. The point is you did."

"Did you expect me to…?"

"Hide it and be unhappy? What a stupid line! But I'll humor you." she paused and stopped walking. She glared at me. "No, Phoebe, I didn't. I'm not that cruel to you but you were that cruel to me. You lied to me. Why couldn't you tell me? Honestly, how long were y'all going out?"

"A few months."

She laughed bitterly. "Go to hell Phoebe and then Arnold will follow you. Maybe then…I'll be happy."

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This has got to be the WORST day of my life! Oh great, just when I think this day could get any worse, I run into tall hair boy.

"Helga."

"Gerald."

He stopped. "Have you seen Phoebe?"

Despite my anger I laugh. He must not know. "She's at Arnold."

"How do you know?"

I laughed again. I'm sure he thought I was crazy. "I walked in on them."

"Huh? Walked in on them doing what?"

I raised my eyebrow. I know he didn't need a hint.

"Oh…oh…man…wow…those two…man."

"My reaction was more than that."

He fixed his attention on me. "Are you alright?"

"Sure, why wouldn't I be happy about two of my dear friend getting together?"

"Because Phoebe told me about your long withstanding obsess-I mean crush on my best friend."

I sighed. Another reason to knock the shit out of her. "Of course, another reason to knock the sh--"

"Hey, hey, you wouldn't do that." he paused. "Would you?"

I smirked. The idea was nice, however, but I didn't answer his question because…well, I wasn't sure myself. He shifted and turned away from that damn boarding house.

"Let's walk."

"I want to go home."

"So I'll walk you home."

"Sure, why not? I don't have anything else to lose." We started to walk. "What do you think about them?"

"I'm happy. Why?"

"Because Arnold told me about your long withstanding on my best friend."

He frowned but didn't say anything for a few moments then: "The bastard."

I stopped. "A bad word about Arnold! My word, we should be ashamed of ourselves."

He laughed softly. "I'm sure he has his reasons."

"Well, I can't forgive my best friend as easily as you can forgive yours."

"Your best friend isn't Arnold; my man doesn't have a selfish bone in his body."

"Yeah well, I want to know what bullshit excuse he gives you."

"So do I." He mumbled.

We reached my house. I walked up the stairs and turned around.

"Hey!"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

He shrugged. "Sure."

I turned to open my door.

"Hey Helga!"

"Yeah."

"Why were you so nice to me?"

"Kindred."

"Huh?"

I rolled my eyes. "We were on the same boat. Your pain is my pain."

He laughed. "True. G'night."

"G-wait! Don't forget to tell me that bullshit excuse."

"I won't."

"Night."

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A/N:  It's been awhile but here it is. This is for everyone who wanted a Gerald/Helga and Arnold/Phoebe. I wanted to "kill two birds with one stone."(Sorry, it the Gerald/Helga didn't develop more but I found that pairing weird…even for me.) I know all of them are kind of extreme but I'm only working on the ideas you people give me. (For everyone who wanted to know it was only friendship between Curly and Helga) I'm working on the sequel to um, Sheena and Eugene's part next since everyone wanted to know what happened between Arnold and Helga then I'm going to do…one for "The Review Guy" and the next one for Poison Ivory so if you send your suggestion it won't get posted until these three are done unless the majority wants it. Please review. I'm ~*Starry Nights*~ (Comments always accepted.)