Authors note** I was continuing my story of Hey Arnold! The Jr High
years/Miss Popularity, but I didn't receive a SINGLE review! I will
continue it, but for the moment it is on hold. I had the idea for this fic
while watching "Chocolate Turltes"...you'll see! R/R if you likes, or no
more story for you! (I'm the story nazi! MUHWAHAHAAHAHA!)
THE LONG ROAD HOME
" Man,. I can't believe you are going to ask her to prom!" Gerald sighed as he shot a no net basket directly over Arnold's head. " She's kinda young, isn't she?"
"Well, yeah, but I mean, do you have any other bright ideas? And besides, we've been on a couple of dates. It's not like we are total strangers, you know." He smiled smugly as he stole the ball from Gerald.
" Arnold Arnold, Arnold.." he muttered under his breath as he tried to block his shot. " You are hopeless when it comes to women. You know that isn't who you REALLY want to ask to prom. Just do it, my man, and put yourself out of your misery!"
"Well despite what YOU think, Gerald, I do NOT want to ask who you think I do, plus-" he paused as he shot, missed, and rebounded. "-she already has a boyfriend.."
Gerald could hear the tension in his voice as he spat the last word out like a bad taste. He knew it totally got under Arnold's skin that he finally found his dream girl, only to have her fall for someone else. That seemed to be the story of Arnold's life, though.
"They aren't really serious yet, you know that," Gerald answered carefully, hooking a foul line shot before plopping down on the bench. "Game point, my friend,"
Arnold ran his hands roughly through his straw colored hair. It was cut slightly shorter than his younger years, but it was every bit as unruly. His clear green eyes shone against his sun kissed skin in the early fading light. He plopped down unceremoniously next to Gerald, grabbing his gatorade and taking a huge swig.
" Anyways, I'm going to call her when I get home," Arnold shrugged, panting to catch his breath. " It's pretty much just as friends, and she knows that. She won't get all weird."
"Only cuz' she's a playa like her brother," Gerald grinned evilly.
"Oh, yeah.. What a renowned player. Someone who's been dating their soulmate since the fifth grade is a major pimp daddy indeed," Arnold answered dryly.
Gerald blushed. His brown eyes glittered in the sunset as he stretched his long lanky body and tried to work out the aches and pains of an intense one- on-one game of b-ball. His hair was shorter as well, but still puffy. More like his brother Jamie-O's hair looked at the same age as 17. His build was slim tall and slightly muscular. Arnold was jut slightly more built then his best friend, mostly from taking over most of the maintenance of the boarding house as Grandpa got up there in years. Although Miles and Stella had been found when he was 10, they both worked full time in the Hillwood Medical Research Lab, and were gone long hours.
" Well-that's besides the point," Gerald finally answered, getting up off the bench slowly. "Want me to ask her for you?"
"Ask who what?" came a high, girly voice from behind them.
Gerald whirled around . " What areYOU doing here?" he asked impertinantley.
" To know what you and Arnold are talking about," She asked teasingly. She smiled, a true smile that reaches all the way to her greenish hazel eyes. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she leaned forward a bit to tie her shoe lace, revealing just a hint of golden brown cleavage under her white v neck tee and skin tight blue jean capris. Her long russet colored hi lights shone against her raven colored curls.
" Oh, hi there, " Arnold smiled slightly as his gaze met hers. "I've been meaning to talk to you,"
"About prom?" the girl asked boldly.
"Yeah-how'd you" he stopped shortly. "Uh, yeah, well anyways, you goin?"
"Can't. Just a freshman, ya know," she pouted slightly.
" Well if you aren't already taken, wanna go? Just as friends, of course."
"Of course, just as friends,. I do have a rep to uphold. Alright, I'll talk to my mom and dad to make sure, and hit ya back with my dress color." The girl smiled with a look of satisfaction.
" Okay, sounds good. Call me whenever, let me know," Arnold finished, not looking at all like a young man who just made a date for prom. It was more like a doctor's appointment from his demeanor.
"Gotta run, talk to you later, Gerald," Arnold waved as he slung his gym bag over his shoulder, walking off in the direction of the boarding house.
'Bye Timberely!" he called, more as an after thought.
**Whoo HOO ! A little cliffy for ya all! Let me know what you think!
THE LONG ROAD HOME
" Man,. I can't believe you are going to ask her to prom!" Gerald sighed as he shot a no net basket directly over Arnold's head. " She's kinda young, isn't she?"
"Well, yeah, but I mean, do you have any other bright ideas? And besides, we've been on a couple of dates. It's not like we are total strangers, you know." He smiled smugly as he stole the ball from Gerald.
" Arnold Arnold, Arnold.." he muttered under his breath as he tried to block his shot. " You are hopeless when it comes to women. You know that isn't who you REALLY want to ask to prom. Just do it, my man, and put yourself out of your misery!"
"Well despite what YOU think, Gerald, I do NOT want to ask who you think I do, plus-" he paused as he shot, missed, and rebounded. "-she already has a boyfriend.."
Gerald could hear the tension in his voice as he spat the last word out like a bad taste. He knew it totally got under Arnold's skin that he finally found his dream girl, only to have her fall for someone else. That seemed to be the story of Arnold's life, though.
"They aren't really serious yet, you know that," Gerald answered carefully, hooking a foul line shot before plopping down on the bench. "Game point, my friend,"
Arnold ran his hands roughly through his straw colored hair. It was cut slightly shorter than his younger years, but it was every bit as unruly. His clear green eyes shone against his sun kissed skin in the early fading light. He plopped down unceremoniously next to Gerald, grabbing his gatorade and taking a huge swig.
" Anyways, I'm going to call her when I get home," Arnold shrugged, panting to catch his breath. " It's pretty much just as friends, and she knows that. She won't get all weird."
"Only cuz' she's a playa like her brother," Gerald grinned evilly.
"Oh, yeah.. What a renowned player. Someone who's been dating their soulmate since the fifth grade is a major pimp daddy indeed," Arnold answered dryly.
Gerald blushed. His brown eyes glittered in the sunset as he stretched his long lanky body and tried to work out the aches and pains of an intense one- on-one game of b-ball. His hair was shorter as well, but still puffy. More like his brother Jamie-O's hair looked at the same age as 17. His build was slim tall and slightly muscular. Arnold was jut slightly more built then his best friend, mostly from taking over most of the maintenance of the boarding house as Grandpa got up there in years. Although Miles and Stella had been found when he was 10, they both worked full time in the Hillwood Medical Research Lab, and were gone long hours.
" Well-that's besides the point," Gerald finally answered, getting up off the bench slowly. "Want me to ask her for you?"
"Ask who what?" came a high, girly voice from behind them.
Gerald whirled around . " What areYOU doing here?" he asked impertinantley.
" To know what you and Arnold are talking about," She asked teasingly. She smiled, a true smile that reaches all the way to her greenish hazel eyes. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she leaned forward a bit to tie her shoe lace, revealing just a hint of golden brown cleavage under her white v neck tee and skin tight blue jean capris. Her long russet colored hi lights shone against her raven colored curls.
" Oh, hi there, " Arnold smiled slightly as his gaze met hers. "I've been meaning to talk to you,"
"About prom?" the girl asked boldly.
"Yeah-how'd you" he stopped shortly. "Uh, yeah, well anyways, you goin?"
"Can't. Just a freshman, ya know," she pouted slightly.
" Well if you aren't already taken, wanna go? Just as friends, of course."
"Of course, just as friends,. I do have a rep to uphold. Alright, I'll talk to my mom and dad to make sure, and hit ya back with my dress color." The girl smiled with a look of satisfaction.
" Okay, sounds good. Call me whenever, let me know," Arnold finished, not looking at all like a young man who just made a date for prom. It was more like a doctor's appointment from his demeanor.
"Gotta run, talk to you later, Gerald," Arnold waved as he slung his gym bag over his shoulder, walking off in the direction of the boarding house.
'Bye Timberely!" he called, more as an after thought.
**Whoo HOO ! A little cliffy for ya all! Let me know what you think!