Authors Note** I don't usually update this frequently, but with the change
in the weather it's very nice and cozy to sit inside and type while the
leaves change and there's a nip in the air. Thank you to Willy D for the
encouraging review! On with the show!
Shocks and Regrets
Arnold sat at his desk, trying for the third time to write a report on Big Cesaer and other Urban myths for his creative writing class. He had first hand experience with the legendary fish, and many more urban legends for that matter, yet he couldn't put his thoughts into words. He was supposed to also be getting ready for his date with Timberely. She had insisted they go to the movies if they were going to make their plans for prom. He liked Timberely, and she was no doubt very fine, but attraction wasn't everything. She was a female form of Gerald, real suave and laid back, cool and collected. She was, with out a doubt, one of the hottest freshman in PS 218, but he couldn't get past the fact that she was much more like a little sister than any kind of romantic prospect.
The phone rang suddenly, jangling his nerves. He scooped up his cordless with one hand and answered. "Sunset Arms, may I help you?" he muttered nonchalantly.
"Hey," came a dull, nondescript voice at the other end of the line. He immediately recognized his cousin Arnie's voice.
"Oh, hey Arnie. What's up?" he asked distractedly, tossing a baseball in the air with his free hand and catching it.
"Umm, yeah.. I don't have her number anymore, I think Abigail ate it," he droned on precariously. " Do you still have it?"
"Who's number, Arnie?" Arnold asked, exasperated.
"That girl, the real, real pretty one. The one I liked in fourth grade when I visited you."
"Oh, Lila. Sure, its-hold on, okay its"
"No, that's not her name," Arnie interrupted with a low snort. " I said the pretty girl."
" Lila is pretty, Arnie," Arnold interjected, starting to lose his patience. " Who else could you possibly want to call from my school, especially eight years later?"
" Blonde hair, blue eyes, ..uh one eyebrow I think? No, I think she has two now," Arnie replied, more to himself than anyone.
The one eyebrow comment struck Arnold like lightning. It all came together in his mind.
" HELGA?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, that's her name. I work at her dad's country branch of beepers store. I see her sometimes."
" Well, she never mentioned you to me," Arnold sniffed, obviously hurt at the idea of Helga hanging out with his dull cousin Arnie. He smiled coolly. He remembered now that Arnie had dumped Lila for Helga back in the fourth grade, but Helga found Arnie to be repulsive. He must be dreaming if he thought Helga wanted anything to do with him.
" I have her number, all right," Arnold began, " but I don't think she'd like me giving it out to just anyone," he smiled triumphantly.
" I had it before, I just lost it," Arnie answered slowly. " And I have to call her, she left a message earlier that she would go with me,"
"Go with you where?" Arnold asked suspiciously.
"The prom," he answered simply.
"WHAT!??" Arnold dropped the phone, staring at it like it was a venomous snake. He could not believe even for a second that Helga G. Pataki would stoop so low as to date his cousin, especially as he knew how much she disliked his advances. They had discussed this during the precious two weeks they had dated back in the eighth grade.
" I'll play you her message if you don't believe me," Arnie replied as Arnold picked the phone back up.
He heard a soft whirring noise as Arnie's answering machine came to life on the other end of the phone. " This is me, leave a message," first came on the line, then, to Arnold's sheer and utter horror, an angelic voice heard only in his dreams came across the line, sounding less angelic than he remembered, but nonetheless he knew it was her, " Arnie, it;s me, Helga Pataki. I , uh, reconsidered your offer to escort me to my prom. Consider it a date. And try not to screw things up, Boomerang Face," the machine clicked off quietly.
" 423-6810" Arnold blurted impatiently, eager to end the call. "Thanks. Bye" Arnie answered, clicking the phone in his ear
So Helga was going to go with Arnie. Didn't she know how much he still cared about her? No, probably not, as Arnold had given up trying to reach her as they entered high school. They only spoke occasionally, but Arnold could always see the empty look in her eyes, like something was missing. He had always hoped it was him that was missing in her life, but she seemed so unreachable.
That settles it, he thought determinedly. He picked up the forgotten cordless, lying lifeless on his desk.
"Hey, Timb, you ready to go?" he asked a little too eagerly. Let's see how Helga likes it thrown in her face, he thought as he hung up the phone, a grim smile of satisfaction slowly spreading across his face.
***Cliffie! Kinda-Okay so maybe this WILL be a H/A pairing...or maybe not! Many more odd couples to come as Arnie arrives in town over the weekend! Stay tuned and R/R!!
Shocks and Regrets
Arnold sat at his desk, trying for the third time to write a report on Big Cesaer and other Urban myths for his creative writing class. He had first hand experience with the legendary fish, and many more urban legends for that matter, yet he couldn't put his thoughts into words. He was supposed to also be getting ready for his date with Timberely. She had insisted they go to the movies if they were going to make their plans for prom. He liked Timberely, and she was no doubt very fine, but attraction wasn't everything. She was a female form of Gerald, real suave and laid back, cool and collected. She was, with out a doubt, one of the hottest freshman in PS 218, but he couldn't get past the fact that she was much more like a little sister than any kind of romantic prospect.
The phone rang suddenly, jangling his nerves. He scooped up his cordless with one hand and answered. "Sunset Arms, may I help you?" he muttered nonchalantly.
"Hey," came a dull, nondescript voice at the other end of the line. He immediately recognized his cousin Arnie's voice.
"Oh, hey Arnie. What's up?" he asked distractedly, tossing a baseball in the air with his free hand and catching it.
"Umm, yeah.. I don't have her number anymore, I think Abigail ate it," he droned on precariously. " Do you still have it?"
"Who's number, Arnie?" Arnold asked, exasperated.
"That girl, the real, real pretty one. The one I liked in fourth grade when I visited you."
"Oh, Lila. Sure, its-hold on, okay its"
"No, that's not her name," Arnie interrupted with a low snort. " I said the pretty girl."
" Lila is pretty, Arnie," Arnold interjected, starting to lose his patience. " Who else could you possibly want to call from my school, especially eight years later?"
" Blonde hair, blue eyes, ..uh one eyebrow I think? No, I think she has two now," Arnie replied, more to himself than anyone.
The one eyebrow comment struck Arnold like lightning. It all came together in his mind.
" HELGA?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, that's her name. I work at her dad's country branch of beepers store. I see her sometimes."
" Well, she never mentioned you to me," Arnold sniffed, obviously hurt at the idea of Helga hanging out with his dull cousin Arnie. He smiled coolly. He remembered now that Arnie had dumped Lila for Helga back in the fourth grade, but Helga found Arnie to be repulsive. He must be dreaming if he thought Helga wanted anything to do with him.
" I have her number, all right," Arnold began, " but I don't think she'd like me giving it out to just anyone," he smiled triumphantly.
" I had it before, I just lost it," Arnie answered slowly. " And I have to call her, she left a message earlier that she would go with me,"
"Go with you where?" Arnold asked suspiciously.
"The prom," he answered simply.
"WHAT!??" Arnold dropped the phone, staring at it like it was a venomous snake. He could not believe even for a second that Helga G. Pataki would stoop so low as to date his cousin, especially as he knew how much she disliked his advances. They had discussed this during the precious two weeks they had dated back in the eighth grade.
" I'll play you her message if you don't believe me," Arnie replied as Arnold picked the phone back up.
He heard a soft whirring noise as Arnie's answering machine came to life on the other end of the phone. " This is me, leave a message," first came on the line, then, to Arnold's sheer and utter horror, an angelic voice heard only in his dreams came across the line, sounding less angelic than he remembered, but nonetheless he knew it was her, " Arnie, it;s me, Helga Pataki. I , uh, reconsidered your offer to escort me to my prom. Consider it a date. And try not to screw things up, Boomerang Face," the machine clicked off quietly.
" 423-6810" Arnold blurted impatiently, eager to end the call. "Thanks. Bye" Arnie answered, clicking the phone in his ear
So Helga was going to go with Arnie. Didn't she know how much he still cared about her? No, probably not, as Arnold had given up trying to reach her as they entered high school. They only spoke occasionally, but Arnold could always see the empty look in her eyes, like something was missing. He had always hoped it was him that was missing in her life, but she seemed so unreachable.
That settles it, he thought determinedly. He picked up the forgotten cordless, lying lifeless on his desk.
"Hey, Timb, you ready to go?" he asked a little too eagerly. Let's see how Helga likes it thrown in her face, he thought as he hung up the phone, a grim smile of satisfaction slowly spreading across his face.
***Cliffie! Kinda-Okay so maybe this WILL be a H/A pairing...or maybe not! Many more odd couples to come as Arnie arrives in town over the weekend! Stay tuned and R/R!!