This story is really fun to write! And I still don't own Hey Arnold, or else this would be an episode or something of the sort. *grins* And, I would do Alana's voice! And I would make Krystle, Helga's cousin from my fan-fic Ghost Town, be a real character voiced by my friend, and Arnold would have a crush on her, and Helga would want to beat the stuffing out of her, and (run! Run for your life! I'm going into a ramble! Ahh!)... blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Alana smiled, and did a once over on herself. "Perfect. Lani Ol' girl, you look absolutely perfect! Well, maybe not perfect, but I look good. Good enough for spending a day with grandparents I've never met." she said, patting her hair. She was dressed in a white blouse with small fringes around the edges of the sleeves, a pink and purple plaid skirt like the one she wore the day before, a tiny blue (kinda doesn't fit) on the top of her head, and her black tennis shoes (yes, basically the same outfit as yesterday, except with one bow and with a blouse instead). Her hair was just down.
"Alana! We're leaving, hurry up please!" she heard her mom call, and she smiled. She straitened her bow, then dashed out the door, quickly shutting the light off on her way out the door.
"Coming mom!" she shouted as she ran down the stairs. 'Just don't trip.' she thought, almost stepping on a her skate board that she left next to the door. "How'd that get in front of the door?!" she cried as she jumped over it and out the door, almost falling down the steps in the process. She jumped in the car, buckled her seat belt, and leaned forward. "Ok, who did it?" she asked her parents who just gave her a confused look.
"Who did what, Lani?" her mom asked, and Alana say back, still panting heavily.
"Oh, actually, never mind, I think it was just the dog." she said, running her fingers through her hair to fix it. Her mom and dad gave each other confused looks, shrugged, and her dad started the car.
They drove down the road, and turned down Vine Street. Alana watched as large houses and other buildings whizzed by, thinking about different things. But what she was thinking about most was where she had heard the name Arnold before. 'Where on earth have I heard it that it wasn't my grandpa on my mom's side's name? Maybe I heard it on tv. That must be it. But I feel like as if the person named Arnold is someone I should know... or have heard of from my parents...' she thought, frowning.
Her dad pulled the car over, and stopped it. Alana jumped out of her thoughts, and looked around. "Oh, we're here?" she said, and stepped out. She looked up at the house in front of her. An old brick house with a skylight. "Cool house!"
She trotted up to the door, with her parents close behind. She knocked on it, and heard a voice call, "I'll get it!" the voice sounded strangely familiar. She heard footsteps coming from behind the door, then the door opened up, and there stood... "Arnold!?"
"Alana?!"
"What are you doing here?!"
"It's my house! Why are you here?"
"I'm here with my parents to visit my grandparents." she said, motioning to her parents, who were standing there, staring down at Arnold. Arnold looked up at them, and gasped, his eyes growing wider. Alana looked at him strangely, then up at her parents, who had happy but yet shocked looks on there faces.
"Arnold." Alana's dad said, and Arnold just stood there, staring at Alana's parents. Alana looked at Arnold then her parents again. She thought that she heard about an Arnold before, and now she was absolutely positive about it. And the Arnold that made her think about that name, was the one she thought he was. She shook her head, trying to get her thoughts to make sense.
"..." Arnold just stood there, completely still, until Alana's mom bent down so she was eye to eye with him. 'They look just like the picture of my parents I have... could they be...?' he thought, and finally found his voice again. "Mom? Dad?" he almost whispered, and Alana stared at him full of shock.
Stella smiled, and wrapped her arms around Arnold, who gladly wrapped his arms around her neck. "Oh Arnold, I'm sorry we weren't here for you. But we're back." she said, pulling away, and holding his shoulders. He blinked, and smiled even wider, if that was possible. Right now, he was so happy, he felt like he wouldn't ever stop smiling.
"It's ok, as long as you're back now I'm happy!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around his mom's neck again. She pulled away, and stood up, backing away a little. He turned to his dad, and walked forward a little. "Why didn't you guys come back sooner?" he asked, as his dad bent down, hugged him, and stood back up normal.
"We would have, but our plane crashed, and we couldn't find another one. We finally did find another one, but that was not too long ago." Miles said, and Arnold slowly nodded his head. Finally, Alana spoke up.
"You mean Arnold is my big brother!?" she exclaimed, with her hands resting on her head, and her eyes wide. Arnold looked at her, then at Miles and Stella with about the same look.
Stella smiled again. "Yes, Alana, Arnold is your older brother." she said, making the two kids look at each other smiling.
"Wow! I always thought I was an only child! And I always wished I had a brother or sister! And here I have a brother!" Alana exclaimed, walking towards Arnold, then turning to her parents, frowning. "I would like to go inside, if we're having a whole family reunion or something. I don't want to look all silly in front of EVERYONE on the sidewalk. Come on, Arnold, let's go inside." she said, grabbing her brother's hand, and dragging him inside. "I have to call Helga!" she exclaimed when they got inside. Arnold nodded his head, and walked to the phone, picking it up.
"And I need to call Gerald! Do you want to call first, Alana?" he asked, offering the phone to her. She shook her head and her hands.
"No, you go first, you've known Gerald longer than I've known Helga."
"Ok, thanks." he said as he dialed Gerald's number excitedly. Miles and Stella walked into the other room to see Phil and Gertie. Arnold waited for an answer.
"Hello?" he heard Gerald's voice answer on the other end.
"Gerald, guess what!?" he asked, his voice completely overtaken with excitement.
"What is it man? Did Helga move or something?"
Arnold rolled his eyes, groaning. "No Gerald, nothing like that!" he shouted, and sat down on a nearby couch, sure he would fall over if he didn't sit down to say this. "My parents are back!!"
"Wow, that's cool man! Yeah, that's way better than Helga moving away! When did they come back?"
"Today, and do you know what else?!"
"What?"
"I have a little sister!!"
"Oh, that's too bad. Sorry, man."
"No, Gerald, you know me, I've always wanted a sibling! And you know that fourth grader, Alana, Helga brought to the baseball game yesterday?"
"You mean she's your little sister!? Man, I knew she batted like you, but your sister? Well, if someone is to have a younger sibling, someone would want to have one that's only one year younger than them. But I warn you, you might not always get along with her!"
"Yes, I know Gerald, but I've gotta go, she wants to call Helga and tell her."
"See ya man. Have fun!"
"Yeah, bye." he hung up the phone, smiling, and motioning to it, looking at Alana. "Your turn. Sister. Wow, that is so weird be able to call someone that." he said, backing up a bit, and watching Alana dial Helga's number. There was a small pause, then Arnold saw Alana smile.
"Hello?" Alana heard Helga's voice on the other end of the phone line answer, making her smile wide.
"Hi Helga! I'm at my grandparents house, and guess what?"
"What?"
"No, you have to guess."
"... I have no clue."
"Come on, can't you think of something?"
"No."
"Come on, you can do it. Something you thought would never happen, and something I thought would never happen."
"Crimany! You're not going to tell me unless I give you at least one guess, are you?"
"No."
"Ok, fine then. Let me see... hmm... give me another clue."
"No way!"
"Fine! Ok... you found out where you heard the name Arnold before."
"Wow, you're good. And can you guess where and how I found out?"
"Come on, just tell me, I don't got all day!"
"The Arnold in your class IS MY BROTHER!!"
"..."
"Shocking, isn't it?" Alana asked, then heard a thump come from the phone. She gave it a confused look, then held it up to her ear. "Helga? Helga? You there? Are you alright!? Helga!!?" she looked up at Arnold, who was giving her a confused look. "I think she fainted." she said as she hung up the phone.
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I know, horrible chapter. The next one will be better, I promise! And if I break that promise, I'll go jump in my cat's litter box.