Right now, Phoebe, Arnold and Gerald were working on their project on
Cigarette smoking for Health class. Well, Arnold anyway. Phoebe too, if
Gerald would stop whispering sweet nothings in her ear, causing her to
giggle every now and then.
"Guys, stop already! The project is due next week and we better finish this on time or else I'll do you good, Gerald," Arnold threatened. He ran his fingers through his thick, wavy, blonde hair and sighed. Arnold was no doubt one of the hottest guys in school. He knew that and had become somewhat smug about it, but hadn't let it get to his slightly football shaped head. He was still the sweet, goody-goody but now, at 17, he'd let people do what they wanted to, without him giving away advices like they were for free. He grew pretty tall too, a full 6 feet, which was surprising since he was the shortest kid in elementary.
"And this project was for me and Phoebe only, what are you doing here anyway?" "Hey man, chill out," Gerald said smoothly. He gently tickled Phoebe under the chin, and she let out a little squeal. Both her and Gerald had become a sort-of item in school. Gerald no longer had that tall tower of hair and was in face slightly taller than Arnold, at 6'2, and VERY popular among the females too. Phoebe on the other hand, petite at barely 5'2 was quite pretty. Her black raven hair grew till her shoulders and she still wore those glasses that gave her a smart, sophisticated look.
"So Phoebe, we're still on for Saturday night, right?" Gerald drawled. Arnold rolled his eyes as he applied some glue to a picture of two lungs, one healthy, and the other damaged from cigarette smoke. Gerald, couldn't have found a better girl then Phoebe, he admitted, but they really needed to finish this.
Before Phoebe could reply, the phone rang. "Better answer that, Gerald," Phoebe smiled, and picked up the phone next to her. "Hello?"
"Phoebe? It's me Bob Pataki, Olga's dad," Bob's voice sounded on the other line. "You busy?"
"Mr. Pataki! How are you? No, I'm not really busy at all, is there soemthing wrong?" Phoebe found it strange for Mr. Pataki to call her, since he never had. Both Arnold and Gerald looked up from whatever they were doing at the mention of Big Bob's voice. "Yeah yeah, I'm great. Listen, I'm all tied up and I need you to pick Helga up from the Hillwood Train Station (couldn't think of some other name) immediately and-"
"Helga's here?! At Hillwood?! Oh my gosh this is wonderful news! She never told me-" Arnold raised up an eyebrow at Helga's name. "Phoebe, you think you can come pick her up? I'm running a little late"
. "Oh, Mr. Pataki, I'd love to but, I- well- see"
"Great, thanks Phoebe!" Bob said.
"But Mr. Pata-"
He had hung up. "Guys Helga's coming! Oh my gosh, I can't believe it! She didn't even tell me! This is so exciting! Oh wow, I can't belie-"
"Wait a second, is this the same Helga Pataki? The bully? She's coming back after all these years?" Gerald asked incredulously. He never really liked Helga (duh).
"Yes, Gerald, but Mr. Pataki wouldn't even let me finish. Both my parents have the car, how will I go get her?".
"It's ok, Phoebe, I'll drive you there," Arnold said smiling. He, for some reason, wasn't too excited about seeing Helga again. She'd just call him football head and push him around. Even though he always knew there was more to the little girl with the unibrow and huge pink bow, than the outer bully she let everybody see, he never really knew what made her so mean. And after she left for Vermont, he soon stopped caring. He had other stuff to occupy his mind with, especially with Lila, during freshman year. Oh no. I don't want to think about THAT ever again...
"Thanks Arnold, you're ever so sweet, " Phoebe exhaled a relieved sigh.
"No probs, Phoebe," Arnold smiled. "What are friends for?"
"Hey, if I had a car, Phoebe honey, I would drive you all over town. We'd go places you've never seen," Gerald said, winking at Phoebe.
"Oh Gerald," Phoebe giggled again.
"C'mon Guys we better go get Helga," Arnold got up and brushed the dust from the back of his jeans with his hands.
"Helga. Man was she ugly. I wonder if she's the same with that caterpillah for an eyebrow, or skin and bones or.." Gerald trailed off, laughing.
"Cut it out Gerald. She wasn't ugly. Maybe not pretty, but definitely not ugly. In fact, I've seen some sides of her you guys would rarely see. She isn't all that mean-spirited," Arnold said, somewhat defensively.
"Calm down man, I was just stating a fact. Anyhow, who cares how she looks? I bet Phoebe has a picture of her, since she nad Helga wrote to each other. Right Phoebe honey?" Gerald asked.
"Actually Gerald, I do," she turned around to get the picture of Helga from her closet. Then midway to the closet she stopped. She turned around and looked directly at Arnold, a smile playing at her lips. "Actually guys, I'd rather you see her for yourself".
"If you say so Phoebe honey," Gerald said, getting up and putting an arm around her shoudler, leading her out the kitchen where they were doing the project."Coming Arnold?"
"Yeah, let's go,". Why did Phoebe smile at me like that? Oh well. Whatever...
"Guys, stop already! The project is due next week and we better finish this on time or else I'll do you good, Gerald," Arnold threatened. He ran his fingers through his thick, wavy, blonde hair and sighed. Arnold was no doubt one of the hottest guys in school. He knew that and had become somewhat smug about it, but hadn't let it get to his slightly football shaped head. He was still the sweet, goody-goody but now, at 17, he'd let people do what they wanted to, without him giving away advices like they were for free. He grew pretty tall too, a full 6 feet, which was surprising since he was the shortest kid in elementary.
"And this project was for me and Phoebe only, what are you doing here anyway?" "Hey man, chill out," Gerald said smoothly. He gently tickled Phoebe under the chin, and she let out a little squeal. Both her and Gerald had become a sort-of item in school. Gerald no longer had that tall tower of hair and was in face slightly taller than Arnold, at 6'2, and VERY popular among the females too. Phoebe on the other hand, petite at barely 5'2 was quite pretty. Her black raven hair grew till her shoulders and she still wore those glasses that gave her a smart, sophisticated look.
"So Phoebe, we're still on for Saturday night, right?" Gerald drawled. Arnold rolled his eyes as he applied some glue to a picture of two lungs, one healthy, and the other damaged from cigarette smoke. Gerald, couldn't have found a better girl then Phoebe, he admitted, but they really needed to finish this.
Before Phoebe could reply, the phone rang. "Better answer that, Gerald," Phoebe smiled, and picked up the phone next to her. "Hello?"
"Phoebe? It's me Bob Pataki, Olga's dad," Bob's voice sounded on the other line. "You busy?"
"Mr. Pataki! How are you? No, I'm not really busy at all, is there soemthing wrong?" Phoebe found it strange for Mr. Pataki to call her, since he never had. Both Arnold and Gerald looked up from whatever they were doing at the mention of Big Bob's voice. "Yeah yeah, I'm great. Listen, I'm all tied up and I need you to pick Helga up from the Hillwood Train Station (couldn't think of some other name) immediately and-"
"Helga's here?! At Hillwood?! Oh my gosh this is wonderful news! She never told me-" Arnold raised up an eyebrow at Helga's name. "Phoebe, you think you can come pick her up? I'm running a little late"
. "Oh, Mr. Pataki, I'd love to but, I- well- see"
"Great, thanks Phoebe!" Bob said.
"But Mr. Pata-"
He had hung up. "Guys Helga's coming! Oh my gosh, I can't believe it! She didn't even tell me! This is so exciting! Oh wow, I can't belie-"
"Wait a second, is this the same Helga Pataki? The bully? She's coming back after all these years?" Gerald asked incredulously. He never really liked Helga (duh).
"Yes, Gerald, but Mr. Pataki wouldn't even let me finish. Both my parents have the car, how will I go get her?".
"It's ok, Phoebe, I'll drive you there," Arnold said smiling. He, for some reason, wasn't too excited about seeing Helga again. She'd just call him football head and push him around. Even though he always knew there was more to the little girl with the unibrow and huge pink bow, than the outer bully she let everybody see, he never really knew what made her so mean. And after she left for Vermont, he soon stopped caring. He had other stuff to occupy his mind with, especially with Lila, during freshman year. Oh no. I don't want to think about THAT ever again...
"Thanks Arnold, you're ever so sweet, " Phoebe exhaled a relieved sigh.
"No probs, Phoebe," Arnold smiled. "What are friends for?"
"Hey, if I had a car, Phoebe honey, I would drive you all over town. We'd go places you've never seen," Gerald said, winking at Phoebe.
"Oh Gerald," Phoebe giggled again.
"C'mon Guys we better go get Helga," Arnold got up and brushed the dust from the back of his jeans with his hands.
"Helga. Man was she ugly. I wonder if she's the same with that caterpillah for an eyebrow, or skin and bones or.." Gerald trailed off, laughing.
"Cut it out Gerald. She wasn't ugly. Maybe not pretty, but definitely not ugly. In fact, I've seen some sides of her you guys would rarely see. She isn't all that mean-spirited," Arnold said, somewhat defensively.
"Calm down man, I was just stating a fact. Anyhow, who cares how she looks? I bet Phoebe has a picture of her, since she nad Helga wrote to each other. Right Phoebe honey?" Gerald asked.
"Actually Gerald, I do," she turned around to get the picture of Helga from her closet. Then midway to the closet she stopped. She turned around and looked directly at Arnold, a smile playing at her lips. "Actually guys, I'd rather you see her for yourself".
"If you say so Phoebe honey," Gerald said, getting up and putting an arm around her shoudler, leading her out the kitchen where they were doing the project."Coming Arnold?"
"Yeah, let's go,". Why did Phoebe smile at me like that? Oh well. Whatever...