I wonder if anyone remembers this story...
Days passed by, and Arnold and Helga became better friends. Both longed to hear those famous three words from the other and were, quite amusingly, unaware of each other's feelings. Even Gerald was in the dark about Arnold's strange behavior in front of Helga, even though he had his suspicions.
Gerald suddenly felt something hard hit his head. He turned around to see Harold, his tank about to burst at the seams from his slightly overweight physique, catching the ball that had bounced off of Gerald's head, pointing at him, laugh and run away. Rubbing his head, Gerald cursed mentally at Harold but decided he'd have his fun with the moron in the locker room. Turning around, he saw Arnold lying on his back on one of the bleachers, staring up at the mess of lights, wires, and iron bars on the ceiling. Occasionally, his chest would visibly rise and fall as if he were sighing.
Gerald sprinted up to Arnold. "Hey man."
"Hey, Gerald."
"Arnold, what's wrong with you, man? Ever since Helga Pataki moved back, you've been acting all... I dunno... all weird and spaced out. You ok?" Gerald asked, slightly concerned.
A tiny smile seemed to form at the corner of his lip. "Ah, Gerald. I don't know how this happened..."
"How what happened?"
"Gerald," Arnold started. He sat up and turned to face his best friend. "You better sit this one down. What I'm about to tell you will shock you greatly. In fact, you might even faint with surprise. Actually, this is so surprising that-"
"You're in love with Helga, aren't you?" Gerald asked simply, his eyes showing the amusement he felt.
Arnold stared at Gerald, shocked. "But how... when?"
"Arnold my man, you know you can't hide stuff like that from me. Or anyone, as a matter of fact. I've seen you drooling over her, sneak-loving gazes at her. You're always on cloud nine, man!" Gerald said, with a little laugh.
"Wow. Did it really show?" Arnold asked, embarrassed.
"Okay, I read your love letter that you had written to Helga. It was inside your history notebook you gave to me in class yesterday. Remember?" At first Arnold's face expressed a look of pure confusion. Then he closed his eyes, remembering the letter. "Oh that one."
"Yeah, that one."
Arnold let out a frustrated sigh. "I just don't understand it, Gerald. I can't even tell her. What if she doesn't love me back? That would really hurt Gerald. I really love her." Arnold took a deep breath. He looked at the basketball court where Curly was trying frantically to get the ball. "She's just simply amazing, Gerald. She looks so tough from the outside. But I know she's much more than that. She's this intelligent, lovely and caring person in that hard shell of a tomboy."
Gerald rolled his eyes in amusement and disgust. His friend sounded too mushy for his liking. He was about to tell him that he'll ask Phoebe to convey Arnold's feelings to Helga, but then stopped himself. If I tell him that, he'd never let me ask Phoebe. And if not that, I'd have to stick around seeing Arnold mope over Helga like that forever! he thought. Yup, he had just decided. He was going to get Arnold the woman he loved.
"Hey Arnold, don't worry man." Gerald put a hand on Arnold's shoulder. Arnold looked up at him and Gerald saw the sorrow and lovesickness in his eyes. It almost scared him. "Things'll get better. I know it will."
"I hope so," Arnold whispered. At the court, Curly was begging Sid to give him the ball. Irritated, Sid tossed the ball to Curly and suddenly, Curly laughed maniacally and ran out the gym into the rain screaming "Mwahahaha, it's mine! All mine!" So much for the game, Gerald thought. Oh well. It was time to go in and change anyway.
As Gerald slipped on his red T-shirt and walked over to the sink to make sure his hair was good, he caught sight of Harold who had walked out of the shower, completely naked. Remembering the little bump Harold gave him on the head with the ball, Gerald picked up a towel lying on the floor, twisted it quickly, snuck up behind Harold, and let the towel snap sharply. Next thing everyone knew, there was a blur of red out the locker room door, and a very naked and very angry Harold screaming obscenities and dressing hurriedly. "I'll pound you Gerald. Just you wait!"
Days passed by, and Arnold and Helga became better friends. Both longed to hear those famous three words from the other and were, quite amusingly, unaware of each other's feelings. Even Gerald was in the dark about Arnold's strange behavior in front of Helga, even though he had his suspicions.
Gerald suddenly felt something hard hit his head. He turned around to see Harold, his tank about to burst at the seams from his slightly overweight physique, catching the ball that had bounced off of Gerald's head, pointing at him, laugh and run away. Rubbing his head, Gerald cursed mentally at Harold but decided he'd have his fun with the moron in the locker room. Turning around, he saw Arnold lying on his back on one of the bleachers, staring up at the mess of lights, wires, and iron bars on the ceiling. Occasionally, his chest would visibly rise and fall as if he were sighing.
Gerald sprinted up to Arnold. "Hey man."
"Hey, Gerald."
"Arnold, what's wrong with you, man? Ever since Helga Pataki moved back, you've been acting all... I dunno... all weird and spaced out. You ok?" Gerald asked, slightly concerned.
A tiny smile seemed to form at the corner of his lip. "Ah, Gerald. I don't know how this happened..."
"How what happened?"
"Gerald," Arnold started. He sat up and turned to face his best friend. "You better sit this one down. What I'm about to tell you will shock you greatly. In fact, you might even faint with surprise. Actually, this is so surprising that-"
"You're in love with Helga, aren't you?" Gerald asked simply, his eyes showing the amusement he felt.
Arnold stared at Gerald, shocked. "But how... when?"
"Arnold my man, you know you can't hide stuff like that from me. Or anyone, as a matter of fact. I've seen you drooling over her, sneak-loving gazes at her. You're always on cloud nine, man!" Gerald said, with a little laugh.
"Wow. Did it really show?" Arnold asked, embarrassed.
"Okay, I read your love letter that you had written to Helga. It was inside your history notebook you gave to me in class yesterday. Remember?" At first Arnold's face expressed a look of pure confusion. Then he closed his eyes, remembering the letter. "Oh that one."
"Yeah, that one."
Arnold let out a frustrated sigh. "I just don't understand it, Gerald. I can't even tell her. What if she doesn't love me back? That would really hurt Gerald. I really love her." Arnold took a deep breath. He looked at the basketball court where Curly was trying frantically to get the ball. "She's just simply amazing, Gerald. She looks so tough from the outside. But I know she's much more than that. She's this intelligent, lovely and caring person in that hard shell of a tomboy."
Gerald rolled his eyes in amusement and disgust. His friend sounded too mushy for his liking. He was about to tell him that he'll ask Phoebe to convey Arnold's feelings to Helga, but then stopped himself. If I tell him that, he'd never let me ask Phoebe. And if not that, I'd have to stick around seeing Arnold mope over Helga like that forever! he thought. Yup, he had just decided. He was going to get Arnold the woman he loved.
"Hey Arnold, don't worry man." Gerald put a hand on Arnold's shoulder. Arnold looked up at him and Gerald saw the sorrow and lovesickness in his eyes. It almost scared him. "Things'll get better. I know it will."
"I hope so," Arnold whispered. At the court, Curly was begging Sid to give him the ball. Irritated, Sid tossed the ball to Curly and suddenly, Curly laughed maniacally and ran out the gym into the rain screaming "Mwahahaha, it's mine! All mine!" So much for the game, Gerald thought. Oh well. It was time to go in and change anyway.
As Gerald slipped on his red T-shirt and walked over to the sink to make sure his hair was good, he caught sight of Harold who had walked out of the shower, completely naked. Remembering the little bump Harold gave him on the head with the ball, Gerald picked up a towel lying on the floor, twisted it quickly, snuck up behind Harold, and let the towel snap sharply. Next thing everyone knew, there was a blur of red out the locker room door, and a very naked and very angry Harold screaming obscenities and dressing hurriedly. "I'll pound you Gerald. Just you wait!"