Okay, here it is and sorry about the delay. And I don't own Hey Arnold! Oh
and I figured if I said the characters' thoughts were written in italics,
maybe they'll show up in italics on the website too?
Gerald looked up from his copy of a sports magazine he had "borrowed" from his older brother Jamie-O. It's not like he'll even notice, Gerald thought to himself. He's always busy with keeping his car nice an' shiny for his new girlfriend.
His eyes rested on Phoebe's back who happened to be sitting right in front of him. It was eighth period Study Hall, the last of the day. Mr. Randolph sat at the front on a huge desk completely covered with a jigsaw puzzle. No one was to make any noise at all or else he or she would have to face his wrath AND the principal's.
Gerlad had been thinking about the whole Arnold/Helga situation for a while now. He knew he had to do something and he had to do it quick. He didn't think he could stand seeing his pal mope first over Lila in their younger years, and now over Helga. And how long must Arnold remain single?
Phoebe was hunched over her chemistry book, studying diligently for her chemistry exam. Gerald smiled affectionately. His Phoebe. Always the smart one, the sane one, the calm one. He wondered again how long had their relationship continued. It was almost the end of the eleventh grade. He couldn't wait for their senior year to come and go bringing the prom with it.
Shaking his head to clear it of daydreams, Gerald rummaged through the backpack on his floor for his notebook. Unable to find one, he tore off a blank corner of Jamie-O's magazine, figuring his brother wouldn't notice. He rummaged again for his pen, but couldn't find it. Frustrated, he picked up the bag and searched for the pen. Dammit, what do I bring to school anyway? he thought. Inside, he found a couple more sports magazines, an old lace from a tennis shoe, a big opened bag of Lays chips and a half-eaten bar of Snickers that looked about a couple of weeks old.
Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he placed the bag back on the floor and searched for something to write with. His eyes rested on a pen that belonged to the girl sitting next to him. The girl had her head burried in her arms, so it was safe to assume she was asleep. The pen however looked like something he wouldn't be caught dead writing with in a million years. It was a bright pink, too bright, all sparkling with tiny stars dotting the body of the pen, and a huge pink feather at the end of the pen. But Gerald was a desparate man in a desparate situation, and what he wanted to tell Phoebe couldn't wait.
Reaching out with his foot, he dragged the pen to where he was sitting and picked up the pen. Before anyone could see him using the pen, he scribbled furiously on the piece of paper. Folding it a couple of time, he lightly kicked Phoebe's chair. Phoebe turned around with an inquisitive look on her face and Gerald tossed the piece of paper, aiming it on Phoebe's desk. It, however, accidentally slipped inside her shirt.
Gerald mouthed a "sorry" to Phoebe, who's glare relaxed into a small smile. She asked Mr. Randolph to let her use the ladies room.
Gerald sighed. It looked like Arnold's love life had to wait till after class. The girl next to him stirred and raised her head to see Gerald fiddling with her pen. "Hey thanks!" she exclaimed happily. "I was wondering where that pen went!"
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"Oh my goodness! Arnold is in love with Helga?" Phoebe cried, her hand frozen on her locker door as she turned to face Gerald.
"Shhh," Gerald said softly.
"Gerald, you are not fooling around, are you? Because what you are telling me means a lot to Helga. This could change everything!" Phoebe exclaimed, lowering her voice a bit.
"Would I lie to you, Phoebe honey?" Gerald said, a look of innocence and hurt spread across his face. He clutched his heart dramatically and Phoebe giggled.
"Of course not, Gerald," Phoebe said. Her face turned serious as she looked intensely into Gerald's face. "But I have to know if what you're saying is really how Arnold feels."
"Well, I know it's definitely how he feels. I mean look at him, Phoebe. The guy is always on cloud nine. He litereally bumps into everybody at times. And he's always day dreaming in class. Plus, he even told me that he's in love with Helga."
"That is truly amazing. Helga will be so happy when she hears this-" Phoebe gushed.
"Wait-a-sec," Gerald intruded. He stopped in his tracks and looked at Phoebe curiously. "Are you telling me that maybe Helga likes him too?"
Phoebe smiled. She launched into a story of how Helga had been incredibly infatuated with her one true love and how she had managed to hide it so well. All the time Gerald was immensely surprised... and happy. When she finally did finish her story, Gerald had an idea.
"Phoebe, maybe you shouldn't tell Helga about how Arnold feels."
"But why Gerald?"
"Because, Phoebe honey," he drawled, pulling Phoebe into his embrace, "It would be better if Arnold tells Helga himself. I'll just give Arnold the extra boost he needs by telling him about Helga, and they'll be the most romantic love-birds in school, I'll guarantee you that." Then with a look at Phoebe, he added, "After us, of course."
PHoebe giggled. This sounded like the perfect plan.
Gerald looked up from his copy of a sports magazine he had "borrowed" from his older brother Jamie-O. It's not like he'll even notice, Gerald thought to himself. He's always busy with keeping his car nice an' shiny for his new girlfriend.
His eyes rested on Phoebe's back who happened to be sitting right in front of him. It was eighth period Study Hall, the last of the day. Mr. Randolph sat at the front on a huge desk completely covered with a jigsaw puzzle. No one was to make any noise at all or else he or she would have to face his wrath AND the principal's.
Gerlad had been thinking about the whole Arnold/Helga situation for a while now. He knew he had to do something and he had to do it quick. He didn't think he could stand seeing his pal mope first over Lila in their younger years, and now over Helga. And how long must Arnold remain single?
Phoebe was hunched over her chemistry book, studying diligently for her chemistry exam. Gerald smiled affectionately. His Phoebe. Always the smart one, the sane one, the calm one. He wondered again how long had their relationship continued. It was almost the end of the eleventh grade. He couldn't wait for their senior year to come and go bringing the prom with it.
Shaking his head to clear it of daydreams, Gerald rummaged through the backpack on his floor for his notebook. Unable to find one, he tore off a blank corner of Jamie-O's magazine, figuring his brother wouldn't notice. He rummaged again for his pen, but couldn't find it. Frustrated, he picked up the bag and searched for the pen. Dammit, what do I bring to school anyway? he thought. Inside, he found a couple more sports magazines, an old lace from a tennis shoe, a big opened bag of Lays chips and a half-eaten bar of Snickers that looked about a couple of weeks old.
Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he placed the bag back on the floor and searched for something to write with. His eyes rested on a pen that belonged to the girl sitting next to him. The girl had her head burried in her arms, so it was safe to assume she was asleep. The pen however looked like something he wouldn't be caught dead writing with in a million years. It was a bright pink, too bright, all sparkling with tiny stars dotting the body of the pen, and a huge pink feather at the end of the pen. But Gerald was a desparate man in a desparate situation, and what he wanted to tell Phoebe couldn't wait.
Reaching out with his foot, he dragged the pen to where he was sitting and picked up the pen. Before anyone could see him using the pen, he scribbled furiously on the piece of paper. Folding it a couple of time, he lightly kicked Phoebe's chair. Phoebe turned around with an inquisitive look on her face and Gerald tossed the piece of paper, aiming it on Phoebe's desk. It, however, accidentally slipped inside her shirt.
Gerald mouthed a "sorry" to Phoebe, who's glare relaxed into a small smile. She asked Mr. Randolph to let her use the ladies room.
Gerald sighed. It looked like Arnold's love life had to wait till after class. The girl next to him stirred and raised her head to see Gerald fiddling with her pen. "Hey thanks!" she exclaimed happily. "I was wondering where that pen went!"
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"Oh my goodness! Arnold is in love with Helga?" Phoebe cried, her hand frozen on her locker door as she turned to face Gerald.
"Shhh," Gerald said softly.
"Gerald, you are not fooling around, are you? Because what you are telling me means a lot to Helga. This could change everything!" Phoebe exclaimed, lowering her voice a bit.
"Would I lie to you, Phoebe honey?" Gerald said, a look of innocence and hurt spread across his face. He clutched his heart dramatically and Phoebe giggled.
"Of course not, Gerald," Phoebe said. Her face turned serious as she looked intensely into Gerald's face. "But I have to know if what you're saying is really how Arnold feels."
"Well, I know it's definitely how he feels. I mean look at him, Phoebe. The guy is always on cloud nine. He litereally bumps into everybody at times. And he's always day dreaming in class. Plus, he even told me that he's in love with Helga."
"That is truly amazing. Helga will be so happy when she hears this-" Phoebe gushed.
"Wait-a-sec," Gerald intruded. He stopped in his tracks and looked at Phoebe curiously. "Are you telling me that maybe Helga likes him too?"
Phoebe smiled. She launched into a story of how Helga had been incredibly infatuated with her one true love and how she had managed to hide it so well. All the time Gerald was immensely surprised... and happy. When she finally did finish her story, Gerald had an idea.
"Phoebe, maybe you shouldn't tell Helga about how Arnold feels."
"But why Gerald?"
"Because, Phoebe honey," he drawled, pulling Phoebe into his embrace, "It would be better if Arnold tells Helga himself. I'll just give Arnold the extra boost he needs by telling him about Helga, and they'll be the most romantic love-birds in school, I'll guarantee you that." Then with a look at Phoebe, he added, "After us, of course."
PHoebe giggled. This sounded like the perfect plan.