Valentine's Day II: My Hair Was Down
Well, here we are once again...didn't you miss me? Well, its chappie four, now. Review time!
A-Leng-Well, I guess they are out of character...I'm trying to make Arnold goofier and more desperate than he's been over a girl, though, okay? The Gerald thing...I'll work on it, okay?
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Now, after so long with you lawyers surfing around, trying to make easy cash off of little kids who are fans of big shows, you really ought to know that nobody here owns/created/is part of the crew of HA! Well?
"Roses are red. Dirt is brown. Please be my valentine, or else I'll frown. PS-I've never written poetry before"-Ben-Walk Two Moons (Love that book!)
Why Not
Bring!
Every child between the ages of 6 and 12 were let out of the so-called prison for a two day parole, otherwise known as, to most kids, "Weekend! Friday is over! Celebrate!" (Isn't that what it seems like?)
Also, the main gossip on the bus home was obviously, what was written all over the school. Two certain people were happy with the outcome of it. A certain person was bound to have seen the certain things, and she was hopefully call a certain person's phone number and make a date for a certain dance.
"Gerald, do you really think that this will work?"
Gerald looked over to his football headed, kilt wearing, slightly desperate, yet patient, best friend, otherwise known as Arnold. Gerald sat back and had an urge to roll his eyes. Well, it was a small urge. "Look, man, you've asked me that every two minutes so far today. Every kid who knows how to read saw those posters, okay? On Tuesday, Cecile will be going to the V-Day dance with you, okay?"
Arnold nodded quickly and looked out of the window. Sure, he'd never been this gaga over any girl...not even Summer, and she kissed him on the head. He wasn't even this desperate when he first met her. He guessed that it was just the suspense and mystery of which the person must be that got him into thinking hard. So, what, he could be dense to some things, but he knew his heart. He couldn't help thinking that he had met this person before, but then he kept thinking, "No, she's so much different from any girl that I know of".
While you are thinking, "are you sure?"
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Helga practically ran home so that she could have enough time. She wanted this done as soon as he got there. First, though, she had to find his phone number. After that was done, she opened her closet, pushed past the camouflage of the outfits she would never wear, and opened the small area where she kept all of her important things. (Namely, they were anything related to Arnold.)
She pushed away a year's worth of books, pictures, mini shrines, and old math books (don't ask) to finally reach the one thing he would need to prove who she had pretended to be.
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"Hi, Grandpa, I'll be down for dinner when I'm done with my homework!" Arnold rushed up the stairs, stopping briefly to greet his grandfather, and then rushed up to his bedroom in the new attic. The old attic was next to his. A little door in the wall of his room would lead you to it. Anyway...
He plopped his notebook on his desk and opened it to the page where he had started his essay on the most important memories he had. He could think of a few, but he decided not to use the one that had unfolded recently. As he was about to begin, he heard the phone ring.
Instinctively, he dived for the telephone, and automatically blurted, "Cecile?"
He heard a sigh on the other side of the phone. "Ugh, Arnold would you forget about that long enough to tell me what that essay was supposed to be about? Boy, howdy, you are obsessed with this, aren't you?"
Arnold leaned back in his chair, slightly disappointed, but not too much. "Sure, Sid. We were supposed to write about our fondest memory."
"Ah, okay, gotcha. Thanks a lot, Arnold."
"No problem."
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
Helga flopped onto her bed and hung up. Busy. "Criminy! Now I don't know if I can do it!"
All of a sudden, that busy signal brought her to the reality of what she was about to do. She was about to set a date with Arnold! What was she supposed to do? How could she tell him? Last year she just showed up. It would be so hard to keep a straight voice while speaking to him now! Besides, after all of this time, Arnold couldn't even figure out whom it truly was that went to Chez Paris with him! Why should she go as Cecile again?
Then, a little voice in the back of her head said, "Why not?"
Helga rolled her eyes at her own morality. She wasn't ready to tell Arnold that they could go on a date (in public) to the dance.
Oh, come on, you love the boy! Why can't you tell him? He doesn't even know that its you yet! Plus, it could be a perfect opportunity.
Fine! I'll call! Man!
She clutched the phone took a deep breath, and in her French accent, she said, "Oh, Arnold, I do hope this works."
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As soon as he sat down the phone, he heard it ring. This time, he was careful not to blurt out Cecile. Instead, he yelped, "Hello?"
He heard a deep, almost trembling voice. Then he heard the person at the other end say, "Arnold? I saw your fly-"
He jumped up and said very happily, "Cecile?"
Helga smiled. He bought it. "Yes, Arnold, it's me." She pulled on the sleeve of her shirt. "So, how have you, uh, been this past year?"
Arnold hadn't thought that it would be this difficult talking to her again. "Uh, well, I've been fine! A lot of stuff has been going on, too. Maybe, well..."
"Maybe, um, we could talk about stuff during, uh..."
"At, maybe, the Valentine's Dance on Tuesday?"
Helga grasped the phone cord and thought that she might even loose the connection if she didn't hang up soon. "Yeah, uh, heh, heh, sure. So, when should I be at your house?"
Arnold lifted one of his eyebrows. "I thought I could go over to your house, Cecile."
Helga's eyes suddenly grew in fear of that. "NO! I mean, Arnold, no, okay, I don't want you to know until I tell you, okay?"
"Why can't you just tell me now?"
"Because you won't believe me! Listen, Arnold, I-I cannot tell you until the fourteenth, all right?"
Arnold really wanted to know now, but he could wit. "Sure, Cecile. Uh, I guess that I'll see you on Tuesday, then, okay?"
Helga twisted the cord slowly around her finger. "Yeah, um, sure, Arnold. Au revoiar (A/N: I need spelling, okay?), Arnold."
Two people hung up, stayed calm for two seconds, and then smiled. One jumped up and down, the other just gave a great sigh and plopped down on his bed.
He had the whole weekend to write an essay about reading his parent's journal. He had right now to wallow in his own joy.
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"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! I did it! I made a date with Arnold! I just have to find a dress like Cecile's in a bigger size, and I'm in free!"
Helga was tangled up in the clothing in her closet. Her dancing around was not helping her get to the other side of the closet.
"Oh, once again to meet my love in the romance of Valentine's Day night! Best of all, he still has no idea who I am! Wait until I show him, then he will have to like Cecile even more! I mean, so what he still doesn't know me that much, he still knows that I'm not always a jerk. Oh, I can't wait!"
After a moment of sitting at her shrine and inspecting her old Cecile dress, she decided that for the first time in her life, she had to go the mall and actually but dressy clothing.
She still had her doubts, but she was to excited to acknowledge them just yet. She'd work on them later.
After all, instead of asking why, that little voice in her head kept telling her "why not?"
So...is this still good? I hope so. I need more reviews, people! I know its a little early...but I like encouragement! So, tell me your thoughts on it, any of them, criticizing is welcome, but I hate flames, okay? So, check out my others, while you're at it. Anyway, see you!
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