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Cupid Wears A Pink Ribbon ~Chp 3
"Lila?!" Balked Gerald.
Arnold swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and nodded. He handed his friend the note and Gerald hastily read through it. Laced throughout the tender letter, were vignettes of sheer poetry in which the supposed secret admirer professed her fondness for Arnold. But what shocked Gerald the most was that the mystery girl proclaimed that all the gifts were from her and that she wanted to spend a romantic dinner at Chez Paris with Arnold. Raising a brow, the tall haired boy handed the letter back to his friend.
"This is weird Arnold"
"Weird? How's that Gerald?"
"I mean Lila always saying how she just 'likes you'...but now she's saying 'that she likes you-likes you'!"
"Maybe she finally realized how she really felt about me."
"I'm not so sure Arnold."
"Why?"
"I dunno exactly, but it just doesn't seem right! It's just so…sudden."
"Well, I'm supposed to walk home with her today, so when I see her I'll ask her about it then."
Pensively, Arnold then tucked the note away into the back of his science textbook. He couldn't help but hope that the object of his affections for the past year was the author of the letter. Maybe Gerald was right and Lila wasn't responsible for all the gifts and the Valentine…but what if he wasn't?
Back in the hallways near Mr. Simmons class, Helga and Phoebe combed the area for any trace of the missing valentine. They searched vehemently for it but it was not to be found. Once Phoebe had caught sight of her wristwatch, she reluctantly pointed out to her friend that they had been gone for too long of time and if they nodded to get back to class soon. Helga insisted on continuing their search but Phoebe pleaded with her to give up and return to class so they wouldn't miss the final bell. Crestfallen, Helga consented and they both walked back to class. Slumping back into her chair Helga mentally bemoaned her misfortune. However Phoebe remained calmly focused on doing her best to solve the mystery of the purloined note.
"I don't understand Helga. What could've happened to the letter between lunch and now?"
"I don't know either Phebes! All I remember was that I put it in the back of my notebook at the end of lunch and when I went to go place it in you know who's box, it was gone!"
"That's the last time I saw it as well. But its baffling Helga….you're too careful to misplace the letter between here and there!"
Recalling the previous events of the day Helga racked her mind trying to figure out just how the letter had gotten out of her possession. Then the realization of what had happened hit her. The blaring truth slammed into her brain with the force of a monster freight truck running at 300mph and left her shaken to the core.
"No…No that's not possible" Her voice became barely audible.
"Helga? What is it?"
"Lila has my letter!!"
"But who could she have you're letter Helga?"
"Right before I got to class Lila and I bumped into each other! I must have dropped it and then she picked it up! What am I gonna do? If she's read that letter it's the end of everything!!"
"Try to calm down Helga! We're just going to have to see if she has it and ask for it back. I'm sure she didn't read it! Lila's not one to be rude and read other people's letters."
Internally, Helga emotions raged. Although she figured that Phoebe was more than likely correct in assuming that Lila hadn't read her valentine to Arnold, she still didn't like the fact that it was in the hands of her would be rival. It nauseated her to no end to see her beloved football head fawning over her and even more so to think that Lila had her prized valentine. Once the final bell rang, they parted ways again in search of Lila. Wandering the spot where Lila and Arnold usually met at before they walked home, the pig-tailed blonde caught sight of one of the Lila and dove behind some shrubs nearby. Lila stood waiting for Arnold until he ran up to her with the widest grin imaginable.
"You look ever so happy today Arnold! May I ask what has you in such high sprits?"
"Oh just got a valentine from my secret admirer."
" A secret admirer? That's oh-so wonderful Arnold! But do you have any idea about the identity of you admirer?"
"Ummm...yeah. But Lila there's really no need to be coy.
"Coy? What would I be oh-so coy about Arnold?"
" Listen Lila, I saw you put this valentine explaining all the presents you gotten me as token about how you really feel about me. You don't need to be pretend anymore."
"Oh no!" gasped Helga from behind the hedges.
"But..."
"It's ok you don't have to say anything. We can talk about it later at Chez Paris" Said Arnold, as he cut her sentence short.
Helga used all her strength to try and hold back the tears that stung her eyes. Every part of her being writhed with such extreme pain that begged for catharsis. Every successive word that fell from her darling's lips replayed itself in her tortured mind, each syllable striking an even more tormenting agony that the last. To her, suddenly dropping dead at that very moment would have seemed a welcome godsend. Clenching her head, Helga desperately wish that what she had just overheard wasn't so. All too soon Helga found her inner turmoil threatening to spill over. So she burst from her hiding spot, eager to escape before she totally succumbed to it.
"Outta my Arnoldo!" She hissed as she shoved him aside.
"Helga?"
Hearing Arnold call her voice, Helga picked up speed as the tears began to stain her face. She wasn't about to let either of them she her like this. Upon spotting Phoebe, she started to sprint and ran past her friend without so much as saying a word. Phoebe went after her, unsure but obliviously concerned about her best friend's welfare. Uncertain of what to make of the bully's sudden appearance then disappearance, Arnold stood puzzled.
"I wonder what's with Helga?"
" I'm oh-so afraid that I don't know why Helga is upset. But I see that letter please?' Inquired Lila.
"Sure Lila."
Examining the valentine, Lila stuidiously put all the pieces together. Lila all of a sudden recalled when Helga came to ask her to give up playing the lead in 'Romeo and Juliet'. Lila was reluctant despite Helga's pleas to relinquish the role of Juliet, until Helga came forth and admitted being smitten with Arnold. Since then she been keeping Helga's secret, but perhaps now it was time for the truth to finally be told and by none other by Helga herself!
"I'm oh-so sorry Arnold but this isn't the valentine I sent you."
"It isn't?"
"No it isn't. Take a look into your box and I'm oh-so certain that mine is still there."
So he opened the box up and just as Lila had predicted, there was her valentine.
"So if it wasn't you…who was it?"
"It's from a friend of mine..." She fibbed with an award smile. "She…asked me to try and give it to you…because she is oh-so shy!"
Arnold shoulders sank and his eyes lost that previous spark he had possessed just moments before. Downcast, he turned his gaze away, giving a quiet sigh of discontent. Lila, hated to see him so depressed and so she laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Arnold, just because I don't 'like you-like you' doesn't mean you should be oh-so sad. I mean there is someone out there that thinks the world of you! You should go find her tonight and listen to what she has to say."
"I know…but it still hurts a bit."
" It'll be alright Arnold. After all, we're still the oh-so best of friends, right?"
"True."
"Listen Arnold I must go find my friend and tell that you are coming to meet her at Chez Paris. I'll call you later ok?"
"Ok! Talk to ya later Lila!"
So Lila went off in search of Helga. In the short time that she had known Helga, Lila had on been witness to some of the rare instances where she showed her more kindly side. Lila realized that there was more to Helga Pataki than the bully routine she clung to and was admant on helping her to resolve her delima. However, Arnold, let out another sigh as he leaned against a nearby tree. He was so sure that it was Lila! But now he was back to where he started in regards to the identity of his secret admirer. Still bracing himself against the tree he pondered his predicament until a Gerald's voice broke his train of thought.
"So how'd it go man?"
"I'm not entirely sure. Lila isn't my secret admirer after all, but she said that she knew who it was that wrote me this letter."
Gerald silently considered Arnold revelations while rested his hand on his chin. "Arnold, I've been thinking about this whole thing since the last time we talked…"
"Did you figure out who she is yet?"
"Maybe." The tall haired boy would've simply told Arnold his theory but wanted Arnold to figure it out himself.
"But didn't you're note say that you're supposed to might this girl at Chez Paris?" He hinted.
"Chez Paris…" Mused Arnold.
Suddenly Gerald's last sentence really hit him. Arnold's mind flashed back to last Valentines Day when he let a girl that claimed she liked him-liked him escape without so much as her name! Then it dawned on him…could it be Cecile?
***Since I gotta go to class soon, I'll make this quick…PLEASE R&R!! Thank you and enjoy your day ^__^!! ***
Cupid Wears A Pink Ribbon ~Chp 3
"Lila?!" Balked Gerald.
Arnold swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and nodded. He handed his friend the note and Gerald hastily read through it. Laced throughout the tender letter, were vignettes of sheer poetry in which the supposed secret admirer professed her fondness for Arnold. But what shocked Gerald the most was that the mystery girl proclaimed that all the gifts were from her and that she wanted to spend a romantic dinner at Chez Paris with Arnold. Raising a brow, the tall haired boy handed the letter back to his friend.
"This is weird Arnold"
"Weird? How's that Gerald?"
"I mean Lila always saying how she just 'likes you'...but now she's saying 'that she likes you-likes you'!"
"Maybe she finally realized how she really felt about me."
"I'm not so sure Arnold."
"Why?"
"I dunno exactly, but it just doesn't seem right! It's just so…sudden."
"Well, I'm supposed to walk home with her today, so when I see her I'll ask her about it then."
Pensively, Arnold then tucked the note away into the back of his science textbook. He couldn't help but hope that the object of his affections for the past year was the author of the letter. Maybe Gerald was right and Lila wasn't responsible for all the gifts and the Valentine…but what if he wasn't?
Back in the hallways near Mr. Simmons class, Helga and Phoebe combed the area for any trace of the missing valentine. They searched vehemently for it but it was not to be found. Once Phoebe had caught sight of her wristwatch, she reluctantly pointed out to her friend that they had been gone for too long of time and if they nodded to get back to class soon. Helga insisted on continuing their search but Phoebe pleaded with her to give up and return to class so they wouldn't miss the final bell. Crestfallen, Helga consented and they both walked back to class. Slumping back into her chair Helga mentally bemoaned her misfortune. However Phoebe remained calmly focused on doing her best to solve the mystery of the purloined note.
"I don't understand Helga. What could've happened to the letter between lunch and now?"
"I don't know either Phebes! All I remember was that I put it in the back of my notebook at the end of lunch and when I went to go place it in you know who's box, it was gone!"
"That's the last time I saw it as well. But its baffling Helga….you're too careful to misplace the letter between here and there!"
Recalling the previous events of the day Helga racked her mind trying to figure out just how the letter had gotten out of her possession. Then the realization of what had happened hit her. The blaring truth slammed into her brain with the force of a monster freight truck running at 300mph and left her shaken to the core.
"No…No that's not possible" Her voice became barely audible.
"Helga? What is it?"
"Lila has my letter!!"
"But who could she have you're letter Helga?"
"Right before I got to class Lila and I bumped into each other! I must have dropped it and then she picked it up! What am I gonna do? If she's read that letter it's the end of everything!!"
"Try to calm down Helga! We're just going to have to see if she has it and ask for it back. I'm sure she didn't read it! Lila's not one to be rude and read other people's letters."
Internally, Helga emotions raged. Although she figured that Phoebe was more than likely correct in assuming that Lila hadn't read her valentine to Arnold, she still didn't like the fact that it was in the hands of her would be rival. It nauseated her to no end to see her beloved football head fawning over her and even more so to think that Lila had her prized valentine. Once the final bell rang, they parted ways again in search of Lila. Wandering the spot where Lila and Arnold usually met at before they walked home, the pig-tailed blonde caught sight of one of the Lila and dove behind some shrubs nearby. Lila stood waiting for Arnold until he ran up to her with the widest grin imaginable.
"You look ever so happy today Arnold! May I ask what has you in such high sprits?"
"Oh just got a valentine from my secret admirer."
" A secret admirer? That's oh-so wonderful Arnold! But do you have any idea about the identity of you admirer?"
"Ummm...yeah. But Lila there's really no need to be coy.
"Coy? What would I be oh-so coy about Arnold?"
" Listen Lila, I saw you put this valentine explaining all the presents you gotten me as token about how you really feel about me. You don't need to be pretend anymore."
"Oh no!" gasped Helga from behind the hedges.
"But..."
"It's ok you don't have to say anything. We can talk about it later at Chez Paris" Said Arnold, as he cut her sentence short.
Helga used all her strength to try and hold back the tears that stung her eyes. Every part of her being writhed with such extreme pain that begged for catharsis. Every successive word that fell from her darling's lips replayed itself in her tortured mind, each syllable striking an even more tormenting agony that the last. To her, suddenly dropping dead at that very moment would have seemed a welcome godsend. Clenching her head, Helga desperately wish that what she had just overheard wasn't so. All too soon Helga found her inner turmoil threatening to spill over. So she burst from her hiding spot, eager to escape before she totally succumbed to it.
"Outta my Arnoldo!" She hissed as she shoved him aside.
"Helga?"
Hearing Arnold call her voice, Helga picked up speed as the tears began to stain her face. She wasn't about to let either of them she her like this. Upon spotting Phoebe, she started to sprint and ran past her friend without so much as saying a word. Phoebe went after her, unsure but obliviously concerned about her best friend's welfare. Uncertain of what to make of the bully's sudden appearance then disappearance, Arnold stood puzzled.
"I wonder what's with Helga?"
" I'm oh-so afraid that I don't know why Helga is upset. But I see that letter please?' Inquired Lila.
"Sure Lila."
Examining the valentine, Lila stuidiously put all the pieces together. Lila all of a sudden recalled when Helga came to ask her to give up playing the lead in 'Romeo and Juliet'. Lila was reluctant despite Helga's pleas to relinquish the role of Juliet, until Helga came forth and admitted being smitten with Arnold. Since then she been keeping Helga's secret, but perhaps now it was time for the truth to finally be told and by none other by Helga herself!
"I'm oh-so sorry Arnold but this isn't the valentine I sent you."
"It isn't?"
"No it isn't. Take a look into your box and I'm oh-so certain that mine is still there."
So he opened the box up and just as Lila had predicted, there was her valentine.
"So if it wasn't you…who was it?"
"It's from a friend of mine..." She fibbed with an award smile. "She…asked me to try and give it to you…because she is oh-so shy!"
Arnold shoulders sank and his eyes lost that previous spark he had possessed just moments before. Downcast, he turned his gaze away, giving a quiet sigh of discontent. Lila, hated to see him so depressed and so she laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Arnold, just because I don't 'like you-like you' doesn't mean you should be oh-so sad. I mean there is someone out there that thinks the world of you! You should go find her tonight and listen to what she has to say."
"I know…but it still hurts a bit."
" It'll be alright Arnold. After all, we're still the oh-so best of friends, right?"
"True."
"Listen Arnold I must go find my friend and tell that you are coming to meet her at Chez Paris. I'll call you later ok?"
"Ok! Talk to ya later Lila!"
So Lila went off in search of Helga. In the short time that she had known Helga, Lila had on been witness to some of the rare instances where she showed her more kindly side. Lila realized that there was more to Helga Pataki than the bully routine she clung to and was admant on helping her to resolve her delima. However, Arnold, let out another sigh as he leaned against a nearby tree. He was so sure that it was Lila! But now he was back to where he started in regards to the identity of his secret admirer. Still bracing himself against the tree he pondered his predicament until a Gerald's voice broke his train of thought.
"So how'd it go man?"
"I'm not entirely sure. Lila isn't my secret admirer after all, but she said that she knew who it was that wrote me this letter."
Gerald silently considered Arnold revelations while rested his hand on his chin. "Arnold, I've been thinking about this whole thing since the last time we talked…"
"Did you figure out who she is yet?"
"Maybe." The tall haired boy would've simply told Arnold his theory but wanted Arnold to figure it out himself.
"But didn't you're note say that you're supposed to might this girl at Chez Paris?" He hinted.
"Chez Paris…" Mused Arnold.
Suddenly Gerald's last sentence really hit him. Arnold's mind flashed back to last Valentines Day when he let a girl that claimed she liked him-liked him escape without so much as her name! Then it dawned on him…could it be Cecile?
***Since I gotta go to class soon, I'll make this quick…PLEASE R&R!! Thank you and enjoy your day ^__^!! ***