Okay, I get it now! I have to UPLOAD everything! I'm so slow! Um, just to clear up a few things:
1) Yes, I am Pointy Objects, I'd like to change my name back to PO, but I don't know how
2) I'm sorry Rachel West, I don't know how to get people to not have to sign in to review (because before, I hated signing in just to comment on a story)
3) Gwynn, yes, the beginning is VERY vague, I never know how exactly to begin a story. I promise, either chapter 3 or four will dig deeper into their "relationship"
4) AriesFaeries (did I spell it right?) Yes, I love Newtype! My friend Katie got me interested in them!!!
5) BellaMay76, I like putting the characters in different living situations, plus I've always wanted to go to Japan! Thank you for noticing!
6) FROZENsun, Thank you so much! I always get scared that I'm making Helga too nice or Arnold not nice enough or just screwing up their personalities!
7) DarthRoden! My first reviewer!!!! Thank you so much! I'm very glad to be here, and your instructions were very helpful (not to mention following ALL the directions!)
I understand it's a little soon to be putting up the next chapter, but 1) I've got nothing else to do 2) I could use something to distract me 3) I won't get any sleep tonight if I don't. Okay, this one's called…"Familiar Rooms?". Enjoy!!!!
"Wakie-wakie eggs and bake-e!!!!!", Arnold said, a little too cheerfully.
"Olga I don't want anymore eggs and bacon…", Helga muttered out of her sleep.
"Oh stop it, I know you're faking!", Arnold said, snatching the jacket off her almost bare shoulders.
"Are we…"
"Yes, we are in Brooklyn, now get up."
Helga stood, the cracking escaping from her knees and hips, shadowed only by the obscene…noises coming from her curled back and outstretched hands.
"That is overwhelmingly gross." Arnold said, a look of nausea painted on his face.
"To you," Helga said, continuing the intriguing ritual. "To some the intricate of the body and dexterity of how it functions is quite…Hey!" Apparently, Arnold was not interested in the intricate or dexterity of anything, and had exited the train, before Helga could finish her philosophy on bone cracking.
Outside of the train, Helga listened with one ear as the chaperone (they were seniors, they didn't need 400 chaperones following them halfway around New York) explained the tedious procedure of boarding the bus that would whisk them away to their hotel. They could walk around, or unpack, or whatever, until 11:30 PM. If the hotel concierge found anyone sneaking in or out of the hotel after that time, they'd be in more than trouble. The bus was big enough for everyone to have a seat to themselves, though some denied the obvious privilege. As soon as the bus took motion, Helga shut her eyes.
"Didn't you sleep enough on the train?", Arnold said turning around in his seat, directly in front of her.
"I'm not sleeping." she said simply, keeping her eyes closed.
"Well, what may I ask are you doing?"
"Sigh. I want everything to be new. If I were to open my eyes I'd see every theater, every club, every store window. And when I decide to go out later, nothing will be new."
"Makes sense." Arnold said, turning back around, just in time for the bus to stop at the hotel.
The hotel was called "Ethan Hall Inn". Who Ethan Hall was, or why he was important enough to have an inn named after him no one knew, but what they did know was that the hotel was gorgeous. Even the outside was beautiful, with a fountain and the most wonderful shrubs in lovely intertwining shapes. The pillars were carved with such mastery, it would have given the Romans a run for their money. From outside the lobby windows were stained glass and hand-painted.
"Wanna go find someplace to eat?", Gerald said, breaking Arnold's artistic concentration with his unsatisfied hunger.
"Sure why not,", he said, only just then realizing that he would have to walk everywhere, for the remainder of his vacation. It wasn't such a bad thing though, the streets were lined with stores, clubs, museums, everything. The city itself was literal eye candy.
Helga and Phoebe, on the other hand, were so utterly amazed with the hotel, they decided to go out later that night and spent the most of the day in the hotel. The lobby of the hotel was almost as magnificent as the outside. A large, glittering chandelier shivered as the door opened, making it sparkle and twinkle over the lobby occupants. Below was a large sitting area (often used for hosting formal business luncheons) near the elevator, fully furnished with large leather chairs and couches, accented by the cherry-stained coffee tables between each. Helga, bewildered as a young child in a toy store, walked alongside Phoebe to the check in counter and received a key to her room: 313, floor 3 room 13. Phoebe's room was on the same floor, but was different, evidently.
The elevator was empty except for themselves, and an older woman with a tiny Scottish Terrier in tow. Exiting the elevator, Helga and Phoebe parted ways in the enormous hallway.
"I'll go unpack, and we'll meet up in your room, and think of…something, okay?"
"Cool."
Despite graduating near the top of her class, it took her a while to open the door. The key looked more like a credit card and had to be slipped in the slot, pulled out quickly, and the door opened. After finally getting inside the room, Helga decide to scope out the surroundings. In the forefront of the room to the left was a door. In side was a small walk in closet, with a few hangers already spaced perfectly apart. The bathroom door was further back to the right. There was a ceramic tub and a large vanity mirror that literally took up the entire wall. In the central "living" area, there was a queen-sized bed with a nightstand to the side. Helga dropped her bags at the door and leaped on the bed. After living her life on a too-small twin sized bed, it was nice to have a humungous bed all to her self. She suddenly remembered her plans to meet Phoebe and sat up straight on the bed. She immediately threw her bags (without unpacking) into the very back of the closet and ran out of the door.
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"What is that, your third taco? Haven't you had enough?", Arnold said, ready to leave the outdoor eatery.
"Look, here's how I see it," Gerald said, a mouthful of taco and Pepsi. "I haven't eaten since about five this morning, our time. Five in the morning our time is eight in the morning here, right?"
"Right.", Arnold said actually interested in Gerald's eating philosophy.
"So, it's about two in the afternoon here, which is eleven in the morning our time.", he said, in conclusion to his philosophical encyclopedia of modernized food consumption.
"So?", Arnold said expecting a little more than a lesson in the time zones of The United States.
"So, I'm clearly 3 hours overdue for lunch!", Gerald said, as though stating the obvious.
Evidently, Arnold had expected a little more. But that was their "relationship". Arnold, once the blind optimist now older, wiser and putting less of the world's problems on his shoulders and often letting the problems trickle down an let others get themselves out of whatever crazy situation they'd weaved themselves into. And Gerald, Arnold's right brain, often having to snap him back into reality. Yes they certainly were an odd couple, and somehow managed to keep other in track. Gerald learned to trust people more, and Arnold not to trust everyone.
After one more taco (Gerald was very persuasive) they began to head back to the hotel. On the way back, Arnold and Gerald passed by a large theater with "West Side Story" in bright, florescent lights, that could be seen from far away. He remembered the play from 6th grade, and figured it would be better to see it live than from Mr. Turner's classroom. Gerald also found a store that caught his eye. Unusual as it was, the store that captured his attention was a clothing store. Now, Gerald was all up for style, but the store was no regular clothing store. This was a formal dress store, the kinds that make all their profit during homecoming and prom season.
"What are you looking in there for?" Arnold asked. Gerald wasn't the tux and tie type. (A/N: Try saying that twenty-two times fast!)
"I figured we could get dressed up and take the girl's someplace nice.", Gerald said.
"Um, Gerald, the term "girl's" is plural, and only one of us has one.", Arnold said. It was true. Arnold's last girlfriend was the beginning of Junior year. Her name was Gina, some gigantic mountain of a girl whose dad was in the military, meaning she moved around a lot. A week before she moved to Wisconsin, they broke up. Not she with him, or vice-versa, they just decided to. Neither of them seemed to mind. She moved away, he moved on.
"Oh c'mon, this is Brooklyn, the city of-"
"What is Brooklyn the city of?", Arnold interrupted.
"The city, of…we'll find out later.", Gerald said, brushing aside the subject." Point is, I will not rest until I find you somebody to take, wherever, okay?"
"Whatever.", Arnold said, sighing. He wasn't exactly interested in getting fixed up. He was just happy to be single and on vacation.
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"I'll see you tomorrow morning Phoebe.", Helga said, exiting Phoebe's room.
"Bye. See you tomorrow.", Phoebe said, closing the door as Helga head towards the her room. She was, after all, just around the corner. Helga had less of a hard time opening the door this time. She and Phoebe decided in the end not to go out, they'd be there for a while and had plenty of time to take in the sites. They stayed in Phoebe's hotel room, ordered room service and watched T.V. It was only 9:39 PM, but Helga was still tired. She figured, she'd better get a good night's sleep if she was going to go off adventuring the next morning. She lingered on the bed for a few minutes before heading off to the shower to bathe. She ran a brush through her sopping wet hair and sat on the edge of the humongous bed. After about 15 minutes, she turned off the light, and buried herself under the burgundy covers of the hotel bed. That is until…
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Nope, no more! That's all you get for now! It's 11:54 PM and I have a report in FIRST period tomorrow!!!!! EEEEPPPP!!!!! Goodnight, and review!