(Original Authors Notes)

Notes: To PopStarOE: You know what? That psychic thing could work in a fic, but this fic takes place after almost everything in the series.

To Professor: Quote, "Oh, and I also think you're a great writer, so don't ever say otherwise. I just hate it when people put themselves down." That's funny…I sort of have admirers. When I e-mail people about their fics or artwork when I think it's the greatest thing since sliced bread, they think its crap, and I will not have it. You're saying you like this fic? Like Gerald says, "Whatever you say." I am amazed.

To Jae: The "Fu-" thing, remember the story is...well, now it's pretty much done. I'll just post chapters over time. What's written is written.

Everyone else: Yes, chapters aren't big at all, but they look bigger in a Word document with a Times New Roman 12 pt. font. When I post them here, I'll admit, they are as small as anything length wise. It will get better though. Keep reading!

I must say, after four reviews on the first chapter, then almost nothing on the second, I thought no one was paying attention to this fic. But it seems to be catching people and making them read. And you all say for me to check out your fics. Call my nuts, but I wanna go through all 54 pages of HA! fics at fanfiction dot net for my site. It may take me years, but think of the material and great stories – adventures if you will, that I'd find. I'll uncover fanfics that have been dormant for years!

This chapter…I guess is intro, or filler. Very boring in my opinion.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold!, nor a holding account in the Cayman Islands, so quit bugging me:P

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Arnold and I went downstairs to "grab the grub" so to speak. As we entered the dining room I recognized all the crazy eccentric boarders. There was Phil, Ernie, Mr. Hyunh, and dirt bag in my opinion, Oskar with wife Suzie sitting around the dining room table.

"Everyone, this is Arnold's little friend Stephen and he'll be joining us for dinner." Grandpa introduced.

"Well, actually," I said as I sat down, "I may be staying longer than you think. I was wondering if you could, I dunno, rent me a room for a while, until I get myself settled in this town."

"Aren't you a little young to be living on your own?" Ernie said.

"Yes, this city is very big." Mr. Hyunh added.

"I dunno," Phil said with his hand on his chin, "this happened a while ago with Arnold's little friend with the big hair. I rented him a room for a while and he couldn't handle the responsibility. And what about money?"

"Oh come on Grandpa, he's just a kid." Arnold pleaded. "He could just stay with me in my room, I don't mind, plus he could do chores around the boarding house."

I nodded in agreement.

"Well, okay. As long as you pull your own weight, I say welcome aboard!" Phil confirmed.

I breathed a sigh a relief. "Thanks Arnold, you're a good guy."

"No problem Steve, happy I could help."

Seconds later, Arnold's loveable yet loonie Grandma came in with a big cowboy hat on, carrying along with her a giant pizza.

"Yeee-haaa!" she belted, "Gather round the chuck wagon yall, took me all day to wrestle this beast to the ground."

She walked around and put the pizza slices on everyone's plate, but no one touched it.

"Pookie, I thought we were having pizza." Phil inquired.

"We are cowboy, it's pizza 'on the range' style."

What lay on the pizza weren't traditional toppings. It looked to me like every animal that lived 'on the range' was now sliced up into little toppings on my pizza. I could have sworn I saw bits of antelope antlers on there.

"Ugh," I was on the verge of being sick," Arnold, I think I just lost my appetite."

"Yeah, me too. Grandpa, can we be excused?"

"I think we can all be excused." he replied.

"Can I have your pizza slices, aheh-heh-heh-heh?" Oskar asked.

"Go nuts." I said, giving him the slices.

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Later on, after eating some real pizza thanks to Phil getting some delivered, Arnold and I were getting ready for bed.

"I hope the couch is okay." the football head asked.

"Ah, it's fine." I said sitting on it. "Thanks a lot Arnold, doing this for me and all. I mean you practically let a person you don't even know into your house and sleep in your room."

"See, I don't see it like that. I personally think I have a sixth sense about people, and I can tell if…well, if you're a 'scum bag' or not."

We both laughed.

Arnold was getting in his bed. "So it's gonna be your first day at a new school tomorrow."

"Yeah, I guess it is."

"You nervous?"

"A little, but I make friends easily. I can't wait to see the gang."

"Wait…how do you know them?"

"Uh, I mean…where I come from we say things like that. 'Going to see the gang' and whatnot."

"I see. Good night then, Stephen." he said as he turned off the lights.

"Nite Arnold," I said, "thanks again."

I didn't sleep a wink that night. Even though I was in a place I loved, I couldn't shake a lingering feeling deep down in the pit of my stomach. How was I going to get back home? I couldn't live in this place forever; I needed to somehow find a way back home before it was too late.