Time to do another chapter of this story! Anyway, enjoy!

Curly found himself grumbling to himself after school as he was pacing to himself. He grumbled and muttered as he couldn't keep his mind off of Arnold and Rhonda getting close. The next thing he knew, he started to imagine them... kissing.

He immediately repulsed in disgust as he sat down. He paused as he tapped his foot. Curly snapped his fingers as he decided to use his imagination as he seemed to be setting up an imaginary board. It wasn't until a few moments later as Helga came out as she noticed Curly setting up something... but setting up nothing.

"I know it shouldn't be my business, but what crazy thing are you doing?" Helga asked.

"Oh, I'm just playing some checkers. It helps me keep my mind off certain things." Curly explained.

"Checkers?" Helga raised an eyebrow as she looked down at the sidewalk Curly was staring at. "I don't see checkers... OR a checkerboard."

"Oh, well, that's because I'm playing Checkerless Checkers." Curly said. "I doubt you would understand the game..."

"Me, not understand checkers? Please, I am a checkers champion." Helga scoffed as she sat on the other side of Curly. "Ask me any question involving checkers, and I will gladly answer it."

"Red or black?"

"Huh?"

"Do you want to be red or black?" Curly asked, looking at Helga.

"Oh. Er, Red, please. It sort of matches the color of my heart." Helga said as Curly did a swinging motion with his hands.

Curly paused as he tapped his hand and moved it. "I'm in a bit of a pickle, Helga."

"Tell me something I don't know..." Helga paused as she tapped her fingers... before moving her hand up. "But what's up?"

"Well, you didn't hear anything from me, but the love of my life is looking towards another boy." Curly said.

Helga laughed. "That's nothing new. Rhonda goes out with a lot of boys on dates..."

"Yeah, but I think this one may be permanent. Let's just say she has her eyes peeled on a certain football-headed kid." Curly said as he moved a piece.

Helga's eyes widened. "Really? Th-that's interesting to know..."

"Tell me about it..." Curly groaned. "Worst of all, I have a sneaking suspicion that he might like her like her as well."

Helga moved another "piece" on the ground... as she frowned. "That does quite create a conundrum, doesn't it?"

Helga frowned as she couldn't believe it with her own ears... Arnold and Rhonda, going out together? There was no chance in heck she would allow it to happen! But... Helga sighed as Curly moved another piece. She couldn't just stalk Arnold and Rhonda around and try to ruin their 'dates'. After Arnold discovered her last time when he hung out with Summer, even though he knew now that she meant well, she didn't want to risk herself getting into the line of fire again. Arnold will KNOW that Helga tried to separate them. And so far, she had a good track record of slowly becoming friends with Arnold. She didn't want to ruin that.

"Maybe you can just let it run its course." Helga said as Curly moved another piece.

"Run its course?" Curly asked as Helga moved her piece.

"Yeah. I mean, I'm sure it won't be anything serious. Who knows? Maybe they'll be perfect for each other." Helga paused. "Of course, if I were in your shoes, I would probably try sabotaging any date that these two might have."

Curly paused in thought as Helga gave a small smirk. This was perfect. Let Curly be the one to break up Arnold and Rhonda. Arnold would have no way to trace it back to Helga. All the while, Helga would just decide to relax and wait.

"Hmm... you know, Helga, when you're not being mean, you can be mischievous." Curly smirked as he picked up a piece and started tapping around in four different places. "I just jumped your men, by the way."

Helga frowned. "Ugh, really?"

"Yep, you lost." Curly smirked.

Helga shook her head. "No way, we're doing that game again."

"If you say so." Curly said as he started to smirk to himself. If he could break up Arnold and Rhonda... this would be perfect!

Meanwhile, Arnold and Rhonda were walking back together as Rhonda turned to Arnold, "Thanks for walking me back home, Arnold. I hope it's not a bother."

"On the contrary, Rhonda... I'm more than happy to help you out." Arnold smiled as he unknowingly got closer to Rhonda. "After all, it's the least I can do."

Rhonda paused as she gave a small smile to the football headed boy. For some reason, she could feel her heart fluttering as she sighed happily. Arnold caught it, but decided not to say something. Arnold then smiled as he said, "You know, Rhonda, I think ruby really suits you."

"How can you tell?" Rhonda raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I always notice that your shirts that you always wear... some people may perceive them as red, but I can tell that they're a different shade just be looking at them. For example, you're wearing a cherry-colored shirt. And the shirt you wore yesterday was a garnet-colored shirt." Arnold smiled.

Rhonda could only give a smirk as she said, "Well, Arnold, I always thought you were fashionably good too. I know I've mentioned your attire before, but I think it would be worth mentioning again."

Arnold blushed a bit as he said, "I was thinking about adding a jacket to the attire."

Rhonda paused as she put her hand on her chin. "Hmmm... yes, yes, I think your attire would look better if you wear a jacket... I would have to say, the same color as your shirt?"

Arnold smirked. "Well, I guess we'll have to wait and see now, won't we?"

The two friends just laughed as they continued walking together... but if one looked closer, Arnold's hand would probably unconsciously be holding Rhonda's hand.

With that, I will end the third chapter here! How did you guys like it? Anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks!