A/N: Good day, Hey Arnold lovers. I know the last section was short, but this one is a bit longer. Arnold and Gerald talk, and you will finally receive another piece of the puzzle. Tomorrow. ;)

Scream

"I don't get it, Gerald! What did I do wrong?" Arnold sat up from the custom built couch in his bedroom, and began pacing in circles around on the carpet, while his best friend watched in worry from his bed as his pace increased within seconds.

"You asked Lila Sawyer to homecoming. That's what you did wrong." Gerald responded as he noticed the photo from junior prom last year Arnold had chosen to display on the multiple shelves beside his bed. The whole gang was together in the second long shot. Gerald couldn't help but squint at the image to confirm the fact that his best friend had his arms around both Helga and Lila. Helga was laughing and leaning into Arnold in her pink, puffy dress, and Lila smiled and supported herself by a hand on his shoulder in her green, glittery dress. This dance appeared to be ages ago, but even then, Arnold still had conflicting feelings between Helga and Lila, even when he tried dating that one freshman for a month after prom.

"But I didn't!" Arnold covered his mouth with his fingers rapidly once he realized what information he just accidently released.

That caught Gerald's attention. "What do you mean you didn't?" Gerald resumed his attention back to his best friend, who still had his hands clasped over his mouth, and standing suddenly very still.

"Shit." Arnold finally whispered, and sulked back to his desk, where he slumped into the desk chair.

"Arnold…" Gerald taunted as he reluctantly raised himself from the bed and tiptoed toward the desk. "Why does Rhonda's blog say you asked Lila, when you didn't?"

"I did ask her!" Arnold insisted, spinning his desk chair toward the wall on the other side of the bedroom.

Gerald finally approached Arnold, and placed his hands on both sides of the desk chair before spinning back around to meet him face to face.

"She asked you."

Arnold groaned once more, and avoided Gerald's brown eyes to nod his head slowly in agreement.

"You lied."

Another nod.

"To everyone, including Helga."

Again, nod.

"Why?"

"I can't tell you."

Gerald scoffed as he spun Arnold back to the other side of the wall. "Arnold! We're best friends. You can tell me anything."

Arnold buried his head into his hands once more as he mumbled, "I can't."

"At least tell me what happened."

Arnold did not answer, and just kept his head down.

"Please, Arnold. I won't tell anyone. Just please tell me what's on your mind. I'm supposed to help you with your female problems!"

After a few minutes, Arnold finally raised his head. He turned to meet the gaze of his best friend, who waited in agony for Arnold to speak to him.

With his green eyes growing with tears, Arnold finally opened his mouth.

"You have to promise me. You cannot tell anyone." He whispered, staring straight into Gerald's brown eyes.
Gerald nodded in understanding. "I promise."