Wow, this story has me going, I'm doing pretty good updating...it's amazing! hehehe, anyway, I know I should be working on A New Partner but I'm in the mood for more stories, and I have to write depressing scenes for A New Partner ...sorry for rambling, just letting you know that I'm still working on the other story.
Anyway, here's the next chapter....

And no, I still don't own HA! Arnold or the Breakfast Club....

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11:56...

Hmmm, hmm, hmm, Wartz hummed as he walked down another corner in the school. Sometimes he just had to walk around, amuse himself. Standing guard over the little brats was a pain in the butt. He just loved to walk around and gets some excercise. It was a perfect school to do so too, because of how big it was. He probably should head back soon though, he never knew what trouble the kids were getting themselves into, especially that Thadeus kid...

Wartz walked back down the hall he had come from and headed back toward the library.

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Gerald, Phoebe, Rhonda, and Curly hurried down the hall and back to the library, keeping an eye out for Wartz. Looking around one last corner they found that they were in the clear. They didn't see or hear Wartz in or near his office. So off they went, as fast as they could to get back to the library. As soon as they were all inside, Gerald shut the door quietly and got back in his desk.

Where's Arnold and Helga? Pheobe asked worriedly as she settled down in her chair.

I don't know, but I hope they hurry back soon, Gerald said, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips.

Curly and Rhonda were finally settling down as well when Wartz came through the doors.

Gerald's eyes widened. Aw man, he's gonna kill us when he see's Arnold and Helga aren't here,' Gerald thought, trying to keep an un-guilty face.

Just checking up on you kids- Wartz started and suddenly stopped in midsentece as he noticed two were gone, Where are the other two? he asked angerly.

Gerald's eyes shifted to Phoebe as if trying to come up with a good excuse. Rhonda bit her lower lip and tryed to act like she didn't understand what was going on. Curly was staring hard at his desk, and Phoebe looked back at Gerald.

They both needed to go to the restroom, they just left a couple minutes ago, Phoebe said with a serious expression.

Well, why didn't they tell me where they were going? Wartz demanded.

They were going to tell you but you weren't in your office, and they needed to go real bad, Phoebe said again. Across from Phoebe, Gerald grinned.

Oh...well, okay then. Just let me know when they come back, Wartz said.

We will sir, but it may take awhile for them to find one that's not locked, since I assume most are locked since it's a Saturday, Phoebe said matter-of-factly.

Very well then. By the way, you may eat the lunch you brought now, with that Wartz walked back out the door and across to his office

Gerald waited for Wartz to leave until he got up and sat down next to Phoebe. He grinned, That was great Phoebe, you had such a straight face!

Yeah, I'll have to admit, that was pretty good, Rhonda said honestly smiling.

Curly grinned, Good job.

Phoebe blushed, Thanks. But it won't help for long if they don't come back soon.

Rhonda frowned behind them, That's very true.

I don't know what to do, we can't risk going out there again, Gerald said as he ran his hand through his thick hair.

Don't worry, Wartz'll forget about them, he'll be gone soon, Curly spoke up.

What'd you mean? Gerald asked, turning around in his chair. Phoebe and Rhonda followed suit.

I've had detention many-a-time, Curly said chuckling and putting his hands behind his head, Wartz always becomes restless and walks around the halls. Even after he comes back to check on us, he usually leaves again.

Well, that will maybe give a chance to find Helga and Arnold soon, Phoebe said thinking.

I still don't understand why they're still gone, you'd think they'd of given up searching by now... Rhonda mused.

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Will you please quit kickin' me football head, Helga chuckled as Arnold's foot hit her leg again.

Arnold said, a blush forming on his face. He couldn't get in a comfortable postion. He supposed he had slight claustrophobia, he coudn't be cramped up in a small space for too long.

POP!

Arnold jumped, What was that? he said through the muggy darkness to Helga.

That would be me popping my gum. Jeez Arnoldo, you sure are jumpy, Helga said.

Arnold said again. Sorry? Is that all you can say? Jeez you're a loser,' Arnold scolded himself. Why can't you be more like Gerald....a smooth talker, not a spaz....wait....am I really trying to atract her to me???? What's come over you?...you like Lila remember....don't you?' Arnold sighed to himself, the truth was, their date hadn't gone that well. She seemed off-beat...snobbish...like he was just someone to have fun with, not someone to build a relationship with. Not that he would know what that was like. Ever since junior high, all he could remember was following her around like a love-sick puppy. Bowing to her every whim. Never giving another girl a chance to get to know him. Wishing, praying that she'd ask him out. Now after their first date, he was confused. He had told Gerald otherwise, he wanted Gerald to think he was cool, that he could get the girl he wanted. But sometimes, things didn't turn out the way they seemed. Now he was locked in a janitor's closet with someone he knew vaguely. Someone, that deep down, he wanted to get to know. Because following one girl for too long would only let you know that type of girl....not others. Maybe being locked in here could be a good thing....who knew? He had followed her out here for reasons unknown, he just wanted to go where she went, that had to mean something, didn't it?

Helga popped her gum again. Arnold shifted his leg once more, careful not to hit Helga.

So, Helga, what classes are you taking this year? Arnold asked suddenly, startling Helga out of her starry-eyed state.

Oh, I'm taking all our normal classes, you know, History, Math, Chemistry. But I'm also taking advanced English, French III, Poetry III, and Creative writing II.

Wow, I take it you're a pretty good writer, Arnold said in awe, he himself wasn't as talented in that field.

Helga smiled to herself and her voice perked up, Yeah, all I've ever wanted to be was a writer. My teachers think I have the potential, so I figured I'd take classes and go for it.

That's cool, many people aren't as cultured for our age, Arnold said in awe again.

Helga said blushing.

Silence filled the closet again.

Talk to me more, please? Make conversation or something...I really like you, I really like talking to you,' Helga thought as she looked through the darkness to Arnold.

C'mon Arnold, talk to her...you want to, you need to, you may only have this chance once...things happen for a reason...Grandpa always used to say that,' Arnold thought to himself as he tryed to say something to Helga. He looked up at her through the darkness. As his eyes continued to get used to the darkness, he noticed her eyes staring back.

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This is getting rediculous, we need to go find them, Gerald finally said, sighing and getting up from his chair.

I don't know Gerald, I mean, what if Principal Wartz is still in his office, Phoebe said, looking up at Gerald from her seat next to him.

He's not, Curly's voice spoke up randomly again, I heard him leave awhile ago.

Wow, you must have some damn good hearing, I didn't hear a thing, Gerald said.

No, you were just flirting the whole time and not paying attention, Curly said seriously.

Gerald grinned through the blush on his face, Phoebe blushed as well.

Rhonda snickered and pointed her thumb back at Curly, I'm liking this guy.

Behind her, Curly smiled.

I like you too, Curly said, sniffing Rhonda's hair.

Not in that way you freak, Rhonda said disgusted, and leaned in closer to the table.

Gerald laughed.

Well, I for one think that maybe they really don't want to be found. If they really wanted to come back, they would of, Rhonda said matter-of-factly.

I'd have to agree with her Gerald, no one's forcing them to stay out there, they'll come back when they're ready, Phoebe said, resting a hand on Gerald's arm.

Gerald sat back down in his seat next to Phoebe and pulled a brown paper bag out of his backpack. Yeah, I guess your right. Well, anyway, Wartz said we could eat now and I'm starved.

Same here, Curly chimed in, reaching into his bag as well. The rest took out their lunches.

It was 12:30.
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Well, there's the next chapter...I can't wait to write the next one...definetly more Helga/Arnold romance...yes! Anyway, what did ya think of this chapter? Not very exciting I must apologize....sorry, I'll be starting the next chapter soon...bye for now! ;^)