Getting Older
Disclaimer: I don't own football's, head's, criminy's or pataki's
"Hey Arnoldo"
"Hey Helga." Arnold stifled a groan. True the years have grown well on her, for as a Pataki, she wasn't made to fail. In appearance or behavior, Helga's act demeaned everything her family stood for, which was success.
However, there was no denying her growing talent or her beauty. There was no stopping her face blossoming into femininity or her poetic talent as a writer; facts advertised on every competition she won and every assignment that was read out loud or every glance she got in the hallway.
But Helga, clearly, wasn't ready to accept defeat. She still clomped down those hallways, her fists pumping and carrying a deeply etched scowl. Now standing before Arnold, she leered with that anger that was specially reserved for him.
"I hear Lila dumped your behind like a garbage truck." She cackled her voice venomous and booming.
He frowned but chewed on his words and decided to smile. "Yea, it was for the best."
She snorted out a laugh "Criminy, nothing gets you down! Huh, footballhead?"
"Life's too short." And Arnold, he had gotten wiser over the years. He reached out and took her hand while she feigned surprise. He leaned in and kissed her fully on the lips.