Chapter Two The Prom part two
Sue Ellen frantically ran to Fern's table at lunch. She sat down and said nervously,
"Something's wrong! He thinks it's Muffy!"
Fern scoffed and replied, "That's insane. How do you know he thinks that?"
Sue Ellen then said, "Well, I overheard him and Robert discussing the note I left him. Robert said that it was 'obviously Muffy.'"
Fern looked at her friend with a raised eyebrow and shook her head.
"What?" Sue Ellen asked.
"Don't worry. He knows it's you. Trust me." Fern said.
After lunch, Robert was at his locker grabbing books, when Fern approached him.
"I know what you're doing." She said. Robert burst out laughing and asked, "Do you now?"
"I know you're telling Arthur to play dumb." Fern replied with a glare.
"Oh? And what's wrong with that?" Robert asked, raising an eyebrow, and folding his arms in amusement.
"You're hurting Sue Ellen!"
"How?" Robert asked. He knew Fern would lose this argument, for he had an ace up his sleeve.
"Because she's worried about whether or not Arthur will take her to prom!" Fern shouted. How was he not getting this.
Robert plastered a triumphant smirk on his face, as he said, "She played the secret admirer card. She put her self up for even more of that 'will he ask' worrying. I mean, she was probably worried before, but now," He leaned forward and whispered to Fern, "She made it worse."
Fern left, speechless.
English class was Arthur's least favorite this week. He had to write a five page essay on Abraham Lincoln. He also had to work with this British girl, named Kara, who didn't know a darn thing about the sixteenth president of the United States, Abe Lincoln.
Arthur, however knew a lot of the basics; enough to fill two pages, put five? Teamed up with the least historically savvy person in class, Arthur felt like he would scream.
But something else was bugging him too. The note. Robert said it was Sue Ellen, but then he said it was from Muffy. He also said to play dumb to who the real note writer was. The problem? He was confused about who wrote the note! Was it Sue Ellen? Or was it Muffy? What if Robert was wrong on both counts? He needed someone to help him figure this out. Buster? No he'd obviously say it was aliens trying to mess with him. Fern? Maybe. He'd ask her about it later.
At the same time, Sue Ellen was worried. What if Arthur really thought it was Muffy? She could get someone to see who Arthur thought it was, but a girl following Arthur around would be suspicious. Or would it? Sue Ellen looked around. Jade West, a quiet girl with black hair, was really good friends with Arthur. So she could ask him who he thought it was.
'Genius!' Sue Ellen thought.
After class was dismissed, Sue Ellen dashed after Jade.
"Hey Jade!" She greeted.
"Oh. Hi Sue Ellen. What's up?"
"Did Arthur tell you that he got a love note?"
"He kind of told everyone. He even asked if I wrote it." Jade blushed. "To which I said no, of course. But, why are you asking?"
"I want you to see who he thinks wrote the note." Sue Ellen said.
"I can't promise, but I'll see what I can do." Jade walked off to math class.
At the other end of the hall, Arthur approached Fern.
"Hey Fern!" He said.
"Hi Arthur." Fern replied.
"Um, I was wondering if you could help me out with something."
"What?"
"This note." Arthur showed Fern the note. Fern gulped. Hard.
"W-what do you need help with?" She asked.
"I want to know who wrote it. See if you can find out!"
"I-I'll see what I c-can do, Arthur." Fern said, nervously taking the note.
"Kay, see ya later Fern!"
"See ya!" Fern paled. What was she going to do?
-breakline-
When Robert and Arthur had gotten home, Robert couldn't believe his ears.
"You did WHAT?"
"Asked Fern to help find who wrote the note. Why?"
"Arthur! Fern's in with who wrote the note! Besides, I already told you it's Sue Ellen!"
"But then you said it was Muffy!" Arthur said defensively. "I'm confused!"
"You're stupid!" Robert pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed. "Look, I told you it was Muffy to scare Sue Ellen. Did you even catch her walking past?"
"Oh!" Arthur said in realization. "But why would you want to scare her?"
"To show her the worry that comes from playing secret admirer." Robert said with a mischievous grin on his face.
"You are trouble." Arthur said.
"Yeah, but sometimes it helps. Besides, I've never been grounded." Robert smirked.
"Yeah, but just look at D.W. Trouble reigns supreme in this house!"
"Oh my! You're right! Like our baby brother." Robert said mysteriously.
"Benji? (A/N: OC of DarkAngelSnapeLover used with full permission) He's just a baby!" Arthur said.
"Says you of so little knowledge." Robert dashed upstairs.
Arthur shook his head. Suddenly D.W. called him.
"Arthur! Phone for you!"
Arthur dashed to the phone and picked it up. It was Fern on the other line.
"Hello?" Arthur answered.
"Hey Arthur! Um, I'm sorry to tell you this, but the trial ran cold."
'Of course it did.' Arthur thought. "Okay thanks Fern! Bye."
Arthur hung up. The phone rang again, this time it was Kara, needing help with her side of the report.
"Okay! Okay! I'll be right over." Arthur hung up, and grabbed his jacket and backpack. "Mom! Dad! I'm going over Kara's to work on our report! Be back soon!" He shouted and walked out of the door.
-breakline-
"And that's why Abraham Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation." Arthur explained.
"Oh. It makes sense now. And that's why he was assassinated? Cause someone didn't agree with him?"
"Um," Arthur looked in his textbook. "Yeah, something like that."
Suddenly Kara's mom called from downstairs, calling her for dinner.
"I should go." Arthur said.
"No, please stay! My mom makes the best casserole! You have to try it!" Kara begged.
Arthur called his parents, and was able to stay for dinner.
When he was walking back home, Francine approached him.
"Hey, Francine." Arthur greeted.
"Don't 'hey' me Arthur Read." Francine crossed her arms.
"It's seven o'clock. Shouldn't you be at home?" Arthur asked.
"I could ask you the same." Francine seemed to be really mad for some reason.
"Oh, I was working on my English paper with Kara, and she asked me to stay for dinner."
Arthur explained.
"Right." Francine stepped closer towards Arthur, and whispered in a deadly tone, "You better not be thinking about going to the prom with her."
"Okay, one, why would I do that? Two, why are all of you girls interested in who I go to prom with? And third, get a life Francine." Arthur brushed past her and continued walking home.
When Arthur got home, Robert was on the couch, reading Shakespeare, and flicking pop corn into his mouth.
"So, how's the 'report' going." Robert asked.
"It's going fine. Kara just needed help explaining why Abraham Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation. And why he was killed." Arthur replied, setting down his backpack.
"And it took you three hours to explain the Civil War." Robert deadpanned.
"I stayed for dinner. Kara's mom makes lovely casserole." Arthur hung up his jacket.
Robert smirked then shook his head. "We had some, thing, Dad came up with for dinner. I think it was fried Squid."
Arthur plopped down on the couch. "Really."
"Uh Huh."
"Francine stopped me on my way home."
"She did?" Robert raised an eyebrow (A/N: That's my favorite facial expression).
"Yeah, she wondered why I was at Kara's."
"This is worse than I thought!" Robert shouted.
"What is?" Arthur asked, confused.
"They're planning to force you into taking Sue Ellen! Think about it! Did Fern help you with the note?"
"She said the trail 'ran cold'."
"Exactly! Sue Ellen wrote you that note, and now Francine's trying to erase casserole dinners from your brain!"
"Wait, what?" Arthur asked.
"Like, if you took Kara, you'd be over for dinner more often. Y'know what? Never mind. My point is this, they're ganging up to force you into going with Sue Ellen. We have to fight back!"
"Like we need to. I already made up my mind to take Sue Ellen. I don't need help making these decisions. I mean good grief! It's only a stupid dance! One I'm going to just because the school says it's mandatory!" Arthur stormed upstairs.
"You show 'em Arthur!" Robert went back to reading. "My man."
When Arthur reached his room, he slammed the door. "UGH! Why do people care about me!?"
"That's an, ironic question." David, Arthur's dad, had come up to see what was wrong with Arthur. He sat down at the foot of Arthur's bed. "How would you feel if people didn't care about you?"
"I'd want them to care. But Dad, everyone seems interested in who I take to prom! I don't even want to go!"
"Then why are you going?"
"I'm going because the school says I have to."
"Why?" David was confused.
"I supposedly need a 'social experience'."
"Well, If you must go, pick who you want to take. Don't bother with people. Okay?"
"Okay." Arthur said.
"Great. Now that that's settled, are you hungry?"
"No, I'm pretty full. Thanks Dad!"
"No problem Arthur." David left the room.
The next day, Arthur was approached by Jade.
"Hey Arthur, did you figure out who wrote the note?" Jade asked.
'Not again.' Arthur thought. "It's Sue Ellen. But you probably knew that."
"Not really. Sue Ellen just asked me to ask you. I figured 'why not' and asked. Glad to see you figured it out though." Jade walked away.
Before the morning classes began, Arthur decided to go to the cafeteria. When Robert walked up, Arthur rolled his eyes.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"You to play dumb. You can't let them win just yet." Robert replied.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't ask Sue Ellen until she blatantly tells you too!" Robert said.
Suddenly Sue Ellen passed by, flanked by a really mean looking Francine. She loudly said, "Oh I wish I had someone taking me to prom! Oh but who will take me!?"
Robert rolled his eyes and muttered, "Oh please." He walked away.
Suddenly Brain walked up. "I'll take you, Sue Ellen."
Sue Ellen then nervously said, "Oh, um, that's okay! I've got to go now!" She and Francine ran away, while Arthur slammed his face into the table.
A/N: This was the longest chapter of any story I've ever written. I think. Any way, the length is practice for a six-page essay I have to write. *shudders* Any way, Sue Ellen is certainly trying to get this over with fast. By the way, this started on a Monday, and has gone through Tuesday, and now it's Wednesday. The Prom is Friday. Thought I'd clear that up. So Arthur has, two days before asking Sue Ellen to prom. Sue Ellen has two more days to get Arthur to ask her. Okay. Updates coming soon. Until next time, R&R.