Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read the first song fic that I did. And I'm glad you liked it.

For one of my reviewers, they asked what Arnold had written in his letter to Helga in their senior year yearbook and I honestly hadn't thought about it. It would be interesting to do another little one-shot to explain Helga's side of the story, which would of course, show Arnold's note in Helga's yearbook...hmm... :)

But as for this second chapter, second song fic, I call this one "What Goes Around Comes Around." It's a story of Curly's reaction when Rhonda cheats on him with another man. At this point, this is my second favorite song fiction that I have written and I absolutely love the Curly character I wrote in this.

How bout a disclaimer first? All characters in this story (except for Phillipe) are the creations of Craig Bartlett and are owned (sadly) by Viacom and Nickelodeon. The song is "What Goes Around...Comes Around" by Justin Timberlake. Yet again, I'm not owning any of the songs that are put in my stories.

As I finish writing these, I'm going to put them up here and see the reactions I get. After a couple reviews or after a week or two if I don't hear anything, I'll put another chapter up. So read and review if you want to see more sooner!

- Love Always, Kate. -

Oh. Right, the intro. Without any further distractions, "What Goes Around, Comes Around". Enjoy!

What Goes Around Comes Around

A Curly/Rhonda song fiction

Hey girl, is he everything you wanted in a man?

You know I gave you the world
You had me in the palm of your hand
So why your love went away, I just can't seem to understand
Thought it was me and you babe
Me and you until the end but I guess I was wrong

He sat in the living room and stared at the photograph. She had left him for another man and he had no idea whether or not to be angry or upset. He wanted to feel both, just let every emotion out of his system, but he couldn't even shed a tear.

To be honest, he should have seen it coming. This new guy was perfect.

She had been acting really secretive for the past couple months. Spending most of her time in New York spreading her new fashion line and her new perfume line. She had so many lines; he couldn't keep track of them all. She was a successful businesswoman with a keep eye for fashion, that's what made her huge. And what was he? A dry cleaner that only wanted to be in love with every little thing that she did.

This guy was a model. Perfect body, perfect hair, rich, famous. Everything that she had been looking for and everything that he wasn't.

He refused to cry even though there was nothing more that he wanted to do.

Don't want to think about it
Don't want to talk about it
I'm just so sick about it
Can't believe it's ending this way
Just so confused about it
Feeling the blues about it
I just can't do without ya
Tell me is this fair?

It was hard to forget about a woman like her. She was feisty, independent and determined. She had been everything that he wanted in his life. Maybe that's the reason he fell for her in the 4th grade at P.S. 118. Of course she attempted to avoid all the advances that he had made on her. And he'll admit that he was a little bit crazy. He was fine now. But it was only because he had her.

It just wasn't fair. He just couldn't understand what was wrong with him. Wrong with their relationship. He had treated her like a queen but she wanted someone else. It was something that he wasn't willing to deal with.

He looked back at the photograph and threw it against the wall until the glass shattered. It was at that point that he couldn't control the emotions that he was feeling. He crawled into a ball on the elegant living room chair and cried, tears streaming down his face.

Is this the way it's really going down?
Is this how we say goodbye?

She wasn't planning on telling him. She was going to keep it a secret for as long as she could have and he assumed that. It was supposed to be a secret visit to her apartment. He had got the money for a bus ticket and sat in a bus for 6 hours, just so he could see the happiness on her face as she entered her apartment to find him with a bouquet of roses and a rather expensive box of chocolates. Ready to watch her run into his arms, kiss him passionately and spend the rest of the night in each other's arms.

He remembered entering the apartment, hearing noises from the bedroom and as he had opened it, he heard a scream. He stood emotionless in the doorway as he witnessed another man who had been with his girlfriend intimately. The way that he was supposed to be with his girlfriend. She gasped.

"Curly? I…I can explain…."

He didn't let her. He dropped the roses and the chocolates in the doorway and turned around and walked out the door without saying a word.

He remembered sitting back on the bus, staring out the window.

Should've known better when you came around
That you were gonna make me cry

And now he was sitting in their apartment, crying until he felt that he couldn't cry anymore. He never thought that the love of his life would be capable of doing something like this to him.

Sure, he had witnessed the affair between his mother and another man in the 7th grade. It didn't bother him as much when he saw his mother in the arms of another man besides his father. Their relationship had been on the rocks for so long that he almost assumed someone was cheating on someone.

He had witnessed many relationships start and end in his high school career with many of the friends that he had. He never thought that he would feel their pain. The night that she gave him a chance, he was over the moon. He had finally got the love of his life to say yes to a date with him. After that first date, she had decided to stay with him. They dated through college. Now at age 25, Curly finally realizes that love and heartbreak could be a very cruel thing.

It's breaking my heart to watch you run around
'Cause I know that you're living a lie

He still had no idea why she had gone to him in the first place.

It hadn't been too long ago that she had told her parents that she was desperately in love with him. It was the only way that they had been able to move into another extravagantly expensive apartment in Upper Hillwood, all paid for by her parents of course. Anything that she wanted, she got. And at one point, it was he. Thaddeus Curly Gammelthorpe. He had been the one thing that a woman as strong headed as Rhonda Wellington Lloyd wanted.

She had been called Princess all her life. She acted like one, he treated her like one. And then she leaves him for a pretty boy with an accent and nice abs.

He slumped further into the couch and watched the rain sliding down the windowpane.

That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find...
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around

Now girl, I remember everything that you claimed

She had called him the next day, he remembered. After spending the night sobbing into his bed, attempted to be comforted by two people that he trusted to get him out of this mess. Arnold and Helga. A couple that had been together since the 7th grade, but still acted like they were the best of friends. And they were Curly's best friends. Well at least Helga was. Arnold came along for the ride, and he did always have that "positive outlook on life" thing going on.

Rhonda had told him the truth. That she fell in love with a man named Philippe ever since she brought her clothing line to New York. They had met during a photo shoot and their chemistry instantly clicked. He was passionate, sexy, and interesting. She was getting tired of the same old things back in Hillwood and wanted an exciting life.

You said that you were moving on now and maybe I should do the same

She had told him to move on from her. She had done him wrong and that she was incredibly sorry. But he remembered the last thing she had said to him before hanging up the phone.

"I'm living out here now Curly, I'm starting over. I think you should do the same. It's better for the both of us."

She had instantly hung up the phone before he had a chance to speak. He moved over to his dresser and looked at the small box.

Funny thing about that is I was ready to give you my name

Of course he had been planning on finally proposing to her. He had promised that he would get the best ring imaginable for her. But it's not easy for a dry cleaning man to make the kind of money for the ring that his girlfriend was looking for. He had spent months doing extra side jobs along with running the dry cleaners to buy this ring.

Thought it was me and you, babe and now, it's all just a shame and I guess I was wrong

And now it was just all wrong. He got up from his chair and sat at the grand piano across the room, playing a simple but sad tune into the keys of the piano. The music haunted the house as Curly played the song of his heart. A sorrowful, desperate tune of misunderstanding and heartbreak.

The phone rang again. He looked at the caller id. It was her. He hesitated but decided to answer the phone.

What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around

"Hello."

"Curly? It's Rhonda. I need to talk to you."

Let me paint this picture for you, baby

You spend your nights alone and he never comes home

"About what."

"It's about Philippe. I haven't seen him in two weeks. It's lonely without him."

"Then call him. Why are you calling me?"

He didn't realize how harsh he had been. But she deserved it.

And every time you call him all you get's a busy tone

"I can never get him to answer, it's always busy."

"He's a model, Rhonda. What do you expect? He's swamped with work probably."

"That's the thing. I think he's ignoring me."

"Why? Didn't you treat him perfectly?" He seethed.

I heard you found out that he's doing to you what you did to me

"Actually, I caught him. With another woman."

He froze.

Ain't that the way it goes

What karma. He laughed to himself before responding.

"Did you now?"

"Two days ago. I don't know what to do."

When you cheated girl, my heart bleeded girl

"You wanna know what I did when you left me?"

He heard her sniffle on the other end; she knew exactly what she had done.

"When I found you in the arms of another man, Rhonda, I didn't have enough emotions to express what I went through."

So it goes without saying that you left me feeling hurt

"I guess it goes without saying how hurt I was."

She sobbed softly and for a few moments, he almost felt bad for her. Almost.

Just a classic case, a scenario, Tale as old as time
Girl you got what you deserved

"It's called karma, Rhonda. You cheated me, so life cheated you."

And now you want somebody to cure the lonely nights

You wish you had somebody that could come and make it right
But girl I ain't somebody with a lot of sympathy You'll see

She sobbed even harder.

"I miss you so much Curly. I just don't want to be alone anymore."

"You miss me?"

"I don't just miss you, I love you, more than anything in this world. I know what I did was wrong and I know you won't be so forgiving for a while."

She sniffled.

"But I will be such a better person to you. Enough of me being the princess, it's time you were treated right by me. Baby. Please. Give me another chance."

He had no idea how to respond. She had finally offered to change from the person that she used to be. Not that he had ever minded treated Rhonda like a princess. But enough was enough.

See? You should've listened to me, baby

"Listen Rhonda. It sounds like you're willing to make it work for us..."

"Oh Curly! Thank you!"

"Wait, I'm not done."

She stopped.

"I think we should see other people...You see... I'm not good with cheaters."

"You're…you're serious?" She hiccuped.

"Karma is just horrible, isn't it? Just remember this the next time you decide to break a person's heart, Miss Rhonda Wellington Lloyd..."

Because what goes around comes back around

"What goes around…comes around."

He hung up the phone and never looked back.