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This chapter is from Gerald's POV, and I have to admit it was a little hard writing from his. :/

I hope these other character intern chapters are starting to make sense now, and I hope you are enjoying it as much as I am!

I am taking the train home tomorrow, so I will have lots of time to continue the next chapter then (:

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After the movie was over, Gerald and Phoebe got up to leave the theater. "Man, what is with Arnold and Helga?" Phoebe shrugged as she turned to look over at Gerald. "Their behavior seems to indicate that they are having an argument about something, but as to what that argument is about, I'm not sure." Gerald shook his head, opening the door and letting Phoebe leave the theater first. After they walked out to the front of the theater, they checked to see if Arnold or Helga were still outside talking. "Guess they went home. I just hope they work out what ever was bothering 'em." Gerald said as he grabbed Phoebe's hand, leading her towards her house.

After a few minutes of silence Gerald looked over at Phoebe, who seemed to be lost in her thoughts. "You okay?" Gerald asked, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. Phoebe nodded, taking her time to respond. "I was just thinking about Helga and how she has been acting while Arnold was away, and comparing that to how she's been acting ever since Arnold arrived." Gerald stared at her a moment, waiting to hear the rest of her answer. "And?" He prodded, hoping Phoebe knew more about what was going on with their best friends than he did. She looked up at Gerald, meeting his eyes for a moment before shifting her gaze towards the sidewalk again. "It's just . . .I'm pretty sure they were a couple before we left San Lorenzo." Gerald nodded, "Yeah that's what I thought too! And ever since Arnold has been back, she's been really mean to the guy."

They turned a corner and started to slow their pace as Phoebe's house started to come into view. Phoebe adjusted her glasses before continuing. "Precisely, and what I've noticed about Helga is that while Arnold was away at first, she seemed extremely sad to have him gone. Then slowly, she seemed to get happier as they wrote letters back and forth to each other. To be honest, I had never seen Helga that happy before. Her happy mood seemed to stay pretty constant for a couple years, and then one day, she sloped all the way back down to her old mean, and cruel self. I have asked her multiple times if everything was alright between her and Arnold, and she always seems to take the defensive. I wish I could get her to confess what was wrong. But you know Helga," Phoebe shrugged nonchalantly before continuing, "what she says is what goes, or else." They finally came to Phoebe's front steps. Gerald leaned against the staircase, letting go of Phoebe's hand. "Man, I didn't know all that. Tell you what Pheb's, I'll talk to Arnold and get to the bottom of what's going on. You know him, the boy can't tell a lie to save his life." Phoebe smiled as she moved closer to Gerald. "You would really do that?" Her eyes lit up as Gerald grabbed her hand again. "'Course, I got you! I'll tell him he needs to figure out how to handle what's going on between him and Helga if they wanna keep hangin' around us." Phoebe smiled as she stood on her tip-toes, kissing Gerald gently. "Thanks Gerald, you're amazing." Gerald felt a blush creep up his cheeks, like he always did when Phoebe kissed him. He quickly regained his 'cool' and winked at her. "You know it! Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow Phoebe." He waved as Phoebe made her way to the front door. "Bye Gerald!"

The next day before school, Gerald made sure he had a game plan for how to approach Arnold about what was going on between him and Helga. He thought he might be able to talk to Arnold before first period, but Gerald couldn't find him anywhere that morning. Gerald sighed, rubbing his head. I don't have any classes with him in the morning. I guess I'll just try to talk to the guy at lunch, he thought to himself as he headed to his first period English class.

When the lunch bell rang, Gerald hurried as fast as he could to the cafeteria. When he arrived, he didn't see Arnold at any of the tables. Where is this kid? Gerald rubbed his head, turning around to head back to his locker. About half way there, he ran into Phoebe. "Hey Pheb's, have you seen Arnold today at all?" Gerald asked, sneaking a quick peck on her cheek. "No, I haven't seen him myself, but Stinky and Harold informed me that he seems to be avoiding everyone today. They also told me that he is most likely hanging out in front of the building; I guess the same goes for Helga. She hasn't tried to approach me once today . . ." Phoebe shrugged. "Well, they probably think that we are still mad at them. I'm gonna go see what's up with Arnold." Gerald said, smiling at Phoebe before he made his way to the front of the school.

Before Gerald even made it to the front doors, he could see Arnold sitting out on the steps through the window. He opened the door and approached Arnold slowly, sitting next to him on the step. "Hey, man." It was all Gerald could think of to say. He couldn't remember the last time he and Arnold had gotten in a fight, and he really didn't like it. Arnold startled, looking over to his right where Gerald was sitting. "Oh, um, hey Gerald." Arnold replied, sounding so detached from the world. Suddenly, Gerald felt awkward, like maybe this wasn't such a good idea. It's too late, Gerald. You're already out here talking to him now. He took a deep breath, rubbing the back of his head. "Look man . . .about last night-" "No, you and Phoebe are right." Arnold interrupted, turning his head to finally look at Gerald. "Helga and I shouldn't have fought in front of you guys, let alone try to bring you guys into it. I'm sorry . . ." Gerald smiled as he patted Arnold on the back. "Hey, it's cool man. So there is something up then . . .between you and Helga." Arnold locked eyes with Gerald for a moment before he sighed. "Yeah. There is." Arnold looked back down at the ground before continuing. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about that either, Gerald. I guess I just thought I could figure it out before it got to crazy, and I was definitely wrong to think I could. This blew up bigger than it should have . . .I should have just told you what was going on." Arnold placed his head in his hand, resting against his knee. "Like I said . . .it's cool. I mean, you can still tell me. I'm all ears, man." Gerald cupped his hands around his ears, acting like he was trying to hear Arnold better. Arnold didn't smile, but instead sighed deeply. Gerald put his hands down, starting to become concerned. "This must be pretty serious, Arnold." Arnold still didn't say anything; instead he looked out to the street at the cars passing by.

Gerald didn't know what to do, or what to say. He had never seen Arnold like this before, and it was almost scaring him. Before he could speak, Arnold beat him to it. "It is, Gerald. I haven't really told anybody about it, except my grandparents. It's a really long story . . .but what basically happened, is Helga thinks that I forgot about her while I was in San Lorenzo." Gerald was confused, "But didn't you guys write back an forth the whole time you were gone? You told me in your letters how close you guys were getting." Arnold sighed again, getting up from sitting on the step. He started to pace back and forth in front of Gerald. "Well, we were. It was awesome, Gerald. I mean, I was getting to know the Helga Pataki that she has hidden from the rest of the world," Gerald saw a small smile appear on his face. "We were writing back and forth for over four years. I know it sounds crazy . . .but I think I was falling in love with her, Gerald." Gerald smiled back at him, letting him continue. "Anyway, I wrote her that in a letter. I know it was something I should have said in person . . .but I just had to let her know, Gerald. Then she never wrote me back, not once. I thought it was because she was freaked out about my letter, but now I have a theory that she never got that letter." Arnold's smile disappeared as he began to pace back and forth in front of Gerald more quickly. "Never got that letter? What do you mean? How do you-" "Because when I tried to confront her about it, she made it seem like I never wrote her. Our letters got lost or something Gerald, and now she thinks that I just forgot about her." Arnold stopped pacing to stand in front of Gerald. Gerald looked up at Arnold and shrugged. "It all sounds like a misunderstanding to me, man. Why don't you just talk to her about it?" Arnold sighed, sitting back down next to Gerald. "Don't you think I tried that? She won't listen Gerald! Every time I get on the subject, she just tries to run away from me. She tells me how much she wants me to leave her alone!" Gerald shook his head, "Mmm, mmm, mmm . . .well, do you think there's any chance of finding that letter?" Arnold shrugged this time, throwing his head back in his hands. "I mailed my parents a letter asking me to send me anything they find . . .but we'll see. I don't think she'll ever believe me if I don't get that letter, Gerald. I might lose her . . .if she's not already lost."

Gerald actually felt hurt at Arnold's words. Man, he is really shaken up about this. I gotta tell Phoebe what's goin' on . . .maybe she'll have an idea of what to do. Gerald put his hand on Arnold's shoulder, "Hey man, she'll come around. If you need help with anything, just lemme know." Arnold smiled as he held his hand out to Gerald, giving him their handshake. "All I gotta say, is you and Helga have to figure out away to get along, at least when you're with Phoebe and I." Gerald stood up from the steps, looking down at Arnold. "I know you and Helga aren't getting along, and you're my best friend, just like Phoebe is Helga's, but if you two can't get along . . ." Arnold stood up as well, rubbing his head. "I know. It's not fair for Helga and I to make you guys choose. I'll try to talk to Helga about it . . ." Gerald smiled. "Good, and I'll get Phoebe to talk to Helga. Maybe if you just talk to her about getting along when you guys hang out with us, she won't try to avoid you." Arnold smiled softly, turning back to walk into the building with Gerald. "You're an awesome friend, Gerald." "So I've been told . . ."

Gerald waited at the bottom of the steps for Phoebe after the final bell, he couldn't wait to tell Phoebe everything Arnold had told him. Gerald saw her exit the front doors, carrying way too many books, as usual. He ran up the steps, taking them out of her hands before she could say anything. "Don't worry, I got these miss." Gerald said, bowing a little as Phoebe laughed. On their way home, Gerald told Phoebe everything. From the lost letter all the way to how sad Arnold was acting. "I've never seen the kid so upset . . ."Gerald said, finishing his story. Phoebe stayed quiet the whole time, as if she was taking mental notes. "This all fits in perfectly with both of their behaviors . . . " Phoebe rubbed her head, lost in thought. "That's what I'm sayin'. Will you talk to Helga about it though? We gotta get them to talk about this . . ." Phoebe nodded, "Yes, I agree. I will see what I can do. Helga must be very upset about this to not even want to talk to Arnold since he has been back."

After Gerald walked Phoebe home, he headed back towards his house. Man I hope this all works out, I've never seen that kid so upset.