REALLY IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hey guys. I really appreciate all of you who have read and commented on my stories. Unfortunately, I have some not-so-good news. In a few days I'll be starting my first year in college which will give me very little time to write my stories. So chapter updates might be done monthly or even bi-monthly (I'm really sorry about that). Of course, I'll do everything in my power to try and finish the story, so you don't have to worry. :D Another thing is that although I did manage to start chapter four, only a very small part of it is worth posting right now. Hopefully I'll be able to rewrite the other parts of it before school work starts piling up.
Thanks again for reading and commenting! I really appreciate it a whole lot. Inspiration is still coming, so that's good! Enjoy. :D
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"YOU WHAT?" Gerald asked his best friend, eyes bulging in surprise. "Arnold, my man, I can't believe you agreed to do that! I mean, I know you're always helping people out and everything… but this? It's like you've become some sort of…errand boy or something!"
It was another laid-back Sunday morning, and the whole gang had just finished another football game over at Geraldfield. They still kept the place as neat as possible, but its age was already beginning to show together with the buildings surrounding it. In fact, the one to its right was scheduled to be demolished in a few weeks' time, courtesy of Mr. Ernie Potts himself. Everyone hoped that the rubble wouldn't affect the field too badly, but in case it did, they were already milking the field for all its worth while they still had the chance.
Arnold looked around. The guys were in the corner, fixing up the equipment while the girls were over at the bleachers, getting ready to leave. The girls from their class watched games instead of playing them now that they were older, but most of the boys didn't mind anyway, since they could play more roughly without them.
"I know, Gerald. But at the time, I didn't know what else to do." Arnold finally replied, feeling a little ashamed. "Besides, it's just one measly gift. It won't take too much of my time, with you helping me and all." He added hopefully.
"Hold up. When did I say I was gonna help you? Are you outta your mind??"
"Gerald-"
"I don't think I'd be the right person to help you anyway. Why don't you ask Princess Rhonda over there? She's obviously perfect for the job." Gerald interrupted, pointing to a tall slender girl in red near the scoreboard. She was chatting animatedly with a group of younger girls that were admiring her designer shoes and accessories.
"Okay, fine." Arnold said, slightly pissed at Gerald for refusing to help him. He walked over to the group, and lightly tapped the girl on her shoulder. "Rhonda, I need to talk to you."
The girl continued speaking, not minding him for a few minutes. Arnold sighed in frustration. He didn't seem to have much patience that day. He had a sneaking suspicion that it was because of the weird dream he had the night before.
"Rhonda. C'mon. It's important." He tried again, this time placing his hand on her arm and keeping it there until she spoke to him.
"Ugh. Okay, okay. What is it, Arnold? Make it quick because I don't have all day." Rhonda said, finally turning around to face him. Arnold began to pull her away quickly from the posse, who were now whispering to themselves and eyeing him strangely.
"Ouch! How dare you manhandle me! "Rhonda shouted, tearing herself away from his grip. She then rubbed her arm profusely.
"Sorry." Arnold apologized, slightly regretting what he had done. "Anyway, at least we're sort of alone now. I need to ask you a favor."
"A favor? I'm sorry, Arnold, but Rhonda Wellington Lloyd does NOT do favors." Rhonda replied, crossing her arms firmly on her chest.
"You didn't even listen to what it was yet. I wanted to ask you if you could help me buy a birthday gift for a girl. She's our age and…well, I'm kinda stumped on what to get her." Arnold continued, scratching the back of his neck. Rhonda looked at him for a moment before releasing her arms in defeat.
"Okay, Arnold. I'll help you." She sighed. "…But only because I haven't forgotten what you did for me on the day of the… "accident." She continued, her eyes narrowing when she said the last word, but Arnold wasn't listening anymore.
"Thanks so much, Rhonda!" he exclaimed, smiling at her. He felt like a huge part of the weight that he was carrying had been lifted from his shoulders.
"Yeah, whatever Arnold." Rhonda sighed, shooing him away with her hands before returning to her previous group. Arnold walked over to Gerald, who was now talking to Sid and Stinky. No doubt he was telling another one of those "Urban Legends" he knew so much about.
"So how'd it go?" Gerald asked, once he saw Arnold approaching them. Arnold smiled.
"It went just fine, Gerald. Just fine."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Yep. That's it. Sorry it's so short. I'll try to update it when I can for now. But anyway, thanks again for reading! Comment if you have the time. :D