A/N: Okay! I know it's been FOREVER since I'm written. But I was finally hit with inspiration! Yes I know I skipped Phoebe…if any inspiration for her comes along I'll update with that! For now, I had the inspiration for the epilogue! So here it goes, just a short thing for each person, on the same night while in High School, about Junior Year let's say. Hope you enjoy!

Arnold's POV

Joining the Football team hadn't been my first choice, in fact I thought I was much too skinny for it. After all, Harold's twice the size of me at least and he's on the team too. However, swim team was out of the question and soccer tryouts were over. I figured it wouldn't hurt to at least try out. Turns out I'm a good kicker and runner so they started to rely on my to be fast enough – to make those touchdowns.

I guess that's what landed us here tonight. We're all hanging out at Toby's house, we've just won the county tournament and we're headed to state. Everyone's here, though it looks like Harold is missing and a few others, so almost everyone. There's alcohol and a mix of cigarette smoke and pot smoke mingle in the air. We're also celebrating something else tonight. I'm one of the few Juniors to have been named a captain of the football team but none of the seniors seem too bent out of shape about it.

"Come on man, it's just pot. It ain't gonna kill you." Toby is saying. I blink and stare at him a minute. I take a sip of my beer and shake my head.

"No thanks, smoking isn't really my thing."

"Just one hit, and then I'll leave you alone about it."

After a few more minutes I gave an irritated sigh. "Oh just hand it over."

Helga's POV

There was a football game tonight, the first one I haven't gone to and it was an important one. Tonight is the night that I finally give him up. I'm staring in to the fireplace, mom and dad are gone for the weekend, and the last of that stupid shrine is sitting beside me. All those years of chewed gum and miscellaneous things had slowly dwindled down to just a stump of neck. The last few poems still sit beside me. Honestly, I'm reluctant to let those go. They're good pieces of work.

No. It doesn't matter. Everything goes. I've finally come to the realization that Arnold will never love me the way that I love him…loved him. I need to let him go and finally live-finally open up to new people and just start a clean slate. I've mellowed out quite a bit since Freshman Year and maybe now it's time I really take my stand, really show everyone that I'm a new person.

Soon everything is gone, laying in the fireplace, slowly burning and turning to ashes. I gather my knees to my chest and sigh as a hand lays on my shoulder. "You did the right thing Helga."

I stare as the picture of Arnold from the heart-shaped locket slowly burns and disappears forever,"I know Brian. I know."

Brainy's POV

I've always been Helga's 'stalker', the creep, the weirdo, the kid who ended up having to just order glasses in bulk for the amount of times Helga broke them. Now though, she considers me a friend and for that I'm grateful. I know that she'll never love me the way that I love her. Not the way that she loved Arnold; but, if I can be there for her for times like these and if she can confide in me, that's all I need.

She called me this afternoon, saying she needed me to come over so she could talk. At first I was worried, but when she explained what she wanted to do part of me was happy. It was time for her unhealthy obsession of Arnold to be let go.

We dragged everything out of her closet that had to do with him. It was an overwhelming sight, that entire 'collection' she had stored over the years. In some ways, I thought, it made her creepier and more of a stalker than I was. We went through it all, and then box by box brought it down to the living room so we could burn everything.

Now, as the last of the things fade away I lay my hand on her shoulder and sit beside her, telling her she did the right thing. I wrap her in a hug as she turns in to me, whispering that she knows. Moments later she is crying, but I don't say anything. I just hold her a little closer.

Harold & Rhonda

Rhonda grinned as Harold held her close. She never imagined that they would end up like this –and she was pretty sure that Harold thought likewise. They had gotten together Sophomore year. She was captain of the cheer leading squad and he was the best quarter back on the team- still was in her opinion.

Harold knew that she was is driving force, his motivation for getting healthier and staying in shape. He stared down at her for a moment and leaned down, kissing her gently. There was a party going on at Toby's but they had opted for a quiet night by the lake instead. Rhonda had honestly been surprised when she found out that Harold did indeed have a romantic side.

"Rhonda," Harold spoke finally. "Senior year is right around the corner…"

Rhonda turned her eyes up at him, raising an eyebrow, did he sound worried? "It is, and that's a good thing. We'll be nearly done with school."

"But what about us?" The question startled her.

"What ever do you mean Harold?" Rhonda shifted a bit.

"You're going to that fashion school and-"

"And you're going to be going to that business school." She cut him off and leaned in closer. "And it won't change anything. Our schools are close enough, and after we're all done we'll still be together. You'll see Harold. Everything will be fine."

Curly's POV

I shouldn't be here right now, spying on this moment. God, I'm worse than Brainy. At least Helga has befriended him now. Rhonda…well I don't know. I know she still thinks I'm a bit of a creep, but at least she'll say 'Hi' to me in the hallway. It's a step up I guess. I worry about her, more than she realizes. I just don't want her to get hurt.

I'm not close enough to hear what they're talking about, but by Rhonda's actions I know she's reassuring Harold about something. Harold is a good for her, I know that. She's good for him too. Harold brings out a lighter, less obnoxious and stuck up, side of Rhonda that most people inwardly hared her for. I know that she's happy with him, and I need to just keep being good and keep my distance.

My phone buzzes and I check it. It's Brainy. He's done helping Helga and wants to know if I want to meet up. I tell him 'Sure' and then quickly walk away, leaving the couple alone. Brainy and I have become pretty good friends, I guess because we're kind of in similar situations. Maybe he can help me sort my thoughts, and I'm sure he wants to tell me what he had to help Helga with. I hope at least, I'm kind of curious to know myself.

Gerald & Phoebe

If you asked the couple when they first got together, it would be a toss between Freshman Year, and the end of Eighth Grade. In the end they might just tell you it's been so long they don't even remember. Sometimes it felt that way. Currently they were curled up on Phoebe's couch, watching a movie. It was their 4th year anniversary, but they hadn't done anything.

Gerald had always done something before, or gotten her something. This year he had asked her what the point was of getting something every year? Why not just for the big years, like 10, 15, 25? Phoebe had just nodded in agreement, but honestly she was kind of upset over it. What was so bad about at least a card?

Gerald pulled her closer and Phoebe smiled slightly, kissing his cheek. Her mind was elsewhere though, on Arnold. She had been thinking about him a lot lately since a conversation that they had in the library a few days ago. It had been nice to talk to him; being in such separate cliques you didn't get much of an opportunity to mingle.

"What's on your mind babe?" Gerald asked, looking down at her. "Are you still thinking about our conversation?"

"What?" Phoebe blinked a bit. "No, of course not. I told you it was fine." She offered another smile. "I was just thinking about a test I have coming up is all…"