A/N: She doesn't own a freakin' thing! This is her evil twin, Flora! }:D
Match Maker
Chapter 3
They all stood in front of the class room door, all staring at the handle and waiting for SOMEONE to go first and open it. Aurora sighed heavily, and turned to the group. "Okay, who wants to be the poor sap to open the door-NOT IT!"
"NOT IT!" Angie yelled out.
"NOT IT EITHER!" Nintendo yelled out, grinning slightly.
"NOT IT!" Jade screamed, in her usual English accent.
"No-" Aurora suddenly covered Omega's mouth, and grinned. "I've got a better idea." She grinned evilly, letting her hand fall and staring evilly at a young nine year old boy.
Everyone followed her eyes, and their own came to rest on Alan, standing there and staring at all of them. "What?" He asked, completely clueless.
Aurora smiled innocently at him, and gestured at the door. "Gentlemen are supposed to open doors for ladies." She smirked.
Alan's pupils shrank, and everyone else couldn't help but grin.
Nintendo came to stand beside Aurora, and stared at the young boy, while the rest all stood around them.
Omega came forward, and smirked darkly. "Yes, that's the price for having a-"
"WOA!" Aurora yelped, placing a hand over Omega's mouth. She laughed nervously, and then looked back at Alan. "Look, I'm not one to follow these stupid customs, in fact, I'm usually the one opening doors for everyone else... but under the circumstances." She grinned darkly, her eyes portraying the very essence of dark humor.
Everyone followed suit, and Alan suddenly felt like he was shrinking under all their gazes. He gulped. "What if I'm not a gentleman?" He laughed nervously.
Their gazes didn't falter for a second. Aurora smirked. "Doesn't matter. You've still got a-"
"AHH!" Omega yelped this time, placing her hand over Aurora's mouth.
Nintendo smiled at the boy, and stepped forward slightly. "Come on... it's the right thing to do."
Aurora was able to free her mouth from Omega's grasp and laughed a little. "Whatever you say, Arnold." She turned her attention back to Alan then. "Just open the door already! We don't have time to give you a swirly!"
Alan narrowed his eyebrow at her. "You wouldn't even be able to give me a swirly!"
Aurora gasped. "We soooo could! But unfortunately we don't have time for such pleasantries. We need that door open pronto!" She pointed at the door behind them sternly.
"Guys?"
They all turned then to see the door slightly ajar, and Arnold there standing in the doorway, staring at them all strangely. "What's wrong?"
Aurora smiled at him a little, and put her hands behind her back. "Absolutely nothing." She turned slightly to smirk at Alan, before walking through the classroom door that Arnold was currently holding open.
Everyone else followed suit, and Alan heard Angie even 'humph' in his direction. He lowered his head and dragged himself through the door.
Arnold blinked at all this, but shrugged it off, before closing the door behind them all.
Aurora stared at all the children, running around and making a ruckus. It was clear that Abby hadn't arrived yet. She briefly wondered where she could be.
All of the helpers grinned, and ran off around the room to try and score a conversation with their favorite characters. Aurora smiled softly at their enthusiasm, and that was when her eyes came to rest on a certain pigtailed girl, shrinking in her seat at the sight of her. She guessed she hadn't forgotten her little encounter with her in the alley just the other day. The thought made Aurora grin a little, before forcing it down, and casually slipping into the desk next to her's. She leaned over a little, to smirk at Helga.
Helga narrowed her eyebrow at her, and squinted her eyes. "Who are you?" She asked with a suspicious edge.
Aurora grinned, and straightened a little, extending her hand to her. "I'm called your dream come true."
Helga blinked at her, and then looked down at her hand, curiously.
Aurora sighed lightly, but then regained her smile. "I'm Aurora."
She looked back up at her, and scowled, slapping her hand away. "Good for you."
Aurora smiled at her still, though, despite her hostility. "Anyway, Helga, like I was saying, you kinda-"
"Woa, woa!" Helga countered, staring at her with wide eyes. "How do you know my name?"
Aurora blinked at her, racketing her brain for an excuse. "Arnold told me your name." She smirked inwardly.
Helga blinked, her scowl dropping completely. "Arnold?"
"Yeah, I'm sure you know him, because he certainly knows you. Football head, green eyes, a real gentleman, down-right adorable..." She smiled at her.
Helga blinked again, her face completely blank.
Aurora rolled her eyes a little, and stood up from her desk, walking over to Arnold instead, and feeling Helga's eyes on her. She stood by Arnold's desk, and smiled at him in a friendly manner. "Hey, Arnold. Can I ask you something?"
Arnold looked up at her, and blinked. "Um, okay. What is it, Aurora?"
"Well," She looked over to Nintendo, who was currently making her way to Helga. "I'd like you to get to know my friends a little better." She looked back at Arnold. "They're all new you know, and I think it would serve them right if they all had one universal friend... and I'd like that to be you. So if it's not too much trouble..."
"Oh," Arnold smiled at her. "Of course, Aurora, it's no problem. They all seem..." He looked over to see almost all of them surrounding Helga, who was scowling at them all and yelling for them to go away. "Um... interesting." He smiled back up at Aurora.
Aurora nodded only slightly in thanks, staring in horror as all of her helpers were practically pouncing on Helga. "Yeah, uh, thanks, Arnold. I'd better go save uh... Helga." She quickly ran off towards the group all currently surrounding a very angry Helga.
Gerald blinked, and then looked back over at Arnold. "Hey, man, who was that?"
Arnold looked over at him, looking slightly worried. "Oh, that's Aurora. I met her just yesterday. She just moved here with her um..." He looked back over to see Aurora wrestling most of the crazed fan girls and one boy to the ground. "...friends." He blinked, looking concerned as Helga was looking very angry, and slightly panicked.
Gerald grinned. "She can be my friend any day." He nudged Arnold slightly.
Arnold looked back over at him, and blinked. "Huh?"
Gerald rolled his eyes at his friend's normal, dense behavior. "I mean, she was kinda pretty." He looked over at Aurora slamming Alan into a wall. "She's got really nice hair."
Arnold blinked, looking over at her with an eyebrow raised. "I guess she's pretty." He shrugged, smiling a half smile at his darker friend. "But she's just a friend. And you've got Phoebe."
Gerald blushed, sinking in his seat a little at that out of embarrassment. After a few moments of Arnold smirking at him, he groaned and sat back up, looking to Arnold. "Okay, fine, so maybe I'm not really all that interested, because I've already got a..." He searched for a word that wouldn't cause him to blush again.
"Girlfriend." Arnold finished for him with a smirk.
Gerald blushed again, before shaking his head and glaring at Arnold a little. "Sure, let's call her that." His annoyance dropped. "But you have nothing holding you back." He raised an eyebrow.
Arnold's eyes widened at that, and he blushed, looking over toward his new blonde companion as she was now buried under a sea of her friends. His green eyes seemed to drift a little though, soon to rest on another blonde, still sitting in her desk and looking sincerely freaked out by all the crazed attention. After a moment though, she scowled darkly, and stood from her seat, walking past all of the kids and stomping her way to the door, muttering something under her breath.
She passed Arnold's desk, and he cast her a concerned expression. "Helga, are you alright?"
She stopped, and turned to him with a very sarcastic look, one side of her eyebrow projected up. "Of course, I am, Arnold. I was just practically mauled by a bunch of morons I don't even know, but heck with it, I feel super." She rolled her eyes, stomping out of the door, as the sound of a few loud yelps reached Arnold's ears. He turned in his seat then to see Aurora holding up a number two pencil, and pointing it at all the now frightened 'friends'. She gave them all a serious look, pointing it at all of them with her legs spread. "Get back! Get back or I'll be forced to give you a mustache!"
Arnold turned in his seat then, and cast another fleeting glance at the door that the other angry blonde had stormed out of, before looking over at Gerald with a sheepish look. "I think I'll just wait til' the right girl comes along."
"Who knows, maybe she's already there and you don't even know it."
The two boys jumped a little, turning to see a girl standing there with curly brown hair and blue eyes (Arnold thought he'd heard Aurora refer to her as 'Nintendo' or something), giving them both a smile, before shrugging. "Who knows?" She walked off then, over to try and calm her pencil-happy friend.
The two boys blinked at her departure, before glancing at each other with baffled looks.
The door opened then, and all the kids quieted down. Curly jumped off of the top of his desk to sit down, Rhonda put her make-up away, Nadine quickly stuck the large jar of insects into her desk, Stinky and Sid both shut their traps, Harold stopped hollering and hid the paper plane he'd been in the process of making behind his back, Phoebe shut her book, all Aurora's helpers immediately dropped their weapons and rushed to their seats, and Arnold and Gerald decided to put the confusing girl's statement aside for the moment to pay attention as Principal Wartz walked in, now in his regular attire only with an ice pack held to his head.
"Okay, students, it's come to my attention that-..." He blinked, focusing on the blonde girl sprawled out on the floor still. "Um, Miss, don't you think you should be getting back to your seat now?" He asked sternly, his free hand on his hip.
Aurora didn't move, just answered his question, "No... no, the floor is perfectly comfortable, thank you." Some of the class snickered at that.
"Miss..." He instructed sternly.
"I have a name..." She mumbled, still on the floor.
"Good for you. Now back to your desk." He pointed off to an empty seat at the other end of the room.
Aurora groaned, finally able to pull herself off of the ground. She walked over to the desk indicated, grumbling to herself and glaring at any of her helpers that she passed on her way there.
Principal Wartz huffed slightly, his free hand on his hip. "Anyway, as I was saying: It has come to my attention that Mr. Simmons isn't here today." Everyone cast the man disinterested looks, as he just cleared his throat and continued, "But luckily, we were able to find a substitute on such short notice. Please welcome Ms. Scuito."
Abby walked in then, wearing her usual apparel with a smile. Most of the guys eyes popped out a little, and Aurora frowned. She'd forgotten that Abby was considered really attractive. Hopefully this wouldn't set them back at all. She thought, staring over at Arnold who's eyes had gotten a bit wide. Happily, not quite TOO wide. Still, they needed someone on the inside, and Abby WAS a grown-up. And so, Aurora shrugged it off.
Abby smiled at them all. "Hello, everyone. I'll be your substitute teacher up until we're able to locate Mr. Simmons." She looked over to Principal Wartz with a smile. "You can leave now, Principal Wartz. I think I can handle it from here."
Wartz nodded then. "Very well then. Carry on." He exited then.
Abby smiled at everyone. "Okay, class, why don't we get started on-"
"Craaaap!"
BAM!
Everyones' eyes snapped over to the door, hearing someone groaning from behind it. Abby walked over to the door then, and opened it up to see Helga laying on the ground, a hand to her head and her eyes closed. She opened them, though, and looked up to see Abby standing there with a concerned expression on her face. Helga blinked. "Who in the name of criminy are you?"
Abby smiled. "I'm Ms. Scuito. I'll be your new substitute teacher for a while."
Helga blinked a few times, before standing up. "Whatever."
And so the day went on.
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Aurora gazed over the many tables in the lunch room, her hazel eyes searching for a particular spike of blonde hair. She spotted him almost instantly, about all her helpers sitting around him with grins on their faces. He didn't really pay them all that much attention, though, for whatever reason.
Aurora's eyes flittered over the rest of the crowd, spotting another certain blonde seemingly cutting in line. She sighed at the sight. So many issues that girl had. Not to say she didn't have a share of her own, but even she wasn't that messed up. She put a hand to her chin, her eyes focusing once again on the football headed boy across the room.
This was all going to be a lot more complicated than she thought.
Especially with all her helpers skittering about as if they were at the fair. There were much too many of them. After all, fifty people all working on getting TWO people together?
Ridiculous.
Then again... this was Arnold and Helga.
She sighed, not quite knowing what to do.
She did have a tentative friendship going with Arnold, and he was awfully friendly, and she had a very strange relationship beginning with Helga.
In order for this to work, she'd have to get a little closer to Arnold, close enough that she could get a real conversation out of him, have him willing to open up a little.
And as for Helga, well, a friendship between her and Helga would be pretty hard to attain. Helga already seemed to have a problem with her. No. She'd have to be more business with her, straight forward and blunt. After all, Helga was a no none-sense kind of girl.
But what of her helpers?
She'd have them do odd jobs, to help push the two blondes in the right direction, but they couldn't keep hanging around her 24/7. She was here to get the two together, and they were here to help.
But how was she supposed to get them to go off on their own and leave her to do her job without hurting their feelings in some way?
She sighed.
They'd all get their time to shine, but they couldn't all do it at the exact same time, and even if they could, that time was simply not now.
But what to do?
She sighed again, beginning to walk over to the table.
She'd have to wing it.
Crap.
She stood in front of the table now, Gerald on one side of Arnold, and all her helpers sitting around them. She sighed, rubbing her cheek. How was she supposed to get them away from the table and in private so that they could all talk without-
Oh, forget it!
She cleared her throat loudly, her hands going on the table and effectively stopping all the chatter at the table. They all blinked at her. She smiled slightly. "I'm gonna have to have a private talk with all my friends here."
They all blinked, standing up from the table hesitantly.
Aurora nodded her head over to the cafeteria door, and they all blinked before walking over in that direction. She followed after.
This was going to be an awkward chat.
