Arnold followed his friend in silence, from time to time he asked where were they heading, Gerald just shook his head and ignored him. Finding it pointless, Arnold decided to just walk and enjoy the view. Most of the buildings remained the same and it wasn't surprising, after all it was patrimony of the state. On the way he encountered the many owners of the shops, including Mrs. Vitello and Mr. Green. Both greeted him cheerfully and asked to come by when he had time, just to catch up. After another round of blocks Arnold started to realize where they were heading but didn't say anything. Instead he waited until Gerald climbed up the steps of the stoop and ring the bell. The door opened slightly, Arnold couldn't see who was behind it. Gerald spoke to the person behind in hushed tone before turning to his friend and handing a blindfold to Arnold.

"You're kidding" Arnold said resentfully.

Gerald shook his head and snickered, walking behind his friend and blinding him. After checking that in fact Arnold couldn't see anything he was guided through the steps, almost tripping on the last one. He heard giggles but kept on walking nevertheless. Arnold heard the door close behind him and kept on walking towards the direction Gerald was pushing him. He heard some steps around him and some whispers. It wasn't long before he stopped feeling Gerald's hand on his back, Arnold frowned and turned to one side to another. Nothing, just darkness surrounding him.

"Gerald?" he asked.

No response, he sighed. After a couple of seconds he felt someone push him slightly, he scowled. Another push then pull.

"Hey cut it out!" he protested.

"Or what Arnold? You're gonna pound me?" a voice said before laughing loudly.

"Harold?" Arnold asked turning to the source of the voice.

"Nice going, pink boy" a female voice retorted.

Arnold blinked and looked to the direction that voice came from.

"Helga?" Arnold said in a low voice.

"Well, doi" she said the last part in a retard mock "Let's get this over" she concluded.

Arnold heard another couple of steps and suddenly there was light, he still couldn't see anything but some rays infiltrated on the corners of the blindfold. Someone approached him and removed the blindfold, making his eyes hurt due to the brightness in the room. After adjusting his eyes he noticed a lot of people surrounding him, and even he still could tell who was who aside for some minor differences, there was something in each them that postponed this thought for later. Everyone was holding what it seemed balloons and water pistols. Arnold gulped and took a step back until he bumped into someone. Looking up he found Gerald with a huge red balloon on top of his head and a wicked smiled printed on his lips.

Arnold shook his head "No, please Gerald"

Gerald lifted the balloon higher, almost on top of his head. He looked to one side to another and waggled his eyebrows. Arnold didn't need to look at his peers to know what exactly they all agreed on. Before he could even look back at his friend, the water bomb landed on his head, soaking him completely. He lifted his head and pulled away some long strands of wet hair from his face, just to find in front of him a tall slender girl with blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. Arnold blinked a couple of times then he noticed two things, a set of big blue eyes and an unibrow on top of them. Arnold tried to say something, greet her or anything but her wicked smile told him to stop. She was throwing and catching one blue balloon skillfully with her right hand. And just like that she threw the balloon straight to his face, splashing the already wet part.

And if that was the signal more balloons and sprays of water bombarded him. After a minute or two, he was soaked completely and dripping water from everywhere. The laughter continued as he looked up and removed his long mane from top of his eyes. There was the figure of Harold pointing at him, he was taller than him and also bulkier. Wearing a blue sweatshirt, baggy pants, white snickers and a blue cap. Next to him was none other that his personal childhood tormentor.

Arnold couldn't help but smile and take in her appearance. She was wearing a long sleeve shirt just ending below her elbows, black jeans and black flip-flops. On top of her head there was a real similar bow to the one he remembered, tying her ponytail. But the thing that caught his attention was that on her ears there was a pink rose on each earlobe. He was surprised, she had never wore earrings before.

"Hey Arnold!" she interrupted his thoughts "Take a picture, it would last longer!"

Everyone around laughed, he joined on the laugh as he rubbed his neck with his right hand and felt his cheeks slightly burning. Feeling a little uncomfortable at being caught staring. Arnold felt a hand on top of his shoulder, he looked up and found Gerald next to him.

"Come man, let's dry you up before you get all blue on me" Gerald said while pulling him to the aisle next to the room he was. Before exciting the room they encountered the owner of the place. It was a slender woman with a red tank top and a black skirt, along with red heels and a long black mane.

"Hey Rhonda, got any towels for my man here?"

"Sure, be right back" she said as she walked upstairs, leaving the two guys alone. It wasn't long before she walked down holding a yellow fluffy towel on her hands.

"Here you go" she said handing it to Gerald.

"Thanks doll" Gerald responded before taking the towel.

"No prob" she said before giving a couple of steps and turning over her shoulder "And Gerald?"

"Yes?" he said looking up.

"Don't call me doll" she said before walking away with her face lifted.

Gerald just shook his head and turned to his friend "Told you, she's still daddy's girl"

Arnold just snickered and took the towel, starting to dry up. Once he was finishing the last part of his hair he looked up and found his friend smiling warmly.

"It's good to have you back" Gerald commented as he patted his blonde friend on the back.

Arnold returned the smile as he looked over his shoulder to the living room, where in the middle of it were Harold whining and Helga pointing at him in a mocking tone as she barked in laugher. Apparently she had splashed him on his middle section, giving the appearance he just peed on himself. Arnold smiled as he half closed his eyes, staring the scene before him.

"Yeah…" he concluded as he kept on staring at the blond girl spraying the people around her and laughing wickedly.

A/N: So? How was it? I know it wasn't the reunion of slow motion, running to each other's arms while music played in the background. But cut me a break! I seriously doubt they could do that and personally I find it ridiculous and a tad cliché hehehehe I find this "gathering" more likely :D

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