I'm unsure if I really want to have a romance between Torvald and Rhonda. There is another chapter with them since he does seem attracted to her.

Thanks for the reviews guy. :)

Before they left their separate ways, an impromptu party was held at the Sunset Arms. While some like Sasha have made their way to their destinations, it left most of the group there. Phoebe already left to her destination yesterday with Gerald following closely behind. Nadine left the day after that, and as others meandered away to each of their own places, Arnold and Helga just bid their family a good bye at the curb before they drove away.

It was strange to now be in this situation. So many have been together since pre-school, and now they must journey off to find more of themselves. Arnold could never help reflecting on his entire life to amount to this. While many of them said he had been adult for a long time with all the advice he has handed out over the years, Arnold wasn't that dense to realize that there was still more to learn. More to achieve in life. Looking over to Helga, she was one who definitely had to grow up very quickly in her own life. She was one of the braver people he will ever know.

"You nervous?" Arnold inquired in order to quell is own nerves down.

"Yes, but no meaning I am accustomed to moving around quite a bit. I'm just not use to leaving home." Helga hoped he understood her drift. "I'm nervous about college if that is what you are curious about."

"I am. I get the whole home thing. At least we are together. After all this I hope to work beside you out there."

"Let's see, I could be a journalist or an editor, but I'm not fond of fixing other people's mistakes in the english language. Talk about tedious. Also as a journalist I may have some adventures, but then again I know I will get more inspiration being out there." Kissing his cheek, Helga turned his head to face her so she can nuzzle his nose. "You just want us to be like your parents in a way."

Taking her hand he kissed it. "Ancient Architecture set to poetry. I believe it will get far more readers when they are automatically drifting off into that world. Can you imagine it?"

"You have to much faith in me."

Kissing the tip of her nose, Arnold pressed his forehead against hers. "And don't you forget it."

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In October, Gerald was invited to a Halloween bash at one of the frat houses. He regularly studied, held a job as a waiter, spoke to Phoebe over the computer every friday. On friday he spoke to her, and on Saturday he attended the party with a couple of guys he made friends with. His dorm mate was off on his regular weekends stay over with his girlfriend always leaving Gerald with the room alone. It was nice and silent with him gone since that guy was normally a snorer.

As he approached the frat house with his new friends, Gerald couldn't believe the noise level in there. Phoebe wouldn't of enjoyed it. She was fine with parties only if they weren't this loud. Gerald just rolled with it. Stepping inside the place, all he could see was scantily clad girls here and there. Some guys wore costumes while others, like himself, didn't. Gerald headed to the bar which was the last thing he would remember that night.

In the morning, he woke up with a girl laying next to him in a slutty catwoman costume. Gerald gasped and jerked leaving the girl to mumble completely incoherent under her breath. He glanced down to see their clothes on, but it lead him to wonder what happened? He needed to wake the girl up through his cotton mouth phase.

"Uh hello?" The girl groaned. He had to try again. "Um you need to wake up."

"You my new boyfriend." The girl spoke a bit more clearer making him rock the bed so much that the girl gave him a bit of a glare. "What's your problem?"

"My problem? I woke up next to a girl that I don't even know and who is obviously not my girlfriend." Gerald felt insulted by her attitude. "Who are you?"

"You don't remember? Well you were pretty wasted."

When she rolled over her top showed more cleavage than he was comfortable with leading him now to get off his bed. "Of course I don't remember! If I remembered I would of said no to anything. I have a girlfriend that I've been crazy about since I was 9."

"Oh don't worry your pretty little head about that. We just kissed then we walked back here where we kissed some more. I wanted more but you passed out."

Seeing her roll over back to her side, Gerald had to get her to leave. "Look, I don't know you and that was a huge mistake. You need to leave here now."

Rolling back over to glare at him once more, the girl cursed at him for using her before slamming the door closed behind her. Gerald shuffled back to his bed to crash down upon it. He couldn't believe that happened. What was in those drinks? Picking up his phone he dialed, Arnold. "Arnold! Did I wake you?"

"Yeah, you do know about the time difference between where you are located and where we are, don't you?" Arnold growled out while leaving the sanctity of his warm bed.

Seeing the time he woke up at, Gerald immediately told him how sorry he was. "I know it's early, but I really need your advice."

Trying to get as far from the bedroom area proved impossible in a studio leaving Arnold to hope that Helga will remain sound asleep. "What do you need?"

Quickly, he told him about the party he went to last night. He told him he didn't remember anything past the first drink. "So in the morning I woke up with some strange girl in a slutty catwoman outfit in my bed."

Is he still asleep? Arnold hoped he was. "Repeat that again." He requested slowly. When Gerald repeated it, Arnold was livid. "How could you do that to, Phoebe?"

"The girl told me we only kissed, but I have no clue why she called me her boyfriend. Oh god I hope I didn't ask her to be my girlfriend." Punching his leg, Gerald hated himself. "I can't believe I did this to Phoebe."

"Well you did say that after the first drink you didn't remember what happened after. It is possible the drinks were spiked with something. Probably ecstasy." Arnold figured. "You know you'll have to tell Phoebe the truth." Right then, Helga stepped into the living area with her arms crossed over her chest. "Seriously you have to tell her because soon Helga will know."

"Know? How will she know?" Gerald started to pace like a wild pack animal.

"Because I'm a lousy liar, and she is standing here right now." Arnold informed him. "Tell Phoebe today, Gerald."

"Or else your wife will. Ugh I hate myself." Gerald was filled with self-loathing. "Why am I such an idiot?"

"The thing is, Gerald, someone obviously tainted those drinks to do this to other people. Could you imagine all the other hell it created." Arnold watched at how Helga left to the bathroom. She'll want Gerald's head for hurting, Phoebe.

Tracing his finger over Phoebe's picture, Gerald hoped they could recover from this. "Yeah, I'll do it today. I hope she doesn't break up with me because of this."

"You never know, Gerald. Just call me later, but not late at night. I may love you like a brother, but even I have my limits." Arnold warned. Hearing a good bye from Gerald, he hung up to head back to their bedroom.

Gerald started to chew at his nails as he hoped that Phoebe wouldn't break it off with him.

Arnold was surprised that Helga didn't fly off the handle, but to see her stand there in silence, he spotted her thinking about murder. He told her what Gerald said, and she didn't interrupt at all. She just stood there with her eyes narrowing more and more. He hoped he never ever pissed her off in their lifetime. Getting peeved is one thing, but her really angry was a frightening thing to come across.

At Harvard, Phoebe was surprised with getting another call from Gerald. Being happy to place her own work down for a little while, Phoebe answered the video call to find an upset Gerald. Something didn't settle in her stomach quite right, so after their initial greeting, Gerald told her what happened last night to what he discovered next to him in bed. Phoebe felt the sting of betrayal in spite of the fact of him not remembering anything after one drink. She thought this wouldn't actually happen between them, but now it just left her hanging up the call after telling him she needed to think. Her dorm mate made a comment about cheating bastards, but she couldn't listen to someone she really didn't know. Opting for air, Phoebe grabbed her stuff, and left for a walk.

Hearing her cell go off, Helga spoke to Phoebe listening to her tell her what happened. In some small way, Helga could understand Phoebe's behavior on this. If he couldn't remember anything after one drink, then there was no way he did this willingly, but on the other hand it left you to wonder if he will do it again. Seeing Arnold emerge out of the bathroom after his own shower, he knew it was Phoebe on the line.

Trying to take a deep cleansing breath in, Helga had to say something. "I do understand that you are confused, Pheebs. He kissed another girl. The thing is if he was drugged it means more than just he was drugged. He was acting out against his own free will."

"What if this happens again without the aid of alcohol? I can't leave this to chance, Helga. I'm perplexed in what I should do." Phoebe was now leaning against a tree wishing to stem any tears away.

"He would never intentionally hurt the girl that he loves for so long. You know you are the only one to make this decision. I hear the doubt and also the certainty in your voice. You need to point yourself to the right one." Closing her eyes, all she could do is feel her pain. All the fears that Phoebe had were starting to play out. Right now she needed to think of herself.

"What if it is the wrong one?" Phoebe also heard her own friend's hesitance in replying to her question. She would be too.

"When it is true between you, than you shall know." Helga let out her own shuddering breath to mirror her own friend. "Remember this is up to you. I know it sounds lame, but it is."

"I know. I just need to think now. I love you."

"I love you too, Pheebs. Call me again if you need to talk again."

"I will. Bye for now." Phoebe hung up feeling odd in this state.

Helga threw her phone back as Arnold came to her side to wrap her up in his arms. "I'm doubting what I said to her."

Feeling the teardrops against him, Arnold held her even more. Helga held such strong empathy to the ones she deeply cares about. He is the same way too. "Helga, what you said to her was said correctly. This is just one of those situations that isn't easy."

Feeling him kiss her on the top of the head, Helga could only nod her head there. "I hope this never happens to us."

"I have a relationship with, Swan and this beautiful wife of mines, Helga. You will always be enough and everything to me." Lifting her up to place her in his lap, Arnold just wanted to really fully wrap his arms around her. "I know people say these things, but I know that you'll always be the one for me."

Helga knew he was right. He did still have virtue. She felt bad for her sister/friend who held a decision right now on the fate of her own relationship.

Not sure if I mentioned it but Helga and Arnold are attending Stanford.

Sid, Harold, Stinky, Brainy will be attending Hillwood College. Rhonda is obviously going to Paris to study. Everyone else I never decided where they are going. Derp.

I did flash forward the Gerald and Phoebe part a bit as you can see.