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Finding your Feet	By : DancingBear Category: +G through L > Hey, Arnold! Views: 13192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold, nor any of the characters. I do not, and will not make any money from this story. (Original creator: Craig Bartlett)

Chapter List
- 1-Finding your Feet
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- 4-5
- 5-6
- 6-7
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- 8-9
- 9-10
- 10-11
- 11-12
- 12-13
- 13-14
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Arnold scrubbed his hair vigorously with his towel, grinning to himself. He was tired, exhausted really, but happy. He had done really well, upping his weight on all of his exercises… even the squat, which was the one he had the most trouble with.

He was humming to himself when Ben came in. "Hey man!" He grinned, looking up briefly from rolling on his liner.

"Hey!" Ben smiled, crossing to his locker. "I finished Firefly… just gotta watch Serenity now."

"You like it?"

Ben laughed. "I loved it. I might go buy the DVD's myself. Jayne is awesome."

"Pass them to Emma when you're done… she said she liked the sound of it." Arnold pulled a sock on over his liner. It was feeling kinda tight, which was to be expected after a work out… but his thighs were getting larger, too… there was muscle definition there that wasn't there before.

"Yeah? And when did Emma tell you that?" Ben's voice was light, mocking.

Arnold baulked. "Uh… I…"

Ben laughed, shaking his head. "It's OK man… you think I would have asked you to come to dinner with us if I wasn't OK with you two hooking up?" He sighed, grinned. "It's kinda weird, setting my sister up… but you don't seem like a complete douchebag."

"Uh… thanks?" Arnold had no idea what to say. He and Emma were hardly hooking up. They had been to lunch, once, and out for coffee. They hadn't so much as held hands.

Ben rifled though his gym bag, putting his mp3 player away and pulling out a clean towel. "You coming to dinner?" He pushed the release button on the side of his right leg, slipping his stump out with a hissing noise. Arnold watched, a little fascinated. Ben had one of the suction legs, whereas Arnold had this weird mechanical pin mechanism holding the prosthetic to a liner that gripped his stump. He was kinda jealous… although he only had himself to blame. He needed to get a permanent leg… if he had just concentrated on keeping up his muscle mass, he could have had one of the suction ones too.

He shook his head, realising he had been gawking instead of answering Ben's question. "Nah, I'll keep out of your hair tonight."

"Oh, so generous of you… letting me see my sister n' all." Ben rolled his eyes. "Seriously though, it's no big deal if you do want to join us. We'll probably make it an early one."

Arnold shook his head. "It's OK. I'm heading over to a friends place anyway. We'll probably just get pizza… watch some old X Files or something."

"Alright… well, seeya next week."

"Yeah, seeya man." Arnold stood to slot his stump into his leg, putting a finger though the little guide hole so he could align the pin properly. He leaned down, waited for it to click into place…

"Arnold!" He was just walking out the front doors when he heard Emma call his name. He grinned as he turned to meet her.

"Hi! I was wondering if I'd bump into you." He put his arms out as she came trotting up to him, her little face beaming. Without even the slightest hesitation, she stepped into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing him. She made the sweetest little noise, a cute kind of grunt, a satisfied sound. He smiled...

"You aren't coming to dinner with us?" She kept her arms around his neck, leaning back so that she could see his face, but she was still pressed against him, from hip to knee.

He ran his gaze down her… she was so pretty. It was the perfect word for her. The V necked top she wore showed just a hint of cleavage, but nothing obvious… her hair was in a ponytail, her lips were glossy… and her big blue eyes… "Uh, no, sorry." He smiled, squeezed her a little, making her grin. "Gerald and I are doing our thing."

She nodded, wriggling out of his arms, still smiling. "Sounds exciting! I hope your thing involves car chases and racketeering."

"On screen, maybe… we're pretty tame in real life though." His hand snaked out to touch her elbow. "You wanna go out tomorrow night?"

"I'm working tomorrow night… shift work n' all." She shrugged, her hair bouncing against her back.

"Sunday night then? Are you free?" He stepped a little closer to her… her eyes widened. "Can I take you out? Dinner and a movie?"

She was blushing. "Um… I think I'm free Sunday, yeah." Her eyes dipped from his, she looked so suddenly shy. He liked it… he liked having that effect on her. He liked that he could still affect anyone, let alone such a pretty girl.

"I'll call you." He smiled, turning to leave.

She nodded. "OK." He looked back, she grinned, waved…

He was still smiling to himself when he got to Gerald's place… she was just so easy to talk to… he almost felt like a normal person, flirting with a girl…

…

… He kissed her goodnight.

They were standing in front of her building, in a puddle of hazy orange light. She looked up at him, nervous, her hands by her sides. "Well, um… goodnight Arnold… thanks for…" she trailed off, smiling shyly.

He stepped forwards, put his arms around her waist. She was blushing, her hands came up and lay flat on his chest, ran up to join behind his head. "Goodnight." He smiled. He felt oddly confident, his eyes taking her in, every detail… how a few strands of hair fell over her left eye, the little scar on her nose from an old piercing, the last smudges of red lipstick that stained her lips.

He gazed into her eyes, watching them widen briefly as he bent down, leaning towards her. He could feel her arms tighten around his neck as her eyelids fluttered shut. He pressed his lips to hers, softly.

She sighed against him, a sweet little noise.

He pulled away, just enough so he could see her eyes again, drink them in as she opened them to look at him. She smiled. "I… I would ask you up… but… um…"

He shook his head. "It's OK… You go upstairs, I'll see you later." He kissed her again – briefly – and let her go.

She nodded, smiling that shy smile. "Goodnight Arnold."

"'Nite, Emma."

…

He replayed that moment over and over in his head. Lying on his back, the sheets a tangle at the foot of the bed, his hand in his boxers… he pictured her sweet little face, tilting up to meet him as he bent to kiss her.

Those eyes… those big, deeply blue eyes. He couldn't help it, he felt awful about it, but in that second when her eyes were all he could see… he had almost thought she was someone else.

He had wanted her to be someone else.
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