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Troubled Times	By : Silent Pluto Category: +G through L > Hey, Arnold! Views: 12921 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Big trouble and Little Phoebe:

Watching Phoebe shake her eight ball like a lunatic helga quickly grabbed it away from her before she got frustrated and threw it across the room or something.
“Give me that. Shaking it like a mad woman won’t help whatever your problem is, phoebe.” Helga said setting it back on top her dresser, before she dug into it for her under clothes.
“Well, I figured that, but it wasn’t any help anyway, the bubbles kept blocking the messages.” Phoebe sighed.
“Well duh! You shook it to much!” Helga said while slipping into her panties under her robe. “Ugh, I’m so hungry!”
“Yeah me too! Hey, let’s go to IHOP.” Phoebe said happily jumping out of her seat.
Helga lifted an eyebrow, ‘Something’s really got you shook up phoebe. You wouldn’t miss breakfast at home just to rush here!’ she thought silently to herself.
“Yeah, whatever.” Helga said going into her closet to pull out some shorts and a pink tank top. Not noticing the door that led to her ‘special room’ was unlocked.
“Hey! Maybe I should call Arnold! He’d probably want to come too!” she suggested, excited at the idea of being with him again.
“No!” Phoebe jumped.
“Huh?” Helga pondered as she turned around, wondering why phoebe was acting so out of character, she usually would jump at the idea of Arnold being around, since as Gerald was almost definitely be by his side also.
“Let it just be us two for today. No boyfriends. You know, hang out? We haven’t done that in awhile.” Phoebe said quickly, milking on the last comment.
“*snort* You spent all your extra time with superfly that’s why!” Helga snickered.
“Well..yeah. I‘m sorry helga, but I really need to talk to someone about this, and you’re my best friend! And what I have to say pertains to him.” Phoebe said quietly.
“hmm. Ok, lemme hurry up so we can go. I’m starving!” Helga said as she quickly got herself ready to go.
As the girl’s were about to pass the living room, to the front door, Helga’s mother stopped them.
“Now where are you off to helga?” she asked coming up behind the girls.
“I’m going out with phoebe, duh.” Helga said rolling her eyes.
“I can see that, but you haven’t taken your medication this morning.” Miriam said sternly looking at her daughter.
“I will! Geez, Phebe’s and I are going to get some breakfast at the IHOP right now!” Helga said between her teeth, wanting everyone to leave her alone about the medication. But she really did forget about it, not that she was going to admit that to her mother! Her arm was still wrapped tightly with bandages, but helga had so much on her mind this morning she didn’t even give her injured arm a second thought.
“Ok, how about I drive you two. Just to make sure you get there on time to take your pills.” Miriam said grabbing her jacket and purse.
“Oh god! I don’t need a chauffeur, Miriam. We can get to the restaurant on our own!” Helga protested, looking at Miriam shrugging into her jacket that barely covered her yellow and pink pajama bottoms, and bunny slippers.
“I know. But this is what happens when you decide to sleep in most of the time, helga. You miss out on the morning.” Miriam drawled as she opened the front door letting in the sunrays, and warm air.
“She is right helga.” Phoebe said falling in step behind Mrs. Pataki.
“Oh bite me!” Helga growled, as they made their way to Miriam’s burgundy, Honda Civic.
After a 15 minute drive of interrogation (mainly about Helga’s daily routine on her injury), which helga cut short in saying she’ll cut the bandages off and show it to her mother so she can see for herself, they made it to their destination. Miriam turned slightly green remembering, the pictures of helga’s arm that were taken while she was under anesthesia, she had nearly screamed, but bob beat her to it.
“So spill!” Helga said after her and phoebe sat down at a table, and a waitress left after taking their orders.
“Uh…Helga….maybe.”
“Phoebe, you woke me up at 9 o’clock this morning-”
“Actually it was about 9:30!” Phoebe corrected drinking her orange juice.
“Fuck! It doesn’t matter! You call me early in the freaking morning! On a Saturday! You pop up at my house, like 10 minutes later-
“Actually-
“Doesn’t matter!! All that matters is you came to me for something! You drag me out of my house to have breakfast, as of which you are sooo paying for!” Helga exclaimed hotly, she would have rambled on as she usually did, but she heard phoebe sigh.
“Ok, what’s wrong phoebe.” helga said softly.
Phoebe wouldn’t meet helga’s searching eyes, nor did she open her mouth. All she did was tap the table with her fingertips. After first 3 minutes of glaring helga was about to explode. But then remembered doctor’s orders that she not over-exert herself.
“Phoebe, talk. Now!” she said biting off the last word.
“Ok…I cheatedongerald.” Phoebe said rushing the last part so fast that Helga didn’t understand it.
“Huh? Cheat? What game were you playing again?” Helga said drinking some of her orange juice.
“I said. I cheated on Gerald.” Phoebe said whispering the last part.
Helga almost choked on her orange juice before she took a deep breath and swallowed it.
“So?” she replied.
“Helga!” Phoebe said snapping her eyes to helga’s.
“What?” she shrugged. “You cheated on Gerald, big whoop there!”
“Helga he’s my boyfriend.” Phoebe sighed, as the waitress brought their breakfast.
“Whoohoo! Man I thought you’d never get back!” Helga gleamed at the waitress as if she saved her life from certain hell.
“Do you girl’s need anything else?” the waitress named ‘sue’ asked.
“No thanks, not unless you’ve got handcuffs because this one is a wild one!” Helga snickered.
“Helga!” Phoebe scolded, as the waitress went off the serve another table.
“Now where were we?” Helga said after stuffing a pancake in her mouth. “Oh yeah! You were messing around and didn’t tell me! I should be mad, being left out and all.”
“Well, there’s more to it than that helga.” Phoebe said putting salt and pepper on her eggs.
“Really? You slept with two different guys?! Man! I’ll give you 2 thumbs up for that.” Helga said, then actually giving her best-friend two thumbs up.
“I don’t see what’s the problem phoebe. I’m kind of surprised that you’d need to find love…or whatever outside your relationship with gerald, but who am I to judge right?”
“That’s just it helga. I…I..”
“You…You.. Cut the crap phebe’s this happens to people, apparently you needed some space… or whatever…*gasp* Are you pregnant!” Helga gasped.
“NO! Helga, I slept with another woman.” Phoebe shouted out with frustration, not noticing the eyes that turned to their table peering in the back of her head.
Helga froze. Staring at her friend that she’s known for years, as if she turned green and grew two antennae on her head.
“*sigh* I meant to tell you.” Phoebe breathed.
Then all of a sudden helga broke out in laughter.
“Huh, what’s so funny?” Phoebe asked, completely confused by her friends reaction to her news.
“You! Duh! Jokes on me right? Ha ha? Where’s the camera? Am I being punked? This is really stupid phoebe, you shouldn’t practice on me! But then again if you going to play this joke on gerald, I have to be there to see his face. Especially when the camera pops out! Oh! Oh! Where’s Ashton Klutcher?” Helga said standing up, noticing a lot of people were listening and were looking around for him hoping to be on TV.
“Now he’s hot! Even if he is married to demi moore. I think that is so gross! But different strokes for different folks right?”
“Helga, this isn’t a joke.” Phoebe said in a low voice, after noticing people were leaving their seats to look around the restaurant for the elusive Ashton Klutcher.
“I cheated on gerald with another girl, a couple of weeks ago.”
“Right, and my breast are DD sized.” Helga giggled at the thought.
“Helga I’m serious! God why won’t you believe me?” Phoebe wailed.
“Well maybe because it’s hard to believe phebe’s. But if you are serious about it then I guess I can play along.” Helga smiled.
“*sigh* Well, it started like this really, I met Lisa at the Halloween carnival last year.” Phoebe started.
“Oh yeah! I remember that one!” Helga said returning to her meal. Their high school held fairs and carnivals on certain holidays of the year, to raise money for various charities in the neighborhood. “Gerald got sick after eating a chili dog and decided to go on the Ferris wheel! Hah!” she laughed. Thanking god she wasn’t anywhere near the ride when that happened.
“Yeah, and he had to go home.” Phoebe said stuffing the French toast sticks in her mouth.
“Lisa, Lisa, hey I remember a Lisa. But only a Lisa Barnier, that Goth chic! *snort* What a freak!” Helga laughed.
“Yeah you nicknamed her “heifer.” Phoebe said in a small voice.
“Well yeah with all the black she was wearing, and her skin so pale, she reminded me of a cow! Hey how did you know that? I have her for English Lit. You don’t have that class the same hour I do, what gives?” Helga asked suspiciously. Remembering she never spoke of Lisa Barnier at any given time with her best-friend either, and Phoebe never mentioned Lisa Barnier before either. Usually as soon as she leaves the classroom all notions of Lisa was swept clean from her mind. ‘Who’d want to remember that?’ she thought.
“As I said, we met at the fair last October…And we got to know each other better.” Phoebe admitted.
“Oh my god! Phoebe no.” Helga said.
“Don’t forget your meds helga. So do you believe me now?” Phoebe asked.
Not taking her eyes off of phoebe, helga dug into her purse for her bottle of meds, opening it and then popping one in her mouth she then drunk her orange juice and turned back to what she believe was a complete disaster.
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