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2016-11-25
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Pushed to the Back

Summary:

Gerald grinned at phoebe, and she gave him a small smile back.
suddenly, a perfectly aimed spitball flew past Gerald and hit Arnold square in the neck.
he flinched, turned around, (annoyed) to stare at the girl with the blonde pigtails.
she glared at him.
"what?"
he simply rolled his eyes at her, turning back around in his seat.
another spitball flew past Gerald.
she always hit him directly.
they were timed, too, every 8 minutes or so. sometimes Arnold would flinch even before she hit him.
it was a routine they had gone through for the past 6 years, ever since first grade when Helga figured out how to make spitballs.
Gerald was sick and tired of it.
another spitball. whack.
"quit it!" "what?!"
another one. whack.
whack.
then Gerald got a brilliant idea. he counted the seconds, then held his book up at the exact moment Helga launched the spitball.
it hit the book.

Chapter 1: The Plan

Chapter Text

Gerald grabbed his bag from his locker as he halfheartedly listened to arnold rant about Helga being mean to him.

He sighed and shook his head.

"Man, if you don't like her, then DO something about it."

Arnold stared at the ground.

"i'm just trying to ignore her."

Gerald didn't really want to say what he knew they both were thinking: that never really worked.

He noticed Phoebe putting books into her backpack across the hall. She was talking to Helga, though it looked like Helga was doing most of the talking.

Gerald grinned. Phoebe had to be the cutest girl in school.

Arnold kept talking but at this point Gerald didn't hear a word he said.

"Hey, Arnold, i'm gonna go talk to phoebe, okay?"

Arnold rolled his eyes then smiled at his friend.

"sure, Gerald."

Phoebe gave him a huge smile as he walked up to her.

"Hey there, Phoebe. can i walk you home?"

She put her hand in front of her mouth and for a second gerald thought she was going to turn down his offer. but she grinned again and told him, 

"sure!"

Arnold and Helga followed them, purely to try and talk to their respected "best friends."

but somehow, they ended up arguing for the umpteenth time that day.

Gerald and Phoebe walked ahead.

"I'm getting sick of this."

Gerald pointed behind him.

Phoebe nodded.

She bit her lip.

"but, Gerald, please don't tell anyone this... but.."

He turned to look at her.

"Helga like-likes arnold."

Gerald stood there for a second, then he started laughing.

"oh, that was a good one, Phoebe! hahahahahah!"

she glared at him.

"I'm not kidding."

she nodded to them bickering.

"she just doesn't want anyone teasing her. and she doesn't want to be turned down by arnold."

Gerald kept walking, and shoved his hands in his pocket.

"yeah, well arnold's been talking about her night and day. he called me last night at 3 in the morning! that boy is insane i tell you."

"i think he's in denial."

"i can ask him. i'm just sick of this-"

again he motioned to Helga and arnold, who were now yelling louder at each other.

"maybe we could get them together."

"it would stop this nonsense."

"you in?"

 "certainly, gerald."