CHAPTER 39

INTERVIEW

Arnold and G decided that they were going to do their homework assignment from Mr. Simmons class in the living room, with backpacks and all, they both grabbed some snacks and sat next to each other

"What is your full name?" asked G with a straight face, knowing very well that soon she will be asked the same question

"This has got the be the easiest and funnest homework I have had in a while", thought Arnold "Arnold Phil Shortman" he answered "and yours is?"

"Ughhh this is already hard, I never imagined it to get crappier than that crappy love book" thought G with a face full of hatred "It's G you know that" she answered

"haha I know, but what's your full name?"

"It's, It's" G looked around to get ideas but her mind was going blank

Arnold raised an eyebrow "must be something embarrassing"

and in that instant an idea clicked in "It's... It's Gouda Cheese"

Arnold's eyes widened, "what kind of parents would name their child Gouda Cheese?" he then tried not to show any expression that could offend her "Oh, okay" he then wrote it down, G noticed this and couldn't help but chuckle a bit as he asked "When is your Birthday?"

"March 26th" replied G not giving much thought into it, still thinking about how sweet Arnold can be a times "Oh, and if anybody... and I mean anybody, finds out my full name, you will pay" she declared

Arnold smiled, "Don't worry your secret is safe with me" he then cleared his throat "your Birthday is March 26th?"

"yep" said G "the day when I finally get my freedom"

Arnold had nothing to say, he just kept on staring at her

"what?" asked the dark-haired Girl in irritation, his stare was too strong for her liking

"it's just that, your birthday is in the same day as someone very dear to me" smiled the Football-Headed boy

"Oh" replied G softly, kicking herself for messing up on that one, and what's up with the someone really dear to him? "anyway" she cleared her throat "when is your birthday?"

"It's October 7th" he answered "and on to the next question, what's your favorite Color?"

"I don't have a favorite color" shrugged G

"ah please, you're making this hard for me" he joked "just choose one"

"just write down any color football... Football Face"

Arnold stopped his smiling; he remembered at how she and Wolfgang were hanging out earlier today "Please don't call me that"

G held her hands up in defense "Oh, alight alright" Not that she wanted to call him that in the first place anyway

Arnold looked down "I'm sorry it's just that... Do you and Wolfgang have a thing going on?"

G raised an unseen eyebrow and scoffed "I would have a thing with Curly before I'd ever have a thing with Wolfgang"

"Didn't you have a thing with Curly?" asked Arnold

"Pffft no" you believe rumors too easily, said the Girl feeling a certain vibe from the boy

Arnold nodded a bit relived to hear that, Rumors, Rumors was to blame for all his suffering in the first place, he didn't witness her and Curly that day, but what he did witness was her and Wolfgang being too close for his comfort

"Hey" said G as she waived her hand in front of his non-blinking eyes "You know Kid, you're acting kinda weird"

Arnold furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at his interview assignment and answered the color question for G

G peeked and wrinkled her nose in disgust when she read the color that he wrote; "Do I look like the pink lover kind of person to you?"

Arnold shrugged "you don't have to look a certain way to like the color pink G"

"erase that, I don't like pink"

Arnold smirked and erased it "awww but pink is such a nice color, I bet you would look really nice if your wore it"

"I look good right now, there's nothing to change about that" said G as she tried to hold in a smile, "just put green, the color my good ol' friends Franklin, Washington, and even Lincoln like to wear"

Arnold shook his head disapprovingly and wrote green in, "okay, my favorite color is Blue"

"but I thought you liked pink" said G as she wrote blue in

Arnold smiled "I like it, especially since a friend of mine used to wear it all the time"

"really?" asked G, wanting but not wanting to know more at the same time

"yeah" sighed Arnold in memory, "she always looked so beautiful in it, her name was Helga"

G didn't even want to know what was up with the boy in front of her, all she knew was that she wanted to get this assignment over with, and as fast as she could, why couldn't she just cut the conversation short "So what's your Favorite song?"

"my favorite song is Your Eyes, by Dino Spumoni, have you heard it?" asked the Boy

"Honestly I haven't" said G

"it's from his new Album, you can borrow it if you want" laughed Arnold

"Don't worry about it, I'm not much into music"

"oh okay" paused Arnold so what's YOUR favorite song?"

"Like I said" responded G "I don't listen to music, put anything"

"Fine" said Arnold as he wrote down Your Eyes on his sheet "looks like we have something in common" he said as he showed G the paper

G rolled her unseen eyes and was just glad that this was almost over "What is your funniest memory?"

Arnold didn't answer he simply pulled his backpack up close and began to empty it, he pulled out a couple of notebooks, his binder, and a familiar-looking pink book

G squinted her eyes, hoping that that pink book wasn't what she thought it was

"AHA! Found it" stated Arnold, interrupting G's observations

G took her eyes off the pink object and looked at what Arnold was holding, it was a CD, "you just have to listen to it please" asked the boy with a little spark in his eye

Normally G would not agree, but since she wanted to see if that Pink Notebook was what she thought it was, the Girl found herself nodding approvingly

The football-headed boy smiled "Cool, I'll go put it on right now" he got up and left

As soon as his back was turned the girl reached for the book and opened it, and to her horror, it was what she thought it would be "How did he get a hold of my last one, the one that started with a simple kiss that made my dreams coming true, yet the one that ended with my life crashing down to pieces"

She held it there, horrified, it never crossed her mind that she would even see it again, too deep into her thoughts, G didn't notice the music that was playing in the background and that Arnold was standing right in front of her"

With open-notebook in hand and all, G jumped in surprise, she couldn't move, all she could do was stare dumbly at the boy before her

Arnold shut his eyes tightly and gently took the book away from her hands, he than began to caress the cover softly "this is private" he whispered in an off tone that G has never heard come out from his voice before

All G could do was sit there an nod, "I…"

"it's okay" said Arnold as he began to put the pink object away "I guess that this now makes us even"

G raised an unseen eyebrow "right, can't forget how you were going though my blood test" she said not that it was his things to begin with anyway, "so" said the Girl as she held up her sheet, "what's your favorite memory?"

Arnold blushed and held his cheek while trying not to laugh hysterically "you go first"

G was relieved to see his mood change for the better, at least this stupid assignment was good for something, she smirked and bit her lip as not to laugh like a mad woman "Once a few of my guys and I were thinking about hitting this one Jewelry Store"

G looked over at Arnold and felt the glare of one of those Witch accusers in the Salem Witch Trials "ahem" she cleared her throat "did I say hit, I mean play a prank on this one Jewelry store"

Arnold just kept glaring at her and said "right"

"anyway, I was picking the lock but since it was a kind of lock that I've never picked before it took more time, and the boys were getting really impatient with me"

with his elbow resting on his leg, and his palm supporting his cheek Arnold stopped his accusation glare and began to stare with interest

"so when I FINALLY opened the door, I hear a big crash, I looked over only to see one of the guys named Loco getting hit on the head with the same brick he tried to throw at the window hahaha" G Held her Stomach as to stop the pain, as crazy as her life was with those boys, she did have her unforgettable moments once in a while "hahaha that's what he gets for being impatient with me hahaha, who knew that store was secured with plexy glass"

Arnold himself started to laugh, G looked like a different person when she laughed, and that made him happy

The Girl sighed "okay, so what's your funny memory"

"When I was a boy there used to live a girl who liked to pick on me every single day"

G began to feel a knot on her throat, normally if anyone talked about her she would just storm out, but this was Arnold, the same football-headed boy who she once loved endlessly

"and Gerald hated it when she did that" he laughed, "so then one day, Grandpa gave me this box that temporarily blinds people on April fools day, I didn't want to use it but G, she knew how to push my buttons, I pulled the prank on her, but it only ended up being on myself because she acted as if she was blind on me, and I felt so guilty that I had to be her slave for the whole day without even knowing it" he laughed

G smirked, "you asked for it", she said to herself

"and then she pulled me down the pool with her" laughed Arnold

Both teens were laughing like maniacs when Arnold finished

"hey, what are you silly kids doing here laughing without me?" asked Grandpa as he walked in the room

"I was just telling G about that box you lent me on April fools day when I was in fourth grade"

"oh right, I remember that he-he, do you need to borrow it again? we could test it on Oskar to see if it still works or not"

"No, I don't even want to get near that thing ever again" answered Arnold "just imagine me carrying Oskar across the street"

The three threw a fit of laughter once Arnold said that

Grandpa laughed "oh before I forget, G, you had a call from an old friend of yours, I believe his name was Stick, or was it Smick?"

G stood up immediately "you mean Slick?"

"yeah, yeah, that's the name"

"when did he call?" asked the girl with desperation in her voice, G needed to talk to Slick, but she was usually the one who did the calling, whenever he called her, it meant that something bad was going to happen

"around six-o-clock I think" said the elderly man

Leaving the two behind with confused expressions on their faces, the dark-haired girl sighed and walked away without a word, hoping that the bad feeling in her stomach would go away soon

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