The Patakis

Curly Crisis

"So what are we gonna do about him?" I asked Arnold a few minutes later. I was gathering the rest of my stuff so I could go home. Arnold turned to me holding a few of my books that he persisted in carrying them anyways.

"Do what about who?" Arnold asked in innocent tone.

"Wolfgang, Arnold you know what I'm talking about." I said.

"I don't see why this concerns me." Arnold stated bluntly.

"I know you don't care for the guy Arnold. Neither do I but we can't just leave him there." I replied.

"I hate what that bastard did to you. He deserves everything he got! I wish I could have kicked his ass some more."
Arnold growled.

"I know Arnold, but still..." I said.

Arnold looked at me, clearly he was frustrated. He put his hands through his hair and gripped it a bit.

"Ugh fine, just text one of his friends to pick him up or something." Arnold said angrily.

"Okay." I replied as I quickly punched in the text to send to his friends.

After I was done I turned to look up at Arnold. His face held a look of irritation. I smiled at him and poked his cheek.

"Ah come on Arnold, don't tell me you wouldn't have helped him out at least a little?" I teased.

"Nope not him at least." Arnold said as he scrunched up his nose.

I laughed and pat him on the back.

"Glad to see you care for me." I teased again.

I saw Arnold blush,then he turned his head in the other direction.

"I was just joking with you." I said before he cut me off.

"Of course I care about you Helga." Arnold said when he slowly looked at me. I blushed and stared up at him. He cares about me? Arnold must have realized what he said because he then quickly added.

"I mean because your my friend! Friends care about friends right?" Arnold said quickly.

I was at a loss for words, it was seriously that shocking and adorable. I can't believe he was acting so shy and cute. I giggled softly.

"Sure Arnold." I laughed.

Arnold just blushed even more while I continued to at laugh at him. I stopped when I felt my phone vibrate while my ringtone rang from my jacket. I reached for it then looked at the caller ID. It read Rhonda's name.

"Hello?" I said as I answered my phone.

"Helga I have a serious crisis!" Rhonda yelled.

"Let me guess another Curly crisis?" I said casually.

"Of course, but this isn't just like the regular ones this one is beyond terrible!" Rhonda yelled dramatically.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Two words Fashion Impaired." Rhonda said.

I was kinda lost for a bit until I remembered.

"Oh you mean Jackie?" I said.

"Yes that witch is just waiting for me to rip her face off. I don't even care if I break my nails in the process!" Rhonda yelled again.

"Woah she must have really pissed you off in order to make you not care about messing up your nails." I said shocked.

"Oh you wouldn't believe it." Rhonda growled.

I saw Arnold look over at hearing me say pissed off. He gave me a look, and mouthed the words "is everything okay?" I just shook my head a little and signaled for him to hold on a minute.