My Complete 180°

Remains Of Yesterday

"So Arnold what happened, at Helga's?" Gerald engaged Arnold's attention.

"Huh? Oh it was fine," Arnold said hesitant for an answer.

Gerald sat up from his couch in his room.

"Soo, what about Hilda?" Gerald trying to piss him off.

Arnold turned his head quickly. "Are you gonna keep asking me this?" He finally confesses. Gerald smirked. "Just tell me what you think about her, then i will stop talking about it." he reasures.

Arnold lifts an eyebrow, "swear,"

"Swear." Gerald says proudly.

"Well...when i first saw her, i couldn't help but go all goofy for her, the way her golden hair cascaded on her ears and silky felt shoulders. With her soft blue eyes that sparkle-"

"ARNOLD! Stop for a second. Just tell me how you felt not a whole paragraph on how she looks."Gerald scoffs.

Arnold rolled his eyes playfully.
"sorry..its just when i think about her, i hear this music." Arnold describes.

"Get a hold of yourself lover-boy, matter of fact, scratch what i said before! All that stuff is what you see, tell me what you know about her." He corrects himself.

"Well..well, there is this, no no..." Arnold suddenly speechless. "I guess i don't know a lot about her."

"Hmm." Gerald fully aware of his comment but lose eye contact.

"Which is why, i should get to know her first! Right..." Arnold swivels his chair to his desk.

He starts doing his homework that Gerald (so kindly collected for him) and started working. Throughout an hour of studying, and Gerald's nagging.

He pauses.

" I like her personality so far," he looks down at his pencil and swivels it left to right.

Gerald rolls his eyes and grins.
"Maybe you should just hook up with a girl for once in a lifetime man, if you keep stalling I'm a think you gay."
He laughs as Arnold shockingly sets a debate with him.

"I'm gonna leave a little early today," Gerald says out of nowhere.

"Why?" Arnold, urging him to reveal the secret love life he has with Phoebe, or Helga concurs.
"No reason," he sits up from the couch and heads out the door.

"Arnold, don't worry about it.  See ya tomorrow." He leaves.

Great, now I'm bored.

Arnold lays his head on the desk and breaths out heavily.
Maybe I should just hook up with a girl, huh.
He pondered over his suggestion countless times. Why now? He would ask himself.

Out of failure to keep himself busy, he gave in, desperate for self-comfort.

What's the harm? I'm only trying it out for today.
He opened his laptop and pressed eagerly to find a website.

"Soulmate.com?" He shook his head, " Nah, that sounds cheesy."
He searched for minutes, and nothing came to his eye. All websites had pictures of couples who looked cheery and phrases that sounded too poetic and meant to be.

BLING!

He jerked from the unexpected ad, slightly annoyed.
Stupid ads! Damn, you already have tv commercials, what else do you want from m-"

The illuminated box showed a picture of a small family, all dressed in white as if they were preparing for a wedding. The family was all huddled together in a hug. And written above them, the most beautiful gift.

Everything faded to a white background, only remaining, was colors of his deceased family members. With every step they took, colors surrounded there feet and smiles painted the sky.
Free and extravagant. Amazing. Planes soon covered the sky and were caged from the outside. The bars of the cage were undeniably hard to see through. That is until a recognizable pink bow blocked his view. Colors exploded in fireworks and planes broke through the cage. Everything was different.
"I only had one chance and I took it.."
A chance to start anew, with someone new. Someone like-

"I know when that hotline bling..

Arnold woke up to see he had fallen deeply into a nap. He fixed his eyes toward the laptop he rested his face on.
Drake?

An ad of him dancing to hotline bling.

How stupid will these ads get? Please save me!

Soulmate.com was still visible on his screen.

"Whatever, beggars can't be choosers." He confesses.
He quickly signs up.
And awaits for that special someone.