The Alphabet is for Drabbles (A Hey Arnold! Fanfic)

Maid Of Honor

Phoebe couldn’t believe what she had just heard.

Her friend, her dear best friend, was getting married.

“Oh gosh congratulations! So tell me, tell me everything! How did he propose? Was it in a wonderful restaurant, with fancy music and all? Or was it near the lake, with a beautiful setting and flowers all around?”

“It was actually quite different than we always imagined, Phoebs.”

“Oh, how come?”

“For starters, he proposed right in front of the boarding house.”

  “You mean the old abandoned one?”

“The same. He then said that, because he’d already lost so many special things, he didn’t want to lose me too. So he knelt, said mushy things that tuned in well with the moment, and proposed.”

Somehow, Phoebe didn’t feel convinced that that was all there was to it. But she didn’t want to pry on such a private thing, either. And besides, she got to hear the next best thing right on that moment.

“Want to be my Maid of Honor?”

“I would be honored, no pun intended.”

They laughed, and kept on talking over a shared cup of coffee at Helga’s apartment, reminiscing over the old days and how much they missed them. Suddenly being struck with inspiration, Phoebe said, “So you finally got hold of that ice cream, huh?”

And they laughed again at their inner joke, thinking that things were about to get sweet indeed.