| Naked Hey Arnold Fanfiction |
Tears started to stream down Helga's face, Helga's heart was aching for the pain of thinking of Arnold.
There wasn't really a way to describe it, but suddenly Robert was starting to think about Rhonda in another light.
Gerald looked over his shoulder for a brief moment to make sure Phoebe was still at the bumper cars, but turned back quickly.
Arnold clicked the cordless phone off, and sprawled his arms out on the bed.
Gerald closed the door, leaving only and inch open to see his friend.
Gerald turned and rushed down the opposite way of the hall.
Rhonda came back from the bathroom with a large, white bottle in her hand.
Gerald was filled with seriousness, a rare site to Arnold.
Gerald sipped from a small orange juice box that came with his school lunch.
Because Arnold I hate her plain and simple.
Rhonda looked at Harold with new tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
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