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Match Maker

Chapter 5

Aurora stared at Arnold, now standing behind a dumpster with his entire expression clearly showing his discomfort. She blinked at him, an eyebrow raised. "So let me get this straight... Because Alan is my friend, you want me to tell him NOT to talk to Helga?"

Arnold flushed a little, but stood his ground. "That's right."

Aurora blinked, an eyebrow still raised. "And you're SURE you don't have feelings for Helga?"

Arnold flushed deeper, nodding his head slightly. "I-I don't know. But this doesn't mean I do. I'm just looking out for Helga's best interests."

Aurora stared at him. "And you're going to do this by putting her in a bubble, and not letting her make friends with anyone of the male gender..." She said slowly, staring at him intently.

Arnold took a deep breath, not sure how to respond to that exactly. He nodded slowly, letting out a slightly drawn out, unsure, "Yeeeeees..."

Aurora blinked, looking away now. "I didn't think the results would come this quickly." She muttered to herself.

"What?" Arnold asked.

Aurora shook her head, looking back at him. "Nothing. But, dude, face it, you like her."

Arnold frowned a little. "You don't know that."

Aurora stared at him incredulously. "You gotta be kiddin' me! You're standing here telling me you don't have feelings for the girl, right after telling me to 'call off the troops'?" She shook her head in amazement. "Arnold, you're amazing!"

Arnold frowned, crossing his arms in slight indignation. "No."

Aurora raised a finger high up. "But yes!" She threw her arm around his shoulders, looking off into the distance. "Face it, kid. You're now livin' in the world of singing birds and flying unicorns!"

"I am not!"

Aurora huffed, throwing her arm off of him in exasperation. "You're impossible! How can one person be so in denial?" She asked incredulously, raising her voice slightly.

Arnold shook his head, his arms still crossed over his chest. "I am not in denial!"

Aurora rolled her eyes, staring at him with wide, incredulous eyes. "Man, I really didn't think it was this bad! Do you realize how much I want to hit you right now?"

Arnold frowned, turning away from her now and preparing to walk away.

Aurora's eyes flamed slightly as she grabbed him by his shoulder and turned him back around to face her. "Don't you walk away from me, young man!"

"We're the same age!"

Aurora opened her mouth to reply, but stopped right then, now cursing herself mentally. 'Blasted, no good, idiotic, abhorrent, crummy, undeserving-!' She stopped herself with a shake of her head, attempting to get back on track. She cleared her throat, keeping her hand on his shoulder to make sure he didn't try to get away again. "Now, listen," She began, trying to be patient with him. "I'm not quite sure what's going on in that scarily large cranium of yours, but whatever it is, it's lying to you. You're lying to yourself. And I haven't been here that long, but seeing how in denial you are and how stubborn you're being is already starting to frustrate me... And my back hurts from this constant bending down to talk to you." She straightened herself out, a hand behind her back trying to push her spine back into place. "But basically what I'm getting at, is that you clearly like Helga, and everyone knows it, EXCEPT," She raised a finger in the air. "You." She ended flatly, her previously raised finger now being lodged in his face.

He stared at her finger cross-eyed, his brain rushing with ideas and fears. He took a firm step back, away from her, and slowly lowered her finger. "Look, maybe you're right and maybe you're not, but I don't know. All I'm asking is that you-"

Aurora sighed heavily, interrupting him. "Yeah, I know. Get Allan to leave Helga alone." She smirked inwardly at her next words. "BUT unfortunately, I have no control over whether or not one of my friends likes Helga. And since clearly you aren't going to take action in your own feelings, I don't see any problem with Helga getting a little outside action." She grinned. "Besides, it's not like they're getting married." She walked past him, muttering purposely loud enough for him to hear just as she passed him, "Yet." She smirked to herself, not bothering to look back at his expression as she made her way back over to her friends.

Arnold stood there, his eyes just slightly wide.

Well...

What an interesting day.

(A/N: Okay, that's pretty much the end of the day, but there was ONE other interesting thing that took place before the final bell... *Snickers*)

BONUS! OMG!

Aurora grabbed hold of the girl's wrist, pulling her through the portal rather easily this time. She grinned at the girl mischievously, receiving the same look back. Her brown hair was about medium length, and her brown eyes glinted just a tiny bit evilly.

Aurora grabbed the girl's hand, shaking it slowly. "Mickey. Ya ready?"

Mickey grinned, shaking the girl's hand back. "Oh yeah. This is going to be fun."

Aurora peeked around the corner of the hall, observing a certain raven haired psychopath making his way down the hall, as Mickey saw yet another jet black bob top heading down the hall, her nose crammed into a fashion magazine. They both looked back at each other, silent understanding rising in their eyes.

Mickey ran down the one side of the hall, grabbing Rhonda by the arm and pulling away with great urgency, "Rhonda! There's an emergency! Quick! Come with me!"

Rhonda stumbled after her, struggling to keep up and dropping her magazine in their rush. "Emergency? What kind of emergency?"

"The important kind!" She shouted back simply, still dragging her down the hall.

Meanwhile, Aurora walked up to Curly casually, who glanced at her curiously as she addressed him, "Curly," She nodded to him in greeting, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes half-lidded.

Curly stood in front of her, his own arms crossed over his chest. "Aurora," He nodded back to her.

Aurora leaned slightly closer to him, a smooth smile coming to her face. "Did ya hear?"

Curly blinked, though you couldn't see that he did behind his glasses. "Hear what?" He inquired.

Aurora grinned. "There's craft stuff in the art closet."

Curly stared at her a moment. "And why should this concern us?"

"Glitter, paper, glue, markers, crayons, macaroni, construction paper..." She elaborated, her hazel eyes shining.

Curly's eyes widened a bit. "My gosh. You're right! We must obtain those items now!" He instantly began rushing off in the direction of the art room, not even bothering to look back and see if she was following.

Aurora stood there a moment, before she looked to the camera and shrugged with a smile. "It's a nut thing." And with that, she rushed down the hall after him.

A Few Minutes Later

Mickey and Rhonda arrived first in the art room, but before either could get a word out, Curly and Aurora both burst through the door. As soon as Aurora and Mickey made eye contact, they both grinned and grabbed both Rhonda and Curly and threw them into the already opened up craft closet, then locking the door and even throwing a few chairs in front of it for good measure (Or maybe they were just being paranoid, they weren't really sure).

Once the deed was done, the two raced over to an air vent a few feet away from the actual closet, and crammed their ears up against it, listening intently.

"AGH! What is the meaning of this?"

"I don't know, my precious. But it would seem that we've been tricked."

"Tricked?"

"Yes."

"But I can't be tricked! Don't they know who I AM? I am RHONDA WELLINGTON LLOYD! I have a manicure appointment in an hour! If I miss that, I will have EVERY lawyer in Daddy's phone book after them!"

"Oooh! Look, Darling! Sparkles!"

"GAH!"

Aurora shook her head in amusement, turning to Mickey with a hilarious note dancing in her eyes. "Sounds like this is going to take a while."

Mickey nodded, jumping down off of the chair they were both standing on. "You're right. But how long do you think exactly?"

Voices drifted in from the air vents at this moment...

"Get those away from me, you little freak!"

"But, Rhonda dearest, they should only enhance your beauty further!"

"But it's MACARONI! It's for EATING not- NO! GET AWAY FROM ME! GET AWAY FROM ME! HELP!"

The door to the craft closet shook from her undoubtedly pounding against it.

Aurora shook her head, trying her hardest to hold back some major chuckles. She smirked at Mickey, the two girls making their way to the door. "My best guess is a couple of years. But we'll just have to settle on a few hours. We'll check back on them later tonight."

Mickey nodded, hearing the loud ruckus from the closet fading as they made their way out of the room and down the halls to the buses.

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