One ficlet
I've only completed one of the requests so far. I'm such a slowpoke!
Title: Boyish Anticipation
Fandom: Hey Arnold
Rating: G
Words: 518
Prompt: Curly/Eugene, airplanes -- as requested by squirrel_tamer
"Telephone, short man!"
"Coming, Grandpa!" Arnold called out, absentmindedly dropping the remote control to his model airplane into Eugene's hands. He was climbing down to his room via the skylight when he realized what he'd done, but masked his apprehension well. "Just -- I'll be back in a minute. Don't fly it yet, okay, Eugene?"
"Sure, Arnold."
Eugene and Curly were left alone to admire Arnold's twenty-five-inch airplane, painstakingly painted to look like a real airliner.
"Arnold's airplane is pretty fantastic," Eugene commented.
Curly shrugged. "It's okay, I guess. My uncle paints clouds on his planes, so they blend with the sky and are hard to see. Makes flying them a lot more fun!"
Eugene didn't see the specialness of a blue airplane, himself. He thought all remote-controlled airplanes were pretty special, and he'd be happy to fly any old plane, no matter the color. "I hope he lets me fly it. I've never flown one before."
"Here, I'll show you how," Curly said, plucking the control from Eugene's hands. He protested, but Curly waved him away. "Relax, I've done this a million times!"
Curly held the remote with a casualness that suggested he really had done this a million times (for all Eugene knew, maybe he had) and soon steered the plane to the far end of Arnold's roof. The engine was humming, the propeller was whirling fast, and then it sped forward along the length of the roof, gaining speed and taking liftoff seconds before it would have crashed into the parapet.
"Wow," Eugene praised, eyes never leaving the small aircraft as it curved steadily over the neighboring buildings.
Curly sidestepped toward Eugene. "Here, now you try," he said, pushing the remote into Eugene's hands and maneuvering his thumbs over the control sticks. Eugene protested, of course ("--but I've never--Arnold spent so much time--what if I--") but it wasn't long before boyish anticipation took over, and he was whooping cheerfully as they together guided the airplane high into the sky.
After briefly explaining the basics of the controls, Curly took his hands away, and then Eugene was flying the plane all by himself.
"See?" Curly said and smiled. "Piece of cake."
"I'm doing it! I'm flying an airplane! This is incredible!"
Eugene was still declaring his excitement when Arnold emerged from the skylight, a confused look on his face. "Boy, Helga sure is strange.... Hey! I thought I said not to..." He let his sentence go unfinished as he watched Eugene steer the plane smoothly over Mrs. Vitello's flower shop. "Wow, you're doing really good, Eugene."
Eugene grinned at Curly, who waggled his eyebrows in reply. He bumped elbows with Eugene, as if to say, 'I told you so,' then went over to Arnold to brag about his uncle's sky blue planes which apparently were also capable of dropping plastic egg "bombs".
The spot on his elbow where Curly had touched him tingled a bit, and Eugene rubbed it absentmindedly, thinking about the silly way Curly smiled at him as Arnold's plane collided with an antenna.
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Title: Boyish Anticipation
Fandom: Hey Arnold
Rating: G
Words: 518
Prompt: Curly/Eugene, airplanes -- as requested by squirrel_tamer
"Telephone, short man!"
"Coming, Grandpa!" Arnold called out, absentmindedly dropping the remote control to his model airplane into Eugene's hands. He was climbing down to his room via the skylight when he realized what he'd done, but masked his apprehension well. "Just -- I'll be back in a minute. Don't fly it yet, okay, Eugene?"
"Sure, Arnold."
Eugene and Curly were left alone to admire Arnold's twenty-five-inch airplane, painstakingly painted to look like a real airliner.
"Arnold's airplane is pretty fantastic," Eugene commented.
Curly shrugged. "It's okay, I guess. My uncle paints clouds on his planes, so they blend with the sky and are hard to see. Makes flying them a lot more fun!"
Eugene didn't see the specialness of a blue airplane, himself. He thought all remote-controlled airplanes were pretty special, and he'd be happy to fly any old plane, no matter the color. "I hope he lets me fly it. I've never flown one before."
"Here, I'll show you how," Curly said, plucking the control from Eugene's hands. He protested, but Curly waved him away. "Relax, I've done this a million times!"
Curly held the remote with a casualness that suggested he really had done this a million times (for all Eugene knew, maybe he had) and soon steered the plane to the far end of Arnold's roof. The engine was humming, the propeller was whirling fast, and then it sped forward along the length of the roof, gaining speed and taking liftoff seconds before it would have crashed into the parapet.
"Wow," Eugene praised, eyes never leaving the small aircraft as it curved steadily over the neighboring buildings.
Curly sidestepped toward Eugene. "Here, now you try," he said, pushing the remote into Eugene's hands and maneuvering his thumbs over the control sticks. Eugene protested, of course ("--but I've never--Arnold spent so much time--what if I--") but it wasn't long before boyish anticipation took over, and he was whooping cheerfully as they together guided the airplane high into the sky.
After briefly explaining the basics of the controls, Curly took his hands away, and then Eugene was flying the plane all by himself.
"See?" Curly said and smiled. "Piece of cake."
"I'm doing it! I'm flying an airplane! This is incredible!"
Eugene was still declaring his excitement when Arnold emerged from the skylight, a confused look on his face. "Boy, Helga sure is strange.... Hey! I thought I said not to..." He let his sentence go unfinished as he watched Eugene steer the plane smoothly over Mrs. Vitello's flower shop. "Wow, you're doing really good, Eugene."
Eugene grinned at Curly, who waggled his eyebrows in reply. He bumped elbows with Eugene, as if to say, 'I told you so,' then went over to Arnold to brag about his uncle's sky blue planes which apparently were also capable of dropping plastic egg "bombs".
The spot on his elbow where Curly had touched him tingled a bit, and Eugene rubbed it absentmindedly, thinking about the silly way Curly smiled at him as Arnold's plane collided with an antenna.
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