DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hey Arnold! Characters, but I do own the story; please do not read if you don't like lemons.
Hey Arnold Fanfic
Helga's POV:
It was a cold day, but not cold enough to snow, every time I exhaled I could see my breath, I made sure to cover my mouth back up with my thick scarf and continued walking towards school. It was strange knowing I was going to graduate middle school. I felt a tugging at my heart from keeping a secret for several years. I had never told Arnold how I felt and I knew we'd be going to different high schools. I wish I could have told him how I felt before all this.
I put my thick pink jacket in my locker and looked in the small mirror that was hung on the door. I adjusted my light brown beret and pulled at the long blonde strands of hair that were hanging past my chest slightly wavy and rather thick. I finally had my eyebrows plucked and waxed so that I no longer had a unibrow. My blue eyes looked rather dull today, I only wore eyeliner and some mascara but I looked semi tired and depressed. I sighed as I pulled the sleeves of my brown long-sleeved shirt and looked at my black ripped jeans and worn-down black combat boots. I sighed again as I walked into class, playing with my earrings, relieved that my third upper lobe was no longer hurting me and excited for the next one I'd get. I found that aside from poetry, writing, and drawing that piercings were a way to express myself; and I was certain I'd get a tattoo.
"Hey Phebs." I greeted Phoebe as I sat next to her for history class, the first most boring class of the day.
"Good morning Helga." She smiled at me; she didn't change much over the years. She grew out her dark hair to her shoulders and had straight across bangs; she still had a young round face and beautiful Asian eyes; large and brown. She liked wearing sweater dresses with leggings and flats or Converse. She still had to wear glasses, she liked to wear the long rectangle lenses with a flared wings on the top edges which made her look sophisticated. She was still top of the class, now that Lila moved away which was bitter sweet; Arnold was really depressed after she left and I was somewhat happy but we ended up getting along pretty well.
"Alright class settle down." Mr. Stewart walked in, he was our new teacher and a royal pain. I looked around and noticed Gerald was passing notes to Phoebe; he wasn't too different either. He had that crazy high afro and was a cool guy, wearing skinny jeans and jerseys. And then I made eye contact with . . . Arnold. He smiled at me and I smiled back, nodding my head slightly. He had changed, but not the way you'd think; he was more confident but still sweet and kind; always willing to help. His face was almond shaped, his blond hair medium length and spiked up; he still wore his blue baseball cap with a new and improved red and black flannel shirt with a teal long sleeved shirt over it; the tail of his flannel hanging out with skinny jeans and all black Converse. His green eyes shone and he had this unique glow about him; he's always had that glow. He's been through a lot lately; his grandpa was diagnosed with cancer and his grandma's had it pretty rough but they've been hanging in there. We've been hanging out after school since we always tend to be partners: for lab, art class, writing assignments, projects, presentations, and the like.
"Helga and Arnold, you'll work on the final presentation together for your history report." Mr. Stewart spoke up as I realized I was zoning out again.
"Roger that." I nodded.
"Ok." Arnold agreed.
