Hey guy's Melody here! And I'm back! Now I know it's been a few months ever since I've made a story, but luckily for you all, I have made one! And it's a FULL one too!

Now I know what you're all thinking, 'Melody, have you made another HA! fanfic?' Well,... yes and no. Yes, because it's actually the story of Arthur and Helena from my fanfic, KoT. And no because the entire story is a totally different version of everything! Except the story is kinda like the HA! movie.

So far, I hope you guys like the first chapter and the ones coming up later on since I've the entire story on Google Docs, in a Arial font and size 11 and in a total of 445 pages mind you, which took most of my time for about 4 months, and that it was all for my Narrative Assignment which my English teacher told us to make it short. But with me being me, I made it into a NOVEL! ^W^

Anyway, you all know the stitch, I don't own Hey Arnold!, it belongs to Craig Bartlett, and again, hope you all love the first chapter!

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The News

In the city of Woodstock Seattle, it was 1985, spring was in the air, busy people filled the streets, having somewhere specific to be or homes they need to go to, and everyone was having a usual Friday like it always is in the city they lived in for a long or short time. Woodstock was a nice and friendly area, full of different yet, mostly, kind people.

In a light brown boarding house apartment complex, that was called 'Laurelhurst', you can see that through a large glass window on the side of one of the apartment complexes, in a light brown bedroom, there was a young man, a brown, yet golden highlighted, haired teenager, named Arthur Phineas Goodman.

He was known to be your regular boy next door and to be very sharp-witted. Even at 16, the boy was wise like an old man. Arthur is a good person too or course. Always helpful and always giving out great advice of any kind to anyone in need in the city he lived and grew up in.

As he got up, from his alarm clock that he turned off just now, Arthur yawned and stretched out his arms and back, while wearing his red colored pajama plaid T-shirt and pants. And when Arthur got up from his light green bed, he started to walk down the stairs, and onto the small kitchen for breakfast.

But when he got to the kitchen however, Arthur could smell bacon, pancakes, and eggs, the breakfast mixed smell filling the atmosphere on the first floor. But then Arthur heard yelling near the dining room next to the tiny light tan colored kitchen. With curiousness now in his system, Arthur walked into the dining room to investigate on what was all the commo-.

"Whoa!"

Quickly, Arthur ducked his head, his natural golden highlight, but mostly, brown naturally quiff designed hair flowing by the action of his oval shaped head, by a piece of bacon being thrown. Arthur looked back up curiously, to see who threw the bacon.

But then smiled with understandingly, as he sees his Grandma Gertrude laughing to herself, at her grandson's reaction. And including with everyone else at the table, that Arthur calls family of course, who were laughing a little at the young man's reaction.

"Hehehe! I almost got ya dearie!" She asked in her old, yet sweet, voice as Gertrude continued to laugh to herself. With her hazel eyes closed and her grey hair moving a little by the small amounts of laughter coming out of her.

Next to Gertrude though, was her husband Phineas, as he was laughing along with everyone else, and was standing next to his wife. "Hehe! Sorry about that Arthur. It's just that Peach-o here thought you were a spy, trying to take the 'diamond in the rough' to your collection of jewels or something like that. You know how she get's."

Arthur shook his head, and chuckled, a little, to himself, at his Grandpa's response and his Grandma being her usual self. The young man then sat down at the table with everyone else as he started to eat breakfast and hear other people talking.

With Grandma Gertrude being her 'usual' self', she was known to be a little coo coo at her age, considering she's 89 years old, and everything else. But other than that, she cooks, cleans, and everything else around the house. But sometimes, Gertrude pretends like she's a different person and/or in a different place in the world.

Which everyone, in the boarding house, find amusing of course, and they even tried to join in on all of the fun at some points. But most of the time, they were dragged to those sort of things, and they all got used to it over the years ever since Arthur was a young boy.

As breakfast continued with the family, Arthur felt something hit his left leg from under the table. Arthur pulled up the lightish blue colored tablecloth and smiled at what, well who, slightly pushed his leg. It was Albert, his young golden retriever dog as he had his tongue out on the side while wagging its tail a little.

Ever since first grade, Arthur wanted nothing more than a puppy to love, care for, and to be his guard dog. So for his 5th birthday, Arthur's mom, Stephanie, got him Albert as a surprise birthday present. And ever since that day, Arthur and Albert were close. It was true what they say, a dog is truly a man's best friend.

Albert continued to looked up at Arthur with his usual brown colored, considering he's always like this every time with breakfast, lunch, and even dinner, puppy eyes while whining a little, Arthur chuckled a bit and smiled more at the cute sight, and gave his dog two pieces of bacon, saying, "There you go Albert." Albert wagged his furry and golden tail more out of happiness as he got the two pieces of bacon and ran off to the kitchen.

And as Arthur continued to eat though, he heard from Eric, aka Mr. Knotts, the 50 year old construction worker that lives here, saying, "So I heard from one of the companies, Future Electronics Industries, or FEi for short, that's a country next to us, Paris I think, saying that they're going to come here later on next week, and tore some building down to expand their business."

Then one of the other men, that was named Oscar Kokowa, and married to his wife Suzan Kokowa, said to Eric, "But why here though? Why not in another state? Or heck, even another country or their own area?"

"Because this is the only place that has big enough space to build a building for their company. And besides, even if they did find some other states or countries or areas to expand their company, they said that deadlines were due, so they just decided to pick here instead since were the closest to them. I say it's kinda weird and odd for them to pick here though." Eric finished as he continued to eat his breakfast.

Arthur looked surprise, yet mostly curious, at this brand new information from one of the borders. "But, what building or area will they tore down?" He asked. Eric, who just done taking a sip of his black coffee, replied back to the curious teenage boy. "Oh it could be anything Arthur."

Eric said as he continued. "It could be an old store, an old boarding house, heck! It could even be your school or somethin', but what do I know? All I know is that two days later, a building will be torn down, and a new building will take its place."

Everyone continued eating breakfast, while talking about other things than the new company tearing some building down in a few days. Arthur tried to continue eating, but now there was something stuck in his mind, that he just can't stop thinking about for some reason.

What part of the city will FEi company tore down? What portion of the place Arthur calls home, and has been to ever since childhood, will be gone? What if it was the park? What if it was George's Field? What place were they going to tear down?

Arthur shook his head a bit, trying not to get so worked up about it, as he continued to eat, and letting his mind focus on school just for today.

When Arthur left his home, after getting ready for school today, he was wearing his usual attire. Arthur had on dark brown loafers, a dark red vest, forest green shirt underneath, light blue jeans, and a small light blue Fedora hat on his head.

He then walked down the sidewalk as vehicles and people past him by and greeting him, considering they all knew the young man since he was a child. When Arthur got to the one parking space, where the Laurelhurst boarding house had and owned for many years before he was born, he walked down to the entrance of the parking space, and Arthur smiled a little, to see his forest green Acura Integra as it's usual clean and not old self.

Arthur walked up to the drivers side, unlocked his car, sat in his dark brown leather seat, and started the engine. The smell of gas, from the end of the vehicle, immediately met Arthur's nostrils. He sighed a bit in relaxation, feeling calm every time he starts his car.

Arthur then put a CD in his CD player, that was connected to his speakers in the car, as he started to play upbeat jazz music, starting with 'Straighten Up & Fly Right' by Mark Maxwell, just to start off his day. When he reversed his car, Arthur started on driving to his high school, E.C. 109. E.C. 109 was the only high school in Woodstock, since the area didn't have anymore space or enough money for another high school.

Anyway, as Arthur continued to drive through the city, he rolled down the front windows since it was a little hot inside his car, and the wind blew through his gold highlighted, but mostly, brown hair and his face as Arthur smiled calmly at the sensation. He loved this feeling.

Just driving through the streets of Woodstock, while upbeat jazz music mostly filled his ears. How the trumpet, bass, drumming music was perfect for this kind of morning, how the weather was barely cloudy, the sun being out, and how it was all just… right. And he just doesn't feel a chill, not even a cold, or a single goosebump against his natural colored skin, Arthur just feels… free. Like he could do anything he set his mind to.

After a few minutes of driving, Arthur parked his Acura Integra into the student parking space. And after Arthur got out of his car, he started walking to the front entrance of E.C.109, and waited for his best friend, George Johanssen, to meet up with him.

And while he was waiting, there was a pastel pink Piaggio parked a few feet away from him. Arthur's emerald green eyes widened a little out of surprise, immediately recognizing the small vehicle, and mostly who was driving it.

When the driver got off of the Piaggio, the person was wearing a pastel pink helmet, and Arthur sighed and groaned a bit, and before he turned his eyes away, Arthur narrowed his eyes at the driver for a few good seconds with an unsured look, just seeing if the driver noticed him.

But realizing that the driver wasn't, Arthur turned his eyes and a bit of his face away from the person with a sorta uneased and mostly dull look while getting out his wallet from one of his pockets that was on his jeans.

While he held his wallet, Arthur started going through it while smiling a little, and finding a few pictures he held on over the years. Pictures of his friends, family, everyone he cared about in his life. There was no other place he could keep the photos close to him, but his wallet.

Ever since he was a kid, Arthur's dad gave it to him as a gift when they went on their first ever Parents Day, a day where parents and kids come together to do challenges, and to see who the best family out there in Woodstock.

And when the Goodman family won, Michael Goodman gave Arthur an brown wallet. It was pretty old looking, had a few small cuts around the edges, and it even had on small scratches on the main part of the wallet. But other than that, it was still in good shape till now.

And it wasn't just any wallet. The wallet was being handed down by the Goodman family for generations, according to Arthur's Grandfather, Grandpa Phineas. And from that day on, Arthur held on to the old wallet, hoping that someday, he would give to his future child.

After smiling at the memory of getting his wallet, while going through pictures of everyone he hold dear, and then Arthur felt something, or more like a photo, falling out of his hand. Looking down to where the picture went on the concrete ground, Arthur sees the picture facing down against the concrete. The brown and golden haired teenager then bend down, grabbed the picture, and held it up to his face to see who was in it.

It was a girl!

A girl that looked like his age, who had cool blonde brown hair, had a pink bow in her high sided ponytail, and had a thin had his eyes widened a little as he felt a little frozen in place. "What the…?" Arthur whispered, out of astonishment, and to himself.

The person in the picture he now held in one hand, was his bully and tormentor.

And her name was Helena G. Alaraki. The bully of her grade in her school. She was known to be the tough girl people say in the city and the bully of her grade at her high school. Helena can be tough and mean most of the time, says Arthur, and that she bullies everyone in her grade, especially to him, which didn't make any sense to him.

But she also, half of the time, shows independence and loyalty, and even gives out helpful advice in her own bully like way, towards others. Even care at some points too, even though she doesn't show it most of the time for some odd reason.

Arthur continued to look at the picture with surprising eyes, wondering and bewildered on why he would keep a picture of Helena in his wallet. It's not he hated Helena, Arthur just doesn't like the things she does to other people in their grade, especially to him.

Helena bullies everyone, but most of all, she bullies Arthur. But… why? Why would she bully and push people around? Especially to Arthur of all people? Did he do something to her? Did he say something wrong? What did he do?

Again, Arthur doesn't hate Helena, he only doesn't like the things she does to other people in their grade, especially to him that's all. And even after all these years of bullying and torment by the girl his age, Arthur always thought… of Helena as one of his friends.

She may say she hates everyone, especially to Arthur, but not to her best friend Phyllis. And Arthur knows there's some good in her. He knew that for a fact! How she helped him out through so many problems over the years and how she can be kind and friendly at some points, Arthur knew there was good in her! But… why would she hide it…?

'Why would Helena… hide her kindness from everyone…? Was it because of her reputation? Was it because of being picked on? What was it?' Arthur said in his head, wondering on why Helena would guard herself up by everyone around her.

Trying not to think about it too much, since he had thought about it for so many times for all these years, Arthur continued to look at the picture of Helena, wondering on what the background looks like, thinking it may give him some clue on where the photo came from.

Helena had her head almost to the side and from the background, it looks like it was the sky. And if you look closely, you can see the different colors, hues, and shades of the sky, and there was even a few blue, purple, even a few tiny hints of pink and gold clouds in the air, making it look like the night sky was almost there.

But… then Arthur noticed something about Helena's appearance. Her hair was up in it's usual style, she was wearing her ordinary clothing, she had on her usual makeup like always, and Helena just look liked her usual yet blustery and independent self. But… there was something… something off about her. Helena just looked like her normal self of course.

But there was just something about her.

Something about her that made Arthur feel… it made him feel funny in his stomach. Like a lurch, or bugs, or some… some thing just going around, or it felt like flying around, in his stomach! And… surprisingly, Arthur didn't care about the feeling, only on the task at hand on what was it about Helena's appearance that made him feel this way.

Arthur put the photo closer to his face while squinting his eyes a little, trying to figure out on what was so different about Hele-.

Then his eyes went big a little and in awe, as Arthur put the picture a few centimeters away from him, by what he finally found different about Helena's features in the picture. Helena was… smiling and… looked like she was laughing a little in the photo too...?

Then Arthur realized something while he was still looking at the picture of Helena smiling while laughing a little at the camera. Well, realized two things anyway.

After all these years of knowing Helena, getting to kinda know her little by little, Arthur has never, in a million years, seen Helena smile like this before. And her smile looked so happy, full of joy, and… no anger in it. There was no anger, no hatred, or not anything negative in Helena's gleeful smile and her blue spheres. Just… happiness. Her eyes were sparkling even with joy.

And now, looking at the very image of a happy Helena, that looked so happy and was laughing somehow, Arthur never admitted this before, but Helena, she… she kinda has a… pretty smile… like a really pretty smile...!

How each corner of her lips, and even her lips themselves, curved perfectly, the way her teeth was straight, sparkling, and white. Like snow possibly...! And mostly, how Helena's eyes go perfectly well with the happy and joyful smile.

Wait… her… Helena's eyes… Arthur then noticed Helena's eyes. Arthur never knew but,... Helena's eyes are… light blue. Like a very beautiful light blue! But why hasn't he noticed something like this before and since he found out just now, why right now of all times?

Why notice Helena's eyes now…?

For all the years of bullying he went through with Helena, Arthur was always faced to face with her whenever they sometimes have a small argument, when they bump into each other in public or in school, or it was just whenever Helena bullies Arthur in general.

But he's just never really looked at her in the eyes before…! And that's saying something, considering that they fought a few times, and that Helena bullied Arthur for so long since childhood years, like fourth or fifth grade.

And now… Arthur couldn't… look away from Helena's eyes. There was just… something about them that made him look at her eyes in awe. Helena's eyes were so… they were just so… pretty...! Arthur was really surprised he admitted that, but he just help but not deny it!

Helena's eyes just have these… these beautiful and amazing hues and highlights of light and dark blue and...those sparkles and very light blue specks in her eyes...! Arthur can't help but… get so… lost in them now… like he's in space. Just floating there and staring at the stars and sparkles of the universe.

And yet, staring at the beautiful specks and sparkles in Helena's true soul and being...! And it also feels like that he's easily fallen into those beautiful blue pools that is nothing but full of Helena's toughness and beauty..! But… her blue eyes are more like the beautiful blue sky.

How the different hues of blue were like the sky and that the sparkles and reflection in her eyes, they were like clouds on a beautiful and glorious day. And now that he thought about it, Arthur thinks that Helena's blue eyes were like… jewels.

Jewels so beautiful like sapphires, diamonds, Aquamarines, Lapis Lazulis, and Zircons! All those beautiful blue gems, in a deep and dark cave, just like how Helena is. With her acting all tough, and yet, there's beauty deep within her.

And right now, to Arthur, who was in complete awe by Helena's eyes, he thought that they were absolutely the most beautiful and the most sparkling blue orbs he's ever seen from any girl...! Arthur now remeber's all the times when Helena was near and/or close to him when she bullies and torments him in public or non public.

How her eyes were squinting and narrowing at him in anger, her eyes even glowing in anger towards him, and especially, when Helena has a half lidded gaze… even when she gets angry, Arthur kinda thinks that… when Helena gets angry at him, he kinda thinks that she… gets really...really cu-...!

Gasp...!

"Oof!"

Suddenly, Arthur got out of his trance of Helena's eyes as he gasped a little out loud and felt his back against the brick wall, that was part of the entrance, and he dropped all of the pictures off the ground out of his trembling and barely numb hands.

Arthur got out of his trance, he realized on what… what he thought of Helena just now. His eyes went wide, his emerald green pupils went small, Arthur's hands continued to shake as he barely covered his weirdly trembling lips, his head was spinning a little, making Arthur feel slightly dizzy, his stomach continued to have more of these, well, things in him, and his face was a light heated crimson on what he thought just now.

'W...What the heck… j-just happened…?' Arthur thought in his head.

Arthur didn't… he didn't know why he would think of those things… a-about Helena. About her smile and… her eyes…? Arthur didn't know for sure on what he felt, but all he knew about it, was that he started to feel weird.

Arthur felt weird about Helena now.

And aside from thinking on what just happened to him, Arthur now thought about him dropping the pictures on the ground. Arthur bend down and grabbed the photos. He then looked at the picture of Helena again. Where did this picture come from? Arthur knew that he didn't take it, but even if he did, where did he took this photo?

'And WHEN did I take this picture…?' Arthur thought. He then quickly shook his head a bit as he was trying not to think about any subject that may involved with Helena, Arthur decided to look around to see if George was here at the school entrance or not.

Meanwhile, as Helena took off her pastel pink helmet, that went along with her Piaggio, she shook her round shaped head a bit, trying to get her cool brown hair, that was down, out of her helmet, and out of her beige skin onto her face.

Arthur continued to look around while he stood, curious on what entrance Gerald was coming from, and since he got nothing else to do, Arthur looked around the area. There was parking space, and most of the spaces were taken due by different vehicles to students, mostly teachers, guidance counselors, and other people that go and/or work for the school.

But as Arthur continued to look around, still wondering on where and which entrance George will come in with his red Mustang car into the parking lot of the school, that owned the area of course, Arthur turned his oval shaped head to the side, and saw-.

Then Arthur's heartbeat quicken a bit, his breathing got stuck in the throat, his emerald green eyes were widened a little in awe, the photos in his hands feel like they were about to fall out of his fingers any second now, and his face turned a light hue of heated red.

Arthur's entire body stopped moving, feeling like it was… paralyzed somehow. He tried to move his body, but Arthur couldn't. He just couldn't because… because something, or more like someone, caught his eye immediately.

Helena full took off her pink helmet as her cool brown blond hair was in her face. But as she put down her helmet on the one of the handles of her vehicle, she used her right hand to push and brush through her hair out of her face.

While her thin unibrow furrowing slightly, and her now formed small scowl showing, in mild annoyance, her eyes barely half lidded, and the sun hitting directly on her and her pink Piaggio, making Helena...somehow glow warmly and beautifully in a way.

And to Arthur, he stared at Helena in awe still, his lips slightly gaped, his heart quickening more, his blush growing with heat and color, and his body feeling more stiff like stone. Helena...was glowing. Like really glowing. It was like every different hue and color was shining off and around her. But… what made Arthur's state become worser, was… Helena's… eyes.

Again, Helena's eyes were blue, they were really blue of course, and again, a very pretty blue. And when Arthur really looked into Helena's blue eyes again, they just had these beautiful hues and highlights of light blue, dark blue, and… those sparkles and very light blue specks in her eyes just like before...!

Arnold didn't know why again but...he can't help but feel and get so… lost in them everytime. Not only Helena's eyes were like space, having stars, gleams, twinkles, and sparkles, but… Helena's eyes were more like… a beautiful blue sky during a glorious spring day.

Arthur now was in total awe just by staring at Helena and everything about her. Her personality, her looks, and… he can't help but feel mostly in total awe by… her blue eyes...! Helena's shimmering, glowing, and now even feeling more lost, gorgeous blue ey-...!

"Arthur, you alright dude?"

Suddenly, Arthur got out of his trance, as he shook his head, and felt his body once again, no longer feeling stiff. Arthur looked around, while holding his head with dizziness and mostly bewilderment. as he instantly sees George next to him, looking at him curiously and weirdly.

His best friend was wearing a black leather jacket, red shirt underneath it, dark blue baggy jeans, and red sports shoes. His sorta long curly hair was a dark brown and tied to the back of his head, his skin was a dark tan, and his eyes were a dark brown. He had a round shaped head and a round nose. After George asked his question to his best friend, he was holding his black, red, and white, that had a 99 number on the middle of the, backpack with one of his hands, and onto his back.

"Arthur, you sure your ok?" George asks again, still holding his backpack the same way he always has. Arthur couldn't help but feel his face growing with temp and hue as he gulp a little and let out a breathe, trying to calm himself down by who he was staring at just now, even though he didn't why he staring at them. But as he started to speak, "Uh y-yeah George I'm fi-"

"Out of way Egghead!" Said a familiar voice.

"Oof!"

Arthur was instantly shoved roughly against the brick wall, his back feeling slightly painful by the impact, and it was all because by a hand. And that hand belonged to Helena. The teenage girl scowled as her usual mean self, with her hair back in it's usual style, and walked to the school building, her pastel pink colored heels clopping against the gray concrete floor, and them not failing her with every step she took.

But as she continued to walk, a smaller figure than her was following behind her. And it was her best friend, Phyllis Heyerdahl. She had a long blue sleeve shirt with light blue flowers as a design at the bottom of the shirt and sleeves, light blue jeans, and dark blue flats. Her hair was black, but dye in certain parts dark blue, and tied back into a messy bun in a blue scrunchie.

But she has long and wavy two sided bangs, they were covering her forehead and almost the eyes, and her Japanese type of eyes were a dark blue. Arthur continued to look at Helena with surprise in his eyes and on his face as he slowly went off the brick wall of the school entrance, and stood there in surprise also.

George throw a annoyed and dull mixed look at Helena as he said to Arthur while shaking her head, his dark brown curly hair swaying side to side a little by the movement, "Mmm, mmm, mmm. I'll never understand that chick. Come on Arthur." George finished as he started walking into the school building. But as he walked, George stopped, and looked behind him, now realizing that Arthur didn't start walking with him. "Arthur? You coming dude?"

Arthur felt even more confused now.

His heart was beating out of his chest again, his cheeks flooded with tiny pricks of fire this time, and he felt dizzy once again. Arthur didn't know what he felt and didn't know what to call it. When Helena shoved Arthur on the arm, her hand pressed mainly against the lower part of his right arm, and Arthur felt something about that action. Well, mainly on what emotions were put into the shove. But then he thought that his mind was kinda getting to him, so he shook it off.

But when Helena shoved Arthur though, he could have sworn he… felt something… soft however. Something soft hitting his skin. And after Helena left, and when George started walking to the school building as well, Arthur realized on what he felt against his skin. It was… Helena's hand. And… her hand was soft…! And Arthur felt… more confused on what he was feeling about not only Helena's touch just now, her looks, but her actions in the past and present.

Helena being kind at certain moments, yet always mean and pushy to everyone, especially to him! It didn't make any sense! And right now, what didn't make any sense, is what Arthur was feeling! And worse, Arthur still isn't understanding on what he's feeling. He just didn't understand! Is he sick? Is he hallucinating? What was going on? What the heck is wrong with h-?

"Arthur man do you need to go to the Nurse's Office or somethin?"

Said George, as he had one of his hands slightly gripping on Arthur's shoulders, look liking he just got done shaking his best friend a little on the shoulder, trying to get him to snap out of whatever state he was in just now. And the state Arthur was in, he had the same symptoms of when Helena left, bu he had a… weirdly small goofy smile on his lips.

Arthur looked at George in surprise, as he suddenly backed away from George a little. George now looked at Arthur with annoyance and mostly suspicion, bit of worry, and a little annoyed of course, with his best friend acting this way.

"Dude? What the heck is going on with you today? You sick or something? You actually look a little red to the face there." Arthur felt his blush growing, realizing that he was blushing…! But trying to cool down his, now almost fiery, scarlet face, he gave George a shaky smile, trying not to look so nervous. "Uh y-yeah George. I'm fine."

George eyed Arthur, while humming, with suspicion, not buying his best friend's answer. Arthur felt beads of sweat on his forehead while he still had on the shaky smile, feeling nervous about George not believing his answer or not. George hummed a bit more out of curiosity, until he shrugged, and started to walk forward a little saying, "I ain't buyin' it, considering your a terrible liar Arthur. But alright then. If your ready to tell, and mostly calm after you look like you just saw a pretty girl or somethin', then you can tell me."

Arthur felt his face flushing a lot more by George's words, especially at the middle part, as he said out loud, out of panic and embarrassment, "G-George! What the heck?!" George let out a few chuckles of hilarity at Arthur's reaction. "Hey, I'm just saying the truth here man! You always get like this when you see a pretty girl! Am I wrong?"

George asked questionably as he threw Arthur a sly look, one of his eyebrows parting, having a one sided smirk, and with him having one of his hands on one of his his hips, the other still holding his backpack. Arthur opened his mouth while pointing at George a little, about to immediately disagree with his best friend's question. But then his mouth was left gaped, and put his hand down a little, for Arthur was now hesitated about the question.

Did Arthur really find Helena… pretty…?

When he first saw Helena like earlier, Arthur… actually did kinda admitted that Helena was pretty. With her looking naturally beautiful and everything else, Arthur was surprisingly in awe when he saw her like that. With her thin unibrow furrowing slightly in mild annoyance, her round eyes slightly half lidded, and the sun hitting directly on her, her pink Piaggio, and even on her clothes, making Helena… somehow glow warmly in a way. Each of the colors on her body, due to the clothing she usually wears, accessories she was wearing, and the small vehicle shining on her. Helena looked like… she looked like a… sunset.

Like before, her blue eyes are more like the beautiful blue sky, along with the cool brown blonde of her hair that looks like the sparkling sandy beach, the pink of her heels, her matching leg warmers above her heels, and bow, the beautiful color is just like clouds in a sunset, making blue, along with a tiny hint of gold, and pink clouds, and she's… she's just like… Helena is like a sunset that Arthur feels like that he's the ocean.

His clothing and accessories, that are blue, green, even a tint of red and brown, and even gold, are all mixed together to be like the colors and hues of the ocean and even the shore! Feeling like that he could practically be...bathed in her warm and soft colors.

But, when Arthur looked back of how Helena looked, her makeup is what brought her beauty out more. How the light mascara from her eyes make her eyes bigger, her pink and gold eyeshadow going perfectly along with her blue eyes while bringing them out more.

Even though she's not wearing actual blush on her cheeks, her natural rosy cheeks go really well also with her appearance, and for her lipstick, the reddish pink, that was like a gradient effect on her lips, was shiny, glossie even, and full of color. And Arthur didn't notice until now, but Helena's lips, they...to him they looked so… so… beauti-.

Arthur yelped a little out loud as he had his eyes wide and him shakingly hyperventilating a little on what he thought of just now. 'W-W-What the h-heck just happened...?!' He yelled in his mind. Arthur looked back at George, who was eyeing him weirdly and with even more supspicion.

Arthur groaned a bit as he started walking to the school building, his entire face was now a dark fiery crimson, him shutting his eyes tightly in embarrassment, and saying to George while passing him by, his frown turning goofy while it was shaking, "L-Let's just go ok?"

George's expression increased a bit more as he sees his best friend speed walking to the large building. But then George blinked in, again, bewilderment, as he sorta ran after Arthur inside the building, calling out, "Arthur wait up dude!" Arthur now knew on what he felt when he thought of how Helena looked, and he completely disagreed on what he felt towards her.

'Th...There is no possible way that I feel that way towards her! I-I can't just start LIKE LIKING Helena! That's completely insane! More insane than how Carl acts, considering that he's the only crazy person in this whole dang school! And just because a person is beautiful, doesn't mean you suddenly have to LIKE LIKE them! ESPECIALLY if that person is your own bully for crying out loud! And even if I DO like like Helena, and I'm not saying that I do, cause I DON'T, she'll never feel the same! Helena said so herself that she hates me! That's that!' Arthur thought.

Arthur growled a little in frustration as he let out a deep sigh, trying to calm himself down, and trying cool down his bright scarlet, and practically on fire even, face. And as George caught up with him, he threw Arthur an slightly more annoyed look.

"Dude! You could at least wait for me to catch up! Man, whoever is on your mind, Arthur you are definitely hooked to this chick!" Arthur groaned a bit in embarrassment while his blush grew, his frown shaking and turning even more goofier. "Let's just g-get to class ok George?" "Whatever you say Arthur." George responded back.

As the two teenage boys continued on walking down one of the halls of their high school, they both started to talk about other things than the girl that Arthurs 'hooked' to, like how are they on their jobs, their classes, and whatever else.

In his head, Arthur decided on letting his mind focus on just school and his friends, not on what portion of the city he lived in will be torn down in a few days or so, and especially, not on how he feels about Helena G. Alaraki, his bully, and tormentor.

Welp, that was chapter one everyone! I hope you all like it and if your curious on what's up with the sudden attraction of Arthur to Helena, you'll understand it later one trust me on that. Anyway, I hope you guys love this chapter as much as I did!

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Melody out! ;) :) ;)