Uhh, I felt a little romantic the other day-or maybe I only ate too much sugar, I dunno…Anyways, here's a little fluff, centering on our favourite couple, Helga and Arnold. Be warned, this is all lovey-dovey. No great actions, no big fights, ect.

Disclaimer: None of this is mine-except the poetry, of course. The rest is all Craig Bartlett's…

Reviews: As many as humanly possible, pweeaase…

Archive. Go ahead, just tell me where!

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Torn pages 1. Inscriptions

Sighing, Helga glanced at her beloved ones backhead.

The blonde, unruly hair, the strangely shaped head, adorned by the small blue cap-for her, Arnold was the undisputed hunk of P.S.118, although she would have never admitted that openly(well, except to Phoebe, but she had figured it out already way past when).

Yet, with her fake bully persona, her inborn shyness and insecurities, Helga was sure, he would never even so much as waste a romantic or at least friendly thought towards her.

Another sigh, this time one of utter despair, whispered past her lips, as she felt another poem come to her mind.

Taking out her pink book, she opened up the last page and-

"Crimney, I can't believe this! Full again, already?!?" she rasped, quietly enough, so no one could hear her.

Indeed, every single page had been filled with her heart-felt poetry, there was simply no space for one single small driplet of creativity. Grumbling, she tore an empty page from her notebook, and started writing.

Just as she finished the last verse, the bell rang, and everybody, including her, grabbed their books and stuff and headed for the door. In front of the lockers, Harold, Sid and Stinky were discussing moves for their next baseball game on Gerald field, when Arnold and Gerald joined them.

Helga, Phoebe and the other girls, who were standing by their own lockers, listened a moment to the boys gossip, until Helga cried:

"Crimney! With your tactics, it's no wonder, you lose every single game, Pink Boy!"

Of course, Harold got offended by this, and soon both girls and boys were arguing with each other. They would have stood there all morning, if not for the bell.

Gasps, shrieks and screams were heard, as the whole group dispersed, each heading for their different classes.

A sheet of white, blue-lined paper floated into Arnold's face, blocking his view. He tore the offending thing from his face and, shoving it between his own, sped for the biology class.

Sorting out her different files, folder, books and notes, Helga slowly but surely started to panic.

Where could it be? She was sure, she had put it in her pink poetry book, but now, she couldn't find it.

What if-no, the poetry book was here, so where-?

Helga's eyes went wide as saucers, as she remembered being and having pushed kids aside, to make it in time to her class.

With a loud moan, her head plopped on her desk.

She had lost her latest poem, and, knowing her luck, somebody had found it.

'This isn't mine' thought Arnold, as he shifted through the papers spread on his desk.

Given, the notebook it had been torn off was standard school material, but the inscription wasn't.

In beautiful, clear handwriting, the following verses had been banned on the sheet by pencil:

So what

If all I can give you

Is my love

If all that stands for me

Are my vows

If all I can offer you

Is my soul

So what

If you don't know me

When I hide

Or don't see me

When I'm in plain sight

Or don't think of me

When I cry at night

So what

If your mind wanders

Whenever she's close

You give me a cold shoulder

And her the rose

Push me away

While pulling her close

So what

If I die, without you

Knowing the truth

If I spend all my days,

my nights and my youth

You don't see and don't care

For the heart you uproot

Arnold had the sudden urge, to hold, whoever wrote this, close, and never let go.

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Hmmm? No, I'm not in love-it just came over me, ok? And if you don't stop accusing me, I'll stop continuing this story(just kidding^^)!