Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold.

A ten year old female blonde opened a little pink book. She began writing and after an hour or so, she reread its contents…

Dear Diary,

It had been a few hours back since my football headed love left me. Well, technically not me, it was Hillwood he left. I didn't blame him for leaving, he had a good excuse to go.

He finally found his parents in fifth grade. After all those years of searching and hoping, his parents suddenly showed up at his doorstep.

Soon enough, everyone knew about his parents sudden arrival and wanted to know every detail of it. What happened next was inevitable.

At the end of the school year, Arnold announced that he, his parents and grandparents were moving to New York. This information shocked everyone.

But not as much as it shocked me.

He left this weekend, right after his farewell party. I attended the party along with everyone Arnold knew, met and helped. But, of course, I made an excuse that I was just there for the free food.

Everyone wanted to talk to Arnold that I couldn't cut in. So, I just stuffed myself with anything edible I could lay my hands on.

I watched him out of the corners of my eyes as he promised each and everyone that he'll keep in touch and that he'll never forget them. Everyone said the same thing to him, too.

Finally, it was time for Arnold's departure. Everyone went with him to the airport. Even me, with the pretext that it would be cool to see a plane take off.

When we arrived I still couldn't talk to him, so I just watched the planes take off and detached myself from anyone.

She stopped reading. Tears where beginning to fall from her eyes… unwanted tears. She looked at the clock and saw that it was 3:30am.

She wasn't sleepy by any means. She wish she was though. Anything to stop yesterdays events from replaying in her head.

Sadly, though, her brain didn't want to ccoperate and she remembered that voice as if it was only yesterday...

Oh wait… It was yesterday… She thought sarcastically.

But that didn't stop the voice from haunting her...

FLASHBACK

"Hey Helga." greeted Arnold.

I glance at him, "Football head." I replied, then went back to watch the planes.

I mentally scolded myself. This may be my last conversation with him and what do I do... insult him, that's what.

"Why haven't you talked to me yet?" he asked so innocently that it took every ounce of my strength not to hug him.

But my will power was strong. I refused to look at him or reply for that matter.

"Do you even want to talk to me?" he asked again.

Still, I looked at the planes and didn't reply.

"Did you really come just for the food and plane?" he asked a little hurt.

I finally gave in. Sighing, I replied "No, Arnoldo. I didn't just come for the food and plane. If you haven't realized yet what one does when another person is leaving, its called saying good-bye. Got it, Football head?"

Great! Insult him again why don't you? Why can't I be civil to him just this once.

To my surprise he just chuckled and said "I'm really going to miss that."

"Miss what?" I asked generally confused.

"Calling me 'football head' and stuff. Actually, I'm going to miss everything here, especially everyone." he said miserably.

"Cheer up, Bucko. You're going to leave this crummy old city."

Arnold raised one of his eyebrows.

"What?" I asked.

"I don't think you really think this city is crummy." he replied.

"What in the world would make you say or even think that?" I asked incredulously.

"Well, you helped me and Gerald save Hillwood last year. I really doubt that you'll do that for a city you think is crummy." he stated.

Just the memory of what happened that day made me furiously blush. Part of me hoped that he really didn't believe about our conversation on top of the FTI building.

"So maybe I don't think this city isn't that crummy." I grumbled.

" I thought so." he replied smiling.

"But still you'll meet lots of other people. And I can bet in a few months you'll forget most of us then." I said trying to change the subject.

"No, I won't" he argued.

"Yes, you will." I argued back.

"No, I won't"

"Yes, you will."

"No , I won't"

"Fine" I said giving in, "but if one day I see you and you don't recognize me, count on me to remind you."

"Really? How?"

"Letting you have a reunion with old Betsy and the Five avengers. I doubt you'll forget who I am then. Well, your face at least." I replied jokingly.

Both of us laughed long and hard. Suddenly, Arnold stopped and said fondly "I'll really miss you, Helga."

This made me stop laughing. I was shocked. But I recovered quickly.

"I doubt it." I said nonchantly.

"Don't." he said serouisly.

"Don't what?"

"Doubt that I'll miss you." he said in that same serious but more firmly tone.

I didn't respond to that. Neither did he say anything.

"Arnold! Arnold we've got to board the plane!" His parents and grandparents yelled at him from a far with everyone else.

"I guess you better go." I said slowly even though I didn't want him to leave.

"Yeah" he paused, then added "but you still haven't said good-bye to me yet."

I looked at him and fought the urge to cry. "You already know it. What'sthe point in saying it?"

A minute or two passed in silence.

"Arnold! Come on!" his parents shouted.

Arnold sighed "Good-bye, Helga."

He stood there for a second more then started to walk away.

"Good-bye, Arnold." I whispered softly.

It wasn't my intention for him to hear it, but when he did, he stopped in his tracks, turned around and hugged me tightly. He kissed my cheek gently.

"I'll really miss you, Helga." he whispered gently.

Then he let me go and ran to his parents, grandparents and a very angry stewardess.

"I love you, Arnold." I whispered as I saw him board the plane.

It was then that it suddenly hit me.

He was gone. Arnold was gone... maybe forever.

I touched the spot in my cheek that his lips touched just a moment ago.

I glanced around for anyone but no one was in sight.

I was glad.

Because no one saw me cry.

A/N: Well, tell me if you think I should continue... or is it just a waste of time?