A/N: wOOt wOOt! It's my second Hey Arnold! story called, "Can You Forgive Me?" Unlike my other story "Love Is All She Needs," this is more based on romance, and not hatred, suspense, and drama. In case some of you were too lazy to read my summary, this story is going to be about Helga doing something to Arnold that he can't get over, and she keeps trying to steal is heart away from the new girl (and her friend) Mariah Palmer. That's all I shall give. Now, for the new character descriptions:
Mariah: Is the new girl at PS 118 who is 10-years-old, pretty, smart, talented, but not someone you'd want to mess with. In other words, she's not the nicest. She has dark-blond hair with light blond streaks and has hazel eyes and is 4'8. She usually dresses sporty unless it is a special occasion. She hangs out with Helga, Ashlyn, and Arnold (who likes her) but they seem to get tired of her easily. She enjoys swimming, tennis, football, baseball, and any other kind of sport.
Ashlyn: Yet again I put myself in this fiction. oo; I am also 10-years-old, but unlike the other story I wrote I'm not a know-it-all and I don't try and help others with relationships as much. I'm nice, but like Mariah, not the NICEST. I have dark brown hair with blond highlights, have brown eyes and I am 4'9. I usually dress in whatever feels comfortable, and I hang out with Helga, Arnold, and Mariah. I enjoy anime, writing, and any other kind of educational hobbies.
Chapter one: The Trouble Begins In Paradise.
I was pushed and shoved while walking in the dark hallway of PS 118 as I heard a chirpy, whiny voice calling my name numerous times. It was Mariah, the girl who just moved to Hillwood in the beginning of the school year. I cringed, even though she was one of my closet friends. Honestly, her voice goes right through me.
"What, Mariah?" I asked with an annoyed tone.
Her eyes looked hurt and worried, as her smile faded and a look of sadness appeared on her face. "What's wrong, my friend? You seem to be pretty tacky today.
"I'm sorry," I began, "but I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and if I am pushed or shoved one more time by those little twirpy first graders I'll---"
"Calm down, Ashlyn!" She yelled calmly. "Wait... you're not annoyed because you-know-who likes me, right? And that means that the other you-know-who can't have him now?"
I sighed. "No, Mariah. It's not that. I just... I don't want to talk about it." I concluded, and walked past her to my locker, which was filled with pictures of my friends, anime characters, and poetry books.
"If it is, then I don't know why you're so upset. I mean, it's not like you are Helga or anything."
"Mariah... listen to me carefully. It. has. nothing. to. do. with. that!"
"If you say so." She mumbled, shrugged her shoulders, and walked off to class. Of course, I was the only one left in the hall except Helga, who was standing right behind me without me knowing.
"Hello, Ashlyn." She said. I screamed, jumped, and fell to the floor, and when I looked up, Helga was standing there with her eyes twitched and a small grin on her face. "May I ask what's with you?"
"Nothing. You just startled me, that's all."
She nodded. "All right."
"Helga," I started as I began to lift myself off the cold, dirty ground, "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about... you know."
"You mean Arnold liking Mariah? Ash, it's not your fault or anything."
"I know, but still. I hate to see you hurt like this."
"Eh, it's fine. Just as soon as Mariah crushes that little Football head's heart, I'll be sure to get him somehow."
"That's what you said last time."
"Well, this time I'm serious. And I mean DEAD serious! I'm not going to try those evil schemes to get those two apart. Instead, I'm going to wait. And plus, Mariah's my friend, right?"
"If that's what you want to call her at the moment." I said as I remembered how Mariah called me this morning yelling at me about how much of a drama queen I was.
"What do you mean by that?"
I tisked. "I don't want to talk about it."
Helga shrugged her shoulders the same way Mariah had before. "Whatever floats your boat. Now, let's go, Ashlyn! Get a move on, here! We have excactly 50 seconds to get to class!" She ran ahead of me as I stood there, trying to get the combination code of my locker right.
I was sitting right next to Mariah in class, and I saw her turn around to face Arnold who was yet again staring at her lovestruck.
"Hi..." She said with a confused tone. "Listen, I know you like me now, but do you think it's possible you can lay off the staring? It's really distracting."
Arnold sighed. "Yeah, I guess."
"Thanks.." Mariah smiled, and turned back around, and I noticed Arnold with his head on his desk.
"Arnold, get over it!" I heard Helga yell within a couple of seconds. "She doesn't like you back! It's not the end of the world!" I wonder why she doesn't take some of her own advice?
"Helga... do you know how it feels to be heartbroken 3 times?!"
"Y-- I mean no! And I don't want to, Football head! I'd be acting like a loser just like you!"
Arnold sighed. "You don't understand how anyone feels, do you, Helga?"
Helga clenched her fists and narrowed her eyes. "I WOULD understand how you felt if you just loosened up a bit and face the facts! MARIAH, LILA, RUTH, AND EVERYONE ELSE YOU ONE DAY HAVE A CRUSH ON WILL NEVER LIKE YOU BACK!"
The whole class stared at Helga and Arnold in shock, but Mariah and I were the most shocked of them all. What if one day Arnold likes Helga? And, seriously, would you ever picture Helga saying something like that to the boy she loves?
I glanced over at Arnold for a split second, and saw tears streaming down his face, as he ran out of the classroom.
Helga stared after him until he was out of sight, and whispered, "Arnold.. I'm sorry..." But it was too late.
A/N: Okay, I know it was a bit dramatic, but it won't be as much as last time. oo In the next chapter, you'll find out what happens with Arnold, and how he feels about Helga now... and you will also find out if he can even FORGIVE Helga. Oh, and while your little minds are thinking, please Review!
Mariah: Is the new girl at PS 118 who is 10-years-old, pretty, smart, talented, but not someone you'd want to mess with. In other words, she's not the nicest. She has dark-blond hair with light blond streaks and has hazel eyes and is 4'8. She usually dresses sporty unless it is a special occasion. She hangs out with Helga, Ashlyn, and Arnold (who likes her) but they seem to get tired of her easily. She enjoys swimming, tennis, football, baseball, and any other kind of sport.
Ashlyn: Yet again I put myself in this fiction. oo; I am also 10-years-old, but unlike the other story I wrote I'm not a know-it-all and I don't try and help others with relationships as much. I'm nice, but like Mariah, not the NICEST. I have dark brown hair with blond highlights, have brown eyes and I am 4'9. I usually dress in whatever feels comfortable, and I hang out with Helga, Arnold, and Mariah. I enjoy anime, writing, and any other kind of educational hobbies.
Chapter one: The Trouble Begins In Paradise.
I was pushed and shoved while walking in the dark hallway of PS 118 as I heard a chirpy, whiny voice calling my name numerous times. It was Mariah, the girl who just moved to Hillwood in the beginning of the school year. I cringed, even though she was one of my closet friends. Honestly, her voice goes right through me.
"What, Mariah?" I asked with an annoyed tone.
Her eyes looked hurt and worried, as her smile faded and a look of sadness appeared on her face. "What's wrong, my friend? You seem to be pretty tacky today.
"I'm sorry," I began, "but I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and if I am pushed or shoved one more time by those little twirpy first graders I'll---"
"Calm down, Ashlyn!" She yelled calmly. "Wait... you're not annoyed because you-know-who likes me, right? And that means that the other you-know-who can't have him now?"
I sighed. "No, Mariah. It's not that. I just... I don't want to talk about it." I concluded, and walked past her to my locker, which was filled with pictures of my friends, anime characters, and poetry books.
"If it is, then I don't know why you're so upset. I mean, it's not like you are Helga or anything."
"Mariah... listen to me carefully. It. has. nothing. to. do. with. that!"
"If you say so." She mumbled, shrugged her shoulders, and walked off to class. Of course, I was the only one left in the hall except Helga, who was standing right behind me without me knowing.
"Hello, Ashlyn." She said. I screamed, jumped, and fell to the floor, and when I looked up, Helga was standing there with her eyes twitched and a small grin on her face. "May I ask what's with you?"
"Nothing. You just startled me, that's all."
She nodded. "All right."
"Helga," I started as I began to lift myself off the cold, dirty ground, "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about... you know."
"You mean Arnold liking Mariah? Ash, it's not your fault or anything."
"I know, but still. I hate to see you hurt like this."
"Eh, it's fine. Just as soon as Mariah crushes that little Football head's heart, I'll be sure to get him somehow."
"That's what you said last time."
"Well, this time I'm serious. And I mean DEAD serious! I'm not going to try those evil schemes to get those two apart. Instead, I'm going to wait. And plus, Mariah's my friend, right?"
"If that's what you want to call her at the moment." I said as I remembered how Mariah called me this morning yelling at me about how much of a drama queen I was.
"What do you mean by that?"
I tisked. "I don't want to talk about it."
Helga shrugged her shoulders the same way Mariah had before. "Whatever floats your boat. Now, let's go, Ashlyn! Get a move on, here! We have excactly 50 seconds to get to class!" She ran ahead of me as I stood there, trying to get the combination code of my locker right.
I was sitting right next to Mariah in class, and I saw her turn around to face Arnold who was yet again staring at her lovestruck.
"Hi..." She said with a confused tone. "Listen, I know you like me now, but do you think it's possible you can lay off the staring? It's really distracting."
Arnold sighed. "Yeah, I guess."
"Thanks.." Mariah smiled, and turned back around, and I noticed Arnold with his head on his desk.
"Arnold, get over it!" I heard Helga yell within a couple of seconds. "She doesn't like you back! It's not the end of the world!" I wonder why she doesn't take some of her own advice?
"Helga... do you know how it feels to be heartbroken 3 times?!"
"Y-- I mean no! And I don't want to, Football head! I'd be acting like a loser just like you!"
Arnold sighed. "You don't understand how anyone feels, do you, Helga?"
Helga clenched her fists and narrowed her eyes. "I WOULD understand how you felt if you just loosened up a bit and face the facts! MARIAH, LILA, RUTH, AND EVERYONE ELSE YOU ONE DAY HAVE A CRUSH ON WILL NEVER LIKE YOU BACK!"
The whole class stared at Helga and Arnold in shock, but Mariah and I were the most shocked of them all. What if one day Arnold likes Helga? And, seriously, would you ever picture Helga saying something like that to the boy she loves?
I glanced over at Arnold for a split second, and saw tears streaming down his face, as he ran out of the classroom.
Helga stared after him until he was out of sight, and whispered, "Arnold.. I'm sorry..." But it was too late.
A/N: Okay, I know it was a bit dramatic, but it won't be as much as last time. oo In the next chapter, you'll find out what happens with Arnold, and how he feels about Helga now... and you will also find out if he can even FORGIVE Helga. Oh, and while your little minds are thinking, please Review!