Author's Note: Hi fellow readers, I hope you are doing well! I love Arnold and Helga, but I've always wanted to explore other couples. I've decided to write about the life and love of the PS 118 kids over the years. Keep in mind that not every couple ends up together. Friendship and heartbreak are sometimes the outcome of even the most intense of loves. Couples include: Arnold and Helga, Brainy and Helga, Lila and Stinky, Curly and Rhonda, Lila and Brainy, Phoebe and Gerald, Nadine and Gerald, Nadine and PeaPod Kid, and Eugene and Sheena. If you have anymore, request them in the reviews or in a private message and I'll surely consider them. Constructive criticism is also highly appreciated, so feel free to point out any areas of improvement! :)
Now, without further ado, the prologue of "Nine Couples" :
Prologue: Through Helga's Eyes
This is the story of my childhood.
This is the story of dearest friends, worst enemies, and invisible figures.
This is the story of transformations: from friendship to love, from hopelessness to triumph, from youth to adulthood.
But most importantly, this is the story of me and the football headed boy whom I loved for so long.
When Arnold left for San Lorenzo, I took to my little pink book. I scrawled letters upon letters of love. I scribbled ballads of longing and romance. But when I grew tired, I broke free from my burdenous words. I took to talking and observing. Although I was still as blustery as my tortured nine-year old self, I was just as soft. Arnold, the DAMNED... wonderful soul he is, brought out that side of me to our classmates, and once it was shown, there was no going back. Seeing as Arnold and I were the hit couple for years, everyone came to me for romantic advice. Criminy, it was a pain! But I took pity on their hopeless souls.
Perhaps I saw a little bit of myself in them. After all, no one was worse at love as I was.
So on those long, Arnold-less nights, I exchanged my pink book for a red one. I recorded the thoughts, feelings, and stories of my lost classmates navigating their way through love.
I thought I could dodge my own love story by diving into the ones of others. But when he came back, I found there was no way to avoid him. Oh, how I remember the first time I met his rich pools of green, concentrating me on so intently I had no choice but to melt.
