Hello. Thank you for choosing my story. I really hope you enjoy it. I really love to write fanfics even if only a small amount of people read them. Heh. Well I hope you enjoy it! :)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hey Arnold or its characters.

Chapter One: He Knows

It was a normal school day at PS 118. Or so they thought... Helga G. Pataki was sitting at her desk while their teacher, Mr. Simmons droned on and on reading the student's homework. He was mostly only excited about one piece each time, poetry, by Helga. Even Pheobe,

Helga's best friend, was put to shame by the heartfelt poetry Helga wrote. And Pheobe was the smartest student in the class. It was almost the end of the year and then the kids would go off to Middle School. Mr. Simmons would miss them, and they would return the feelings. But all the students were excited to go to a new school.
Just then the bell rang... "Lunch," Helga thought. "Well at least we get recess... One thing we won't get in Middle School." Arnold, one of Helga's classmates passed by her... Without even passing a sideways glance... "Great," mumbled Helga. "Why EXACTLY would he even look at you when you always patronize him?" Helga was sorry, so sorry, for being so cruel to her secret, but not so secret crush. He was so generous to everyone. Even Helga, who bullied him.
Arnold didn't specifically know what to think of that girl. He just knew something had to be up. But WHY did she have to be so mean to him? Helga was hiding secrets and he knew it. After all he DID have evidence. First of all, the pink ribbon that Helga always had on was on the roof of Arnold's Grandparents' boarding house. The next day, she showed up with no bow whatsoever. Her hair was wavy and looked like Cecile's. During the date with Cecile, she told Arnold she liked him. And after all, the Cecile he saw wasn't the REAL Cecile, but the fake one. Second, who ELSE would Helga be reciting poetry about when speaking of a "Flaxen-haired angel" as she called him, in front of the jewelry store. More importantly, added to that was, "Criminy, why does he wear that skirt thing?! It's so weird... So dumb... So sappy... Yet, wonderful. What makes him, HIM." Helga always called it a skirt. But it's not one... It's a SHIRT! Last, but DEFINITELY not least, how could he forget, when they were saving the neighborhood Helga was helping Arnold and Gerald all along. When Arnold found out, he asked Helga WHY she was helping them. She felt she had no other choice but to tell Arnold what she felt. She explained to him that she LOVED him. It was unbelievable, yet SO believable that Arnold didn't know what to think. Then she kissed him! Helga and Arnold agreed to forget about the whole fiasco. But the kiss was what made him never forget... Arnold never told anyone,
but he was starting to think he should tell his best friend, Gerald Then the bell rang. Everyone in Mr. Simmon's class was either going to their locker, or getting into their history groups. Meanwhile, Helga, at her locker, was speaking to herself. "Oh Arnold," She whispered in a love-struck tone, "At last I have the exhilarating chance to work with you and you Football-Headed brains. If only you knew how much I love you! How much I care!" As usual, Brainy was behind her, and she didn't hesitate to sock him in the face with O'l Bessie. Then she headed toward the classroom. When she finally reached the doorway Phoebe immediately called out for her, from where she, Arnold, Gerald, and Helga were assigned to sit. "C'mon Helga!" She said, "Over here!" As Helga trudged over to the group of desks,
Arnold was staring at her, with a puzzled look on his face. He didn't want Helga to know that he was figuring her out so he changed it to happy. "Hey Football-Head!" She shouted, covering up her tone that she only used in private. "Ya got a STARING problem or something?!" Arnold made a reply that took no longer than a second to think of, considering the way he thought and usual routine of speaking. " No Helga. I was just telling everyone how nice it would be if we waited for you to get here." He said. "So you could help us work on the project." Helga's face faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her angry face and bully posture. "Hah! WHO do you think you are now Arnold?! My MOTHER?!" She was good at pretending, Arnold had to admit. "Helga G. Pataki can take care of herself!" She sat down in the desk next to Phoebe, and across from Arnold. "Okay since everyone's here," Arnold stated. "Let's get started. Helga?
would you like to paint?" "Why is he asking ME?" Helga thought. "Well since you asked Football-Head, You can be in charge of the paint understand!? But don't go thinkin' you're the King of thePaint." She looked real smug just then. "'Cuz I'M the QUEEN of the paint." She crossed her arms and waited for Arnold's usual reply, "Whatever you say Helga." but it didn't come. Instead Arnold thought up better words to use for proof that Helga loved him... For Gerald.
So he put on his sweetest smile, and said, "Well Helga, if you're worried about who gets to be the ruler then why don't we rule together? You and me?"
Helga blushed MADLY. Arnold then had further proof and Gerald saw it. It was all in her tone and face. "Y-you take that b-back!" She was furious. "What do you LIKE me or something?!" No matter how much she tried to hide it, she couldn't stop blushing and stuttering.
"CRIMINY! WHY would you EVER think that someone like ME could like a SAP like you?!"
The WHOLE class was staring. "S-stop staring! Or I'll pummel you! ALL of you!"