Call Me Naive.

I don't own Hey Arnold!

Helga knocked on the door to Arnold's house, and Gerald opened it.

"How's Arnold?"

Gerald sighed. "Sick. Sick of you!"

The door is slammed in her face.

"Oh my god! What did I do?"

"WHAT DID I DOOOO?!"

Her voice echos.

Arnold sighed and sat down on his bed. "Great. Why did she come here anyway?"

Gerald shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know man. But ever since you shut her out, she's trying to get close to you. That Helga G. Pataki is sure full of surprises."

Arnold chuckled and layed down in his bed, with his arms behind his head. "She may be surprising to many extents, but there is one important thing about Helga G. Pataki, that everyone in the city of Hillwood already knows by now."

"And what's that?"

Arnold sighed. "The girl will NEVER change. Everyone who has even thought about the possibility, can just forget it, and move on with their lives. Besides, you just can't get through to her. The only way she will change, is if she decides to on her own."

Gerald sighed while watching Helga stomp down the street from Arnold's window. "Arnold...I don't think that's going to happen anytime soon. Sorry, man."

"Eh, it's okay. A Helga free life, is the best thing I need right now."

Gerald smirked. "You can say that again."

Helga is sitting in the park, holding a golden locket. She is on the verge of sobbing, when a boy sits next to her. Helga quickly puts on her usual scowl, and faces him. "Uh, who said you could sit here?"

He smirked while rolling his eyes. "I did. Well...not out loud. Cause that would be creepy."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Do you even know who I am?"

He looked her in the eyes. "Yes, and I know you're going to pound me into next week. You know who I am, Helga."

She pulled out her fist, ready to punch him. "How the heck do you know my name?!"

He showed her a light pink picture frame. Inside, it had her giving him a kiss on the cheek when she was five, with him smiling and blushing like crazy. On the back of the frame, she wrote. "I love you more than I love myself, which in most cases, is rare. I'll wait for you as long as I live. I'll miss you T."

Helga couldn't believe her eyes.

And just like that, she instantly remembered.

"TIMOTHY ANDREWS? IS THAT YOU!?" She blurted.

He chuckled at her outburst. "No. It's Hedy Lamarr. OF COURSE IT'S ME."

Helga jumped him and rolled around on the ground, hugging Tim very tight in her arms. She was laughing with tears of joy. "Oh dear god! I've missed you so much!"

"Helga, could you...h-hug me a little less tight please?"

She giggled and loosened her hold.

"S-sorry Tim. I couldn't help myself."

She held out her hand to him, so he could stand up. He brushed the dirt off of his clothes, and looked at Helga with a huge smile apparent on his face.

"Don't be sorry Helgs. I would've jumped you myself, but you looked so upset, and I didn't think you'd recognize me so easily. Good thing I brought the picture with me."

Helga blushed and looked away. "Yeah..."

"So...how's Hillwood? Everybody treating you alright?" Tim said rocking back and forth on his feet.

Helga knew she couldn't lie to him. Not just because it was wrong, but he'd know. The boy always knew. For some reason, he reminded her of Arnold. He was polite and optimistic like him, went out of his way to help others, but he was also very different at the same time. Tim wasn't dense at all. He'd know if she was being truthful or not.

She might as well take a risk, and tell him what was going on.

"Actually Tim...I have a problem with this one person...and...I don't know how to solve it."

He stood there eyeing her for a moment, then slightly made crooked smile.

"It's a problem with a guy isn't it?"

"Well...yes...but, how could you possibly know that?"

"I can it in your eyes, and it looked like you were holding some kind of heart shaped locket earlier when I found you."

"Wait...WHAT? H-h-how much did you see?"

"Um...just some kid with a football head and a blue hat. Is he special to you?"

"Er...It's complicated. I'm really having mixed feelings about Arn-I MEAN...let's just focus on my problem." She blushed at almost mentioning his name.

Tim laughed. "Whatever you say Helga."

Helga laughed nervously at him stating Arnold's most famous line.

"So what's your problem with this guy?" He said with a regular tone in his voice.

Helga sighed and looked down to her sneakers. "I honestly don't know...that's my problem."

Tim put a hand on her shoulder. "Helgs...by any chance, did this guy, shut you out of his life all of sudden?"

Helga nodded her head, still looking at her shoes. "That's the general way to put it."

"Do you believe that he hates you?"

"No...but...he IS sick of me. He won't speak to me anymore. I've tried several times to get him to listen to me, but he wouldn't listen to reason. I had no choice, but to just give up."

"Wait...can I see your locket for a second?"

"Why?"

"Just trust me."

Helga sighed, and pulled it out of her pocket to hand it over to him. He looked at the front of it for about ten seconds, before perking his head up.

"I know this guy!"

"Huh?! Y-you do?" She stammered.

"Yeah! Isn't his parents Miles and Stella Shortman?"

"Yeah! How'd did you know?!"

"My parents are good friends with his. If they saw me, they'd know who I am! But, why isn't their son talking to you. He seemed very nice when I passed him. The only way to get that guy mad is to...keep hurting his feelings."

Helga groaned. "That's EXACTLY WHAT I DID. How could I be so naive?!"

"Helgs, maybe you were a little naive this time, but you just didn't want to admit your feelings out loud. I get it. I was like that at some point, and I didn't realize the effect of my poor actions. I've been through the same thing. But I will walk with you through this. Whenever you need anything. Whenever you need a friend. I will always be here for you." He hugged Helga gently, but she didn't hug back. After a few seconds, she softly pushed him away from her.

"Helga?" He said raising an eyebrow.

Helga shook her head and blushed faintly.

"No...I don't want you to be here for me as just my friend."

Tim raised his eyebrows with his black 80's mullet style hair, his baseball uniform, and backpack flowing in the wind.

"Tim...I want you back. Will you be my boyfriend again?"