Love and Colorado
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: I don't own HA.
Hey. I told u I'd be back. I wrote this in about a week, when I had sudden inspiration. We had to take these practice writing tests and I got the highest score in the class on a rubric of 0-6. I got a 5, which means next to perfect. 6 means perfect, and they don't give out very many of them. I was happy, so I decided to write about an idea I've had for a while. It's a little different from what I've written in the past, so that's why it's here. You'll see why later. Anyway, enjoy, and I'll update once a week.
Also, I'll have a quote of the week. Here's the first one, its pretty funny.
If you build a man a fire, he'll be warm the rest of the night;
If you light a man on fire, he'll be warm the rest of his life.
-Anonymous
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Goodbye
'Good riddance! I hope I never see you again!' A ten-year-old Helga Pataki yelled at her parents. Social Services was taking her from her parents after her father beat her time after time and her mother thrown in a psyche hospital for her 'problems.' Truthfully, Helga was more that relieved to be taken away. Phoebe's family had moved to Japan and she was sure Arnold would never love her. Besides, he himself would be going into the hands of foster parents. He was an orphan now.
-^-
'I'll never forget you.' Arnold knelt down at his grandparents' graves and kissed their soil one last time before he filed into the car that would be taking him and all his possessions to his foster home. He was told that it would be him, and one other girl. They hadn't told him the name of the girl yet, but he was told that she came from many problems. Her father beat her and her mother as a loon. The woman that would be taking care of them was in her mid thirties; a very nice woman.
His grandparents had died earlier than expected and the boarding house was history. It was being bought out by some company to build into a jewelry store. He had packed everything p and it was already on its way to his new home. None of the boarders were capable of affording to have Arnold stay with them, so they all said their farewells before Arnold left to see Gerald for the last time in a while.
'Good luck buddy, I'm gonna miss ya,' then they did their thumb shake and Arnold left.
They let him one final farewell to his grandparents before he left. All hope of finding his parents rested in his grandparents. All that hope was now gone. They would be lost forever.
-^-
Things weren't looking up for either of the two kids right now. They lost their families, their friends, and their futures rested in the new person that would be taking care of each of them.
-^-
'Crimeny! When are we gonna get there?' the man sitting next to Helga dressed in all black looked over at her, half annoyed. 'I told you Miss Pataki, your new home is four hours away. Just be patient and we'll be there sooner than you know it.' She sighed and leaned back, quiet for the rest of the trip. They ha mentioned a boy would be living with her. He himself had lost family, but to death. She couldn't bear the thoughts of being so far from Arnold.
She reached into her dress and produced the rather large locket from the chain on her neck. She outlined the curves of his figure slowly with her left index finger, inwardly swooning.
'Oh my beloved, my benevolent prince
If only I hadn't scorn you all those years;
Would we be adjoined one day?
Would I reside at your wonderful new house?' She sighed, clutching the locket to her chest. The man looked over at her skeptically and she quickly hid the locket, blushing furiously.
'What's that?' he asked.
'Oh, heh, its nothing.' She said nervously. He shrugged and went back to playing games on his cell phone. Helga looked back out the window.
-^-
Arnold stared down at a picture of his entire family as they drove toward his new home. It was a picture of them all at his first birthday party. They all looked so happy. He stared at the picture almost the entire four- hour drive. The woman riding with him looked over.
'Its not easy, is it kid?' Arnold sniffed a few tears back and looked up abruptly.
'Huh?' She smiled.
'I was a foster child myself. Lost my parents in a fire. Both of my parents were only children, and all my grandparents were dead. This nice woman took me in and I grew to love her, not as my parents, but my protector. That's why I went into this business. She really cared about me, and I know this woman will really care about you. Just be happy you only have to deal with one other kid, and not three.' Arnold smiled.
'Thanks.' He said and changed his view to out the window.
'I wonder what the other kid is going to be like.' He thought, not knowing Helga was thinking the same thing, not so far away. They were approaching the new house; they were in the neighborhood. Arnold's car drove into the driveway and Helga's car followed almost instantly. Both cars doors opened and the two kids stepped out, shocked at what they saw even thought it was nine at night, the street lights cast light over the kids.
'Helga!?' Arnold yelled.
'Arnold!?' Helga screamed simultaneously. The two kids were staring at each other, their mouths agape.
'No! This can't be happening.' Arnold thought to himself, 'she hates me. I can't live with her!' Helga just continued to stare until she turned up her nose in the air and walked away. Arnold watched her go in the house. He noticed some bruises on her arm that she kept pulling her sleeve to cover them.
'You know this girl?' the woman asked Arnold. He nodded idly and she copied his gesture, 'Her dad beat her up pretty bad, her mom just sat around all day, watching it go on. Pretty sad.' Arnold glanced up at the woman quickly, then back to Helga. Maybe he didn't really know her that well.
'C'mon,' she said, ushering Arnold into the house, 'the moving van will be here soon, lets get you inside you can meet Mary.' Arnold went along and walked into the house to see Helga and an older lady sitting across from her. The older lady had brown curly hair that stuck up all around. Her face resembled an angel though. Her house was like walking into a house from the early 1900's. It had antique looking furniture that seemed as if you touched it, it would crumble beneath your fingers. The woman on the couch looked up at Arnold and Helga glanced over as well. She looked a lot happier than when she arrived. Maybe that was the lighting though.
'Hello Arnold,' the woman said, 'I'm Mary. Come have a seat.' The woman who had brought him here gave him a slight push toward a couch, the same couch Helga was sitting on. Arnold looked back at her and she winked making him smile. He joined Helga on the couch as she scooted as far away from him as possible.
'We're going to let the three of you get aquatinted now. We'll start bringing in the boxes.' The woman said again. She looked over at the man that had accompanied Helga and smiled sweetly. The man smiled goofily back and they shared a brief moment lost in each other's eyes before leaving. Arnold and Helga looked at one another, then fixed their gaze over to Mary.
'Hi, I'm Arnold.' Mary smiled and gesture over to Helga, introducing her, 'Oh, Helga and I know each other form school.' Mary looked surprised at this.
'Oh! What a small world. That's good though. I would like to learn a little more about you.' She said with a smile. Arnold knew he would like her.
-^-
'Wow, your parents were Jungle explorers?' Mary asked incredeciously. Helga was also staring at him wide eyed. She knew his parents explored the jungle, but she didn't know of all these stories. Arnold reached into his backpack and withdrew an old leather book, a journal seemingly. He looked at it like it was all he had left. He opened it and a picture fell out. It was a man with unruly blond hair, and a brunette woman, with an oval shaped head.
'Are those your parents?' Helga asked softly, and a little shocked by how gentle her voice was. He just nodded and smiled.
'Yeah. The picture's a little worn out, but I take it everywhere. They could still be alive.' Mary and Helga nodded knowingly until Mary glanced over at the clock.
'Oh my! You two need to get to bed!' she started running out of the room and the kids followed. They gasped at what they saw.
'Oh! Everything is set up!' Mary yelled happily. The two kids looked in awe that their guardians on the trip there had fixed everything up. In Arnold's room was all his clothes, gadgets, everything laid out on the floor. In Helga's room, her clothes, poetry books, toys.wait, POETRY BOOKS!?
'Hehe, uhhh, I'll be right back.' Helga said panicky running into her new room. Quickly as fast as she could, she stuffed all her books and Arnold things into her closet.
'Ahhh, much better.' She said to no one imparticular. Then she pulled out her locket, feeling inspiration coming from within. She started dancing around the room lost in her own little world.
'Oh Arnold! How fate brought us together! If you could only see how petty my cruel actions are, and how I long to be like my benevolent football headed prince. My beloved, Arnold, Arnold.' she fell back on her bed clutching the locket.
'Helga?' Arnold asked in the doorway. Helga bolted upright at the sound of his voice.
'Arnold!' she screamed stuffing her locket back in her shirt, putting it back on its chain, ' I-I mean, get out of here you weird headed little creep! Can't you see I'm getting my stuff together!? Crimeny!' she yelled.
'Sorry.' He replied, almost sorry he bothered her. He closed the door and she flopped back onto her bed, wiping her brow.
'Whew,' She said in relief. At least he was dense.
Meanwhile outside the room, Mary approached Arnold. 'Does she always do that?' she asked. Arnold nodded.
'I don't know why either. Its like a reaction for her.' He said sadly. Mary put a hand reassuringly on his shoulder.
'Don't worry, she'll come around,' Arnold smiled a little, 'Now. Go get the rest of your stuff unpacked so you can take a shower and go to bed.' She smiled at him. He nodded and retreated to his room. Mary sighed. How would she get those two to get along? It would be hard, but she would make it work. They just can't get too close. Only brotherly and sisterly, no more. She remembered what happened to those other kids who got in a relationship. They were ruined, or so she heard. She went to her room, still contemplating her thought.
-^-
'Goodnight Helga.' Mary smiled from the doorway. Helga felt almost shocked. She had never really been tucked in or said good night to . A smile spread across her face as wide as Arnold's head.
'Goodnight Mary, and thank you.' Helga said and laid down. Soon, her eyes became so heavy they drifted her off as she surrendered to sleep.
Arnold smiled across the hall after Mary had gone to bed. It would be a better life for Helga.
'But what about me?' He asked himself, 'I miss my grandparents.' A tear slid down his cheek as sleep finally claimed him.
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In the next chapter they will be teenagers. Don't worry, I can't get writer's block on this story b/c I have it all laid out. Its all finished, I just have to write it, if you know what I mean. It will pick up in the next chapter, so this one may have seemed a little slow. I gotta go. R/R, please.
C ya l8ter!
Arnoldnhelga4eva
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: I don't own HA.
Hey. I told u I'd be back. I wrote this in about a week, when I had sudden inspiration. We had to take these practice writing tests and I got the highest score in the class on a rubric of 0-6. I got a 5, which means next to perfect. 6 means perfect, and they don't give out very many of them. I was happy, so I decided to write about an idea I've had for a while. It's a little different from what I've written in the past, so that's why it's here. You'll see why later. Anyway, enjoy, and I'll update once a week.
Also, I'll have a quote of the week. Here's the first one, its pretty funny.
If you build a man a fire, he'll be warm the rest of the night;
If you light a man on fire, he'll be warm the rest of his life.
-Anonymous
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Goodbye
'Good riddance! I hope I never see you again!' A ten-year-old Helga Pataki yelled at her parents. Social Services was taking her from her parents after her father beat her time after time and her mother thrown in a psyche hospital for her 'problems.' Truthfully, Helga was more that relieved to be taken away. Phoebe's family had moved to Japan and she was sure Arnold would never love her. Besides, he himself would be going into the hands of foster parents. He was an orphan now.
-^-
'I'll never forget you.' Arnold knelt down at his grandparents' graves and kissed their soil one last time before he filed into the car that would be taking him and all his possessions to his foster home. He was told that it would be him, and one other girl. They hadn't told him the name of the girl yet, but he was told that she came from many problems. Her father beat her and her mother as a loon. The woman that would be taking care of them was in her mid thirties; a very nice woman.
His grandparents had died earlier than expected and the boarding house was history. It was being bought out by some company to build into a jewelry store. He had packed everything p and it was already on its way to his new home. None of the boarders were capable of affording to have Arnold stay with them, so they all said their farewells before Arnold left to see Gerald for the last time in a while.
'Good luck buddy, I'm gonna miss ya,' then they did their thumb shake and Arnold left.
They let him one final farewell to his grandparents before he left. All hope of finding his parents rested in his grandparents. All that hope was now gone. They would be lost forever.
-^-
Things weren't looking up for either of the two kids right now. They lost their families, their friends, and their futures rested in the new person that would be taking care of each of them.
-^-
'Crimeny! When are we gonna get there?' the man sitting next to Helga dressed in all black looked over at her, half annoyed. 'I told you Miss Pataki, your new home is four hours away. Just be patient and we'll be there sooner than you know it.' She sighed and leaned back, quiet for the rest of the trip. They ha mentioned a boy would be living with her. He himself had lost family, but to death. She couldn't bear the thoughts of being so far from Arnold.
She reached into her dress and produced the rather large locket from the chain on her neck. She outlined the curves of his figure slowly with her left index finger, inwardly swooning.
'Oh my beloved, my benevolent prince
If only I hadn't scorn you all those years;
Would we be adjoined one day?
Would I reside at your wonderful new house?' She sighed, clutching the locket to her chest. The man looked over at her skeptically and she quickly hid the locket, blushing furiously.
'What's that?' he asked.
'Oh, heh, its nothing.' She said nervously. He shrugged and went back to playing games on his cell phone. Helga looked back out the window.
-^-
Arnold stared down at a picture of his entire family as they drove toward his new home. It was a picture of them all at his first birthday party. They all looked so happy. He stared at the picture almost the entire four- hour drive. The woman riding with him looked over.
'Its not easy, is it kid?' Arnold sniffed a few tears back and looked up abruptly.
'Huh?' She smiled.
'I was a foster child myself. Lost my parents in a fire. Both of my parents were only children, and all my grandparents were dead. This nice woman took me in and I grew to love her, not as my parents, but my protector. That's why I went into this business. She really cared about me, and I know this woman will really care about you. Just be happy you only have to deal with one other kid, and not three.' Arnold smiled.
'Thanks.' He said and changed his view to out the window.
'I wonder what the other kid is going to be like.' He thought, not knowing Helga was thinking the same thing, not so far away. They were approaching the new house; they were in the neighborhood. Arnold's car drove into the driveway and Helga's car followed almost instantly. Both cars doors opened and the two kids stepped out, shocked at what they saw even thought it was nine at night, the street lights cast light over the kids.
'Helga!?' Arnold yelled.
'Arnold!?' Helga screamed simultaneously. The two kids were staring at each other, their mouths agape.
'No! This can't be happening.' Arnold thought to himself, 'she hates me. I can't live with her!' Helga just continued to stare until she turned up her nose in the air and walked away. Arnold watched her go in the house. He noticed some bruises on her arm that she kept pulling her sleeve to cover them.
'You know this girl?' the woman asked Arnold. He nodded idly and she copied his gesture, 'Her dad beat her up pretty bad, her mom just sat around all day, watching it go on. Pretty sad.' Arnold glanced up at the woman quickly, then back to Helga. Maybe he didn't really know her that well.
'C'mon,' she said, ushering Arnold into the house, 'the moving van will be here soon, lets get you inside you can meet Mary.' Arnold went along and walked into the house to see Helga and an older lady sitting across from her. The older lady had brown curly hair that stuck up all around. Her face resembled an angel though. Her house was like walking into a house from the early 1900's. It had antique looking furniture that seemed as if you touched it, it would crumble beneath your fingers. The woman on the couch looked up at Arnold and Helga glanced over as well. She looked a lot happier than when she arrived. Maybe that was the lighting though.
'Hello Arnold,' the woman said, 'I'm Mary. Come have a seat.' The woman who had brought him here gave him a slight push toward a couch, the same couch Helga was sitting on. Arnold looked back at her and she winked making him smile. He joined Helga on the couch as she scooted as far away from him as possible.
'We're going to let the three of you get aquatinted now. We'll start bringing in the boxes.' The woman said again. She looked over at the man that had accompanied Helga and smiled sweetly. The man smiled goofily back and they shared a brief moment lost in each other's eyes before leaving. Arnold and Helga looked at one another, then fixed their gaze over to Mary.
'Hi, I'm Arnold.' Mary smiled and gesture over to Helga, introducing her, 'Oh, Helga and I know each other form school.' Mary looked surprised at this.
'Oh! What a small world. That's good though. I would like to learn a little more about you.' She said with a smile. Arnold knew he would like her.
-^-
'Wow, your parents were Jungle explorers?' Mary asked incredeciously. Helga was also staring at him wide eyed. She knew his parents explored the jungle, but she didn't know of all these stories. Arnold reached into his backpack and withdrew an old leather book, a journal seemingly. He looked at it like it was all he had left. He opened it and a picture fell out. It was a man with unruly blond hair, and a brunette woman, with an oval shaped head.
'Are those your parents?' Helga asked softly, and a little shocked by how gentle her voice was. He just nodded and smiled.
'Yeah. The picture's a little worn out, but I take it everywhere. They could still be alive.' Mary and Helga nodded knowingly until Mary glanced over at the clock.
'Oh my! You two need to get to bed!' she started running out of the room and the kids followed. They gasped at what they saw.
'Oh! Everything is set up!' Mary yelled happily. The two kids looked in awe that their guardians on the trip there had fixed everything up. In Arnold's room was all his clothes, gadgets, everything laid out on the floor. In Helga's room, her clothes, poetry books, toys.wait, POETRY BOOKS!?
'Hehe, uhhh, I'll be right back.' Helga said panicky running into her new room. Quickly as fast as she could, she stuffed all her books and Arnold things into her closet.
'Ahhh, much better.' She said to no one imparticular. Then she pulled out her locket, feeling inspiration coming from within. She started dancing around the room lost in her own little world.
'Oh Arnold! How fate brought us together! If you could only see how petty my cruel actions are, and how I long to be like my benevolent football headed prince. My beloved, Arnold, Arnold.' she fell back on her bed clutching the locket.
'Helga?' Arnold asked in the doorway. Helga bolted upright at the sound of his voice.
'Arnold!' she screamed stuffing her locket back in her shirt, putting it back on its chain, ' I-I mean, get out of here you weird headed little creep! Can't you see I'm getting my stuff together!? Crimeny!' she yelled.
'Sorry.' He replied, almost sorry he bothered her. He closed the door and she flopped back onto her bed, wiping her brow.
'Whew,' She said in relief. At least he was dense.
Meanwhile outside the room, Mary approached Arnold. 'Does she always do that?' she asked. Arnold nodded.
'I don't know why either. Its like a reaction for her.' He said sadly. Mary put a hand reassuringly on his shoulder.
'Don't worry, she'll come around,' Arnold smiled a little, 'Now. Go get the rest of your stuff unpacked so you can take a shower and go to bed.' She smiled at him. He nodded and retreated to his room. Mary sighed. How would she get those two to get along? It would be hard, but she would make it work. They just can't get too close. Only brotherly and sisterly, no more. She remembered what happened to those other kids who got in a relationship. They were ruined, or so she heard. She went to her room, still contemplating her thought.
-^-
'Goodnight Helga.' Mary smiled from the doorway. Helga felt almost shocked. She had never really been tucked in or said good night to . A smile spread across her face as wide as Arnold's head.
'Goodnight Mary, and thank you.' Helga said and laid down. Soon, her eyes became so heavy they drifted her off as she surrendered to sleep.
Arnold smiled across the hall after Mary had gone to bed. It would be a better life for Helga.
'But what about me?' He asked himself, 'I miss my grandparents.' A tear slid down his cheek as sleep finally claimed him.
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In the next chapter they will be teenagers. Don't worry, I can't get writer's block on this story b/c I have it all laid out. Its all finished, I just have to write it, if you know what I mean. It will pick up in the next chapter, so this one may have seemed a little slow. I gotta go. R/R, please.
C ya l8ter!
Arnoldnhelga4eva