Disclaimer: Yeah, so the rumors are true, I DON'T own Hey Arnold, never have, never will. SO STOP PESTERING ME!! But I do own...... no wait, I don't own that either.
Oh yeah, they're all Seniors, and I do, however, own Sean. So without further ado...
That's Weird
Arnold and the gang were out in the hallway, eating their lunch.
"Hey Arnold here comes your girlfriend," Gerald teased
"Shut up," he smirked as Lila approached, "hey girl." Arnold started to kiss her, when she pulled away.
"Arnold," she said softly, "you know the rules."
"Who cares about the rules."
"Just wait till we're alone," she whispered, then, "I'll see you at 7 tonight."
"Alright," he smiled. She smiled back, squeezed his hand, then left for Yearbook. (Which didn't start for another 15 minutes.) Sure, he was happy with Lila, well more like ecstatic. This was his dream come true, after all. Yet, something was missing. Suddenly, Helga's snapping fingers pulled him out of his reverie.
"Yo, FootballHead, you in there?" Helga said smiling.
"I don't think so?" chuckled Arnold.
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( A/N: that's the bell not profanity)
"C'mon Helga, let's get to class," said Sean. Sean was Helga's boyfriend. They had been dating for a few months. Sean was the captain for the Football, Wrestling, and (currently) the Baseball team, his muscles bulged from under his shirt, and if what the girls were saying was true, he was blessed with the perfect face. (A/N: use your imagination here) Now Helga was a different story. Although, she had become considerably nicer, she was still quite tough. She also kept in nice shape. Yet, she is what some would call a "drama freak." She played numerous roles ranging from "Mrs. Baker" in Butterflies are Free to "Guinevere" in Camelot to even "Helen Keller" in Miracle Worker.
Third Block went by very quickly for Arnold, and he stepped out of Mrs. Burchett's biology class.
"Hey Arnold," he heard a voice say. Helga was standing outside the door waiting for him. "You ready for drama class?"
Now, at first, Arnold was very skeptical about joining the class, but after much convincing from Helga, he gave in. Helga turned out to be right about the class. it was extremely fun. Mr. Walker had the small class do numerous improvs, short scenes, monologues.
After Mr. Walker called the role, he stepped in front the class, scratched his back with his cane, then sat on it, while he waited for... "yeah right, like they're ever going to settle down," he thought.
"Okkay class, I suppose we'll start off with improvs, then I'll let you work on your scenes. Alright we'll start off with Arnold and..."
Arnold thought, "Helga, it's always..."
"Helga." Wait a second that wasn't Arnold's voice. Oh, it was Mr. Walker speaking, of course! Arnold and Helga glanced knowingly at each other and stepped in front of the classroom. Mr. Walker wrinkled his brow in thought. A small smile started to spread across his face.
"Okkay, both of you are friends, but I want you to confront him and tell him that you are...in love with him," he said pointing at Helga, "and Arnold, I want you to tell her you feel the same way. (A/N: if you are thinking that I'll bring them together, because of the improv, you're wrong, just read on). " Start when you're ready..."
Arnold: Hey! You said you wanted to meet me?
Helga: Yeah, uh... beautiful day, huh?
Arnold: Yeah, I guess if you count cold and rainy as beautiful
Arnold: So, you were saying
Helga: Yes, I... Oh this is so hard.
Arnold: Is something wrong , are you okkay?
Helga: No, I'm fine, I'm fine...
Arnold: You sure, we could meet later...
Helga: NO! I mean, no I need to do this now, or I'll never do it...
Arnold: Well, we at least go inside where it's warmer...
Helga: NO, listen... I...
Arnold: I'll meet you tom... and he began to get up and leave
Helga: love you
Arnold: turns around what?
Helga: I love you... Arnold
Arnold: What!?!?
Helga: I've loved you since... I was 3, but I can understand if you just want to be friends...
Arnold: Helga...
Helga: I mean it's not like I really expected you to love me back...
Arnold: little impatient Helga...
Helga: Why did I put myself through this torture.
Arnold: HELGA, I love you.
Helga: Really?
Arnold: Yeah, and for the longest time, too!
Helga: enthusiastically WELL, WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING!?!?
Arnold: I'm sorry. Wanna catch a movie?
Helga: Why not? They walked off to the side hand in hand.
They were met by a mild applause as they walked back to their seats. During the next improvs, Arnold thought about his improv with Helga. It was familiar, too familiar, as a matter fact, it was the exact conversation he had had with her back in 7th grade... up to a certain point
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Helga: I mean it's not like I really expected you to love me back...
Arnold: Helga... I'm flattered
Helga just looked at him.
Arnold: but... I'm sorry.
She began to leave, not wanting Arnold to see her cry. Yet, Arnold's firm grip on her arm stopped her.
Arnold: Now wait a second, I said I was sorry and I know that doesn't make things any easier, but your instincts were right, I can't be expected to fall in love with you, instantaneously. I mean, all I've really known about you is that you've been rotten to me 98% of the time and then there's that 2% when I see a much gentler side of you, which personally I like better. You know, it's words like these," he said, referring to her confession, "that could actually be a good thing.
He paused when he noticed the quizzical look on her face, Well, I what mean is that this could strengthen our friendship, and may even bring us closer together.
Helga smiled inwardly when he uttered the word 'us' and was relieved to know that maybe all was not lost. Arnold continued, "Now, I can be rest assured that no matter how I'm feeling or what I'm dealing with, I can always turn to you, because I know you truly, truly care for me. Also, I will always be there when you need me, as well."
Helga: Well this didn't exactly follow through with the way I hope, but I'll manage. Besides I've always wondered what it would be like to be a footballhead's best friend.
Arnold: Well Helga, we have the rest of our lives to find out...
Even to this day they have been the best of friends, telling each other things that not even Gerald and Phoebe knew, and Helga's attitude toward Arnold, was definitely less 'brutal' since their meeting.
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'She truly cared for me, she truly cared for me and I toss her aside.' thought Arnold, 'Maybe that wasn't the best idea, I mean it could of worked out...what am I thinking. Boy if Gerald knew, he'd think I suffered from brain damage. Besides we were only in 7th grade, love back then meant nothing… didn't it.'