I'll Be Here For You--Always
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold.
Hi! I've had this idea floating around in my head for quite a while so I thought I'd put it down on paper and it worked really well. I have this story all written out, so no writer's block, however, I'm still working on the sequel so I'm going to space out when I post this story. One chapter a week. Sorry. Anyway, here it is. My new fic!!:D Enjoy!
------------------------------------------------- For years she vowed to herself to see him. When she finally worked up the courage, they said he moved away. Having moved herself many years before, she was heart-broken. They said that when his grandparents died, his parents (who had returned) sold the boarding house and moved without a trace. That 'ol building was worth a lot. Hell, it was a national landmark--she remembered.
She could distinctly remember how he looked the last time she saw him. His little skirt thing, and pants all in array. His treasure perched high upon his head, ten sizes two small, still stood in fifth grade, even after they found his parents. Him and his well renowned optimistic features; her and her infamous pink bow. Sure he liked, but we grow out of these things. It wasn't gaudy, or ugly. It was just.big. She had long gotten rid of it.
Well, maybe the last year of high school would get her mind off him. Other girls couldn't understand how she could just turn down guys like she did. The most popular guy (if that's what you call him) in school had asked her out on several occasions, getting the same response each time, no. They couldn't understand how she had men lined up halfway through town at her front door, and turned every one of them down.
But who could blame them for trying over and over again; trying to win her affection. Her two awkward pigtails fell from their old harborings and flowed lightly down the curve of her back. Straight, yet beautiful. Her ears formed out and her upper lip shrunk, making them plumper. Her eyes were of the most importance to her. They were two gorgeous sapphires that sparkled whenever she laughed--when she did.
Her attitude changed a little; from her badass, 'get out of my way' act to mellower and less hostile. The guys still kept a little distance and knew when to stop pestering her, or she would beat them up. She had already proven herself on few people who thought they were tougher than she was. Nobody gets by Helga the enigma.
This September day, the first day of the last year of school, and she was still taking the bus. Her father had enough money to buy her a car, but he always complained it was too much money. Heh, what was he talking about-- they were loaded. Nobody from her school lived close enough to give her a ride. All the teenagers in her neighborhood went to private schools, or stayed to themselves. She lived in a big beautiful half-million dollar home on Hazeltine golf course, where they held the PGA. Her house had five bedrooms, two of which were always occupied. Why her dad said he couldn't afford a car? --He didn't care. They were rolling in dough from Bob's recent build in the Mall of America. Big Bob's Beepers was going up all around the Twin Cities area. Helga just sighed thinking about it.
Then another thought came to her head. This was her last year at home, then it's bye bye Patakis. That didn't sadden her one bit.
She walked by the big house that somebody bought during the summer. She didn't know who it was that moved in because she had been back in Hillwood trying to find Arnold. Apparently, she missed the house's moving truck by one day. Just her luck. She stopped and looked at the house for a moment. There was a car outside that was on, but no driver occupied the seat. She remembered her mom saying something about a blond boy that moved in, but she said she didn't recognize him; then she fell asleep.
She continued walking and reached her destination of the curb where the bus picked her up. She was pretty uncomfortable about riding this bus. All the people were from lower class families and made fun of her. But then again, why should she be worried? She could just beat them up. It still broke her heart inside that people made fun of her, but she was popular; one of the most popular girls in the school.
That car that was in the driveway of the new family pulled up next to her and the tinted windows rolled down, revealing a blond boy with a football shaped head--wait a minute!?
'Arnold!?' Helga screamed. He looked at her funny, not recognizing her because of how much she's changed.
'Excuse me, do I know you?' He asked in confusion. 'I was just going to ask you if you wanted a ride. I'm new and don't know very many people so I thought I could start making some new friends.' She rolled her eyes. How dense could he possibly be?
'He-loooooooo! It's me, football head!' She yelled. His eyes widened at the realization of who this person--this girl who he hadn't seen in the past six years. Her ugly, scrawny frame filled out into a tall, slender womanly figure. Mother Nature had showered her with gifts.
'H-Helga?' He asked precariously, hoping she wouldn't lash out at him like in their younger years.
'Who were you expecting? Yeah it's me.' The petulance in her voice did not compensate with her beauty. It robbed her of her image. She found out most of the guys wanted to go out with her for her looks, and hoping to get some. That made her extremely furious--but Arnold was here now. She needed to tone down on her malice.
'S-so, What's life been like for you hair boy?' Realizing she was standing out in the cold and he was in the nice warm car, he suddenly felt guilty.
'Why don't I give you a ride to school and we can talk on the way?' he asked. She got in the car siemperly, and sat down. Why was she feeling so self-conscious? She was hot! She didn't need to wear make-up or anything, yet she was worried about how Arnold saw her. He drove out of the neighborhood and toward the school.
'They're gone.' He said deviously. She looked at him in confusion.
'Who?' It startled him to hear how soft her voice could be.
'My grandparents.'
'Oh, I know.and I'm sorry.' His eyes widened and he quickly pulled over to the side of the road. He stared at her for a moment.
'H-How did you know?' She looked up and met his eyes.
'W-well,' she started, 'I went back to Hillwood to visit, and they said you weren't there; that your grandparents passed on and your parents sold the boarding house and moved, without a trace.' His eyes widened even more.
'D-does anyone know why we left?' He asked quickly, obviously a little scared. She looked at him skeptically, but decided to ask later.
'No, they just said you left. Even Geraldo didn't know. Maybe you should call--'
'No!' He interjected. She was shooken by the demanding sound of his voice, 'Nobody can know. You can't tell anybody, not even Phoebe.'
'Why not?' She asked abashedly. He took a deep breath and let it out.
'I-I don't want to talk about it right now. Maybe I'll tell you tonight. Come over to my house at seven, and you can't tell anyone. Please Helga?' he beseeched her. Why would she let down her love? She wouldn't.
'S-sure. I won't tell.' He smiled and nodded, then pulled off the side and continued on their way to the school in silence.
~*~
'So, ya know where you're going?' She asked him.
'Well, I got this schedule, but I don't--'
'Helga!' a tall, dark and handsome boy yelled over the sea of people pushing his way towards her. Arnold stiffened up.
~Wow, she must be pretty popular. That must be her boy friend.~
Helga rolled her eyes at the boy.
'Josh, look. I've told you a million times, no!'
'B-but, we could go to a movie--as friends; then we could decide.'
'How about I decide now.NO!' She grabbed Arnold's wrist and quickly walked away.
'W-who was that?'
'Oh, Josh. One of the boys who's always bugging me.'
'It looks like he really likes you a lot.' He observed. Helga rolled her eyes at his comment.
'Yeah, he just wants in for a physical relationship, just like the rest.' She stated with no emotion in her voice, 'so what's your first class.' She changed the subject.
'Ummmm,' he said as he took his schedule out of his pocket, 'Looks like.Physics.'
'With who and what room?'
'Mrs. Bowner, room113B.' Helga stopped dead in her tracks and whipped out her schedule, and grabbing Arnold's schedule out of his hand she studied them meticulously and discovered she had five out of seven classes with him.
'W-what's wrong Helga?'
'N-nothing, we just have almost exactly the same schedule, give two classes.'
'Really?' He asked and took the schedules from her, checking them. His eyes widened at this irony. 'Well, that's kinda strange. So, where's our first class then?'
'C'mon, I'll show you.' She said and grabbed his arm, dragging him with her. Just as they came short of the door, her right and left hands showed up.
'Hey Helga!' They shouted simultaneously. She faked a smile since she wasn't exactly in the mood for a reunion.
'Oh, hi.'
'Who's this?' Ashley asked, her right hand.
'Oh, this is Arnold. He's an old friend who just moved here. We knew each other from school when we were little.'
'Ohhh, is he the boy you--' before she could finish her thought, Helga clamped her hand over Brittany's mouth, her left hand.
'Yeah, the one with the football shaped head. He's still got it. I've also mentioned tall hair boy, Phoebe and pink boy, right!?' She said quickly and nervously. Her friends understood that he didn't know of her infatuation with him. They were the only ones who knew in the school.
'Oh, yeah. I remember now. Hey, you have class with Mrs. Bowner this hour?'
'Yeah, so does Arnold. Hey, what a weird name that is, Bowner. Hah. It cracks me up! It's like, boner!' Everyone started snickering at Helga's comment as a beastly woman walked up behind Helga and stood there with her hands stiffly on her hips. Everyone but Helga stopped laughing when the teacher arrived. She stopped laughing when she noticed their faces.
'H-hey, what's wrong?' She looked behind her and almost screamed. The teacher snatched Helga's schedule from her hand and looked at it with her hawk eyes throughout low glasses on the edge of her nose. Her eyes darted up to Helga.
'Well Miss Pataki, it seems like we're going to have an interesting year. I expect you to pay attention in all of my lectures, not making jokes. I don't have a good sense of humor.' All the teens watched as the woman walked into the classroom.
'Well, talk about first impressions.' Ashley said.
'I don't think I'm going to like her.' Brittany complained.
'Hey, I'm sure she's a good person. We just have to give her a chance.' Arnold stated. All three girls looked at him.
'Once again, the glass is half full, eh Arnoldo?' Helga left and walked into the classroom. Ashley and Brittany followed and left Arnold standing outside.
'Well, I'm sure there's some good in her.' He said to himself before joining the girls in the room.
He scanned the room for Helga and found her sitting at a table wit two other people, they were guys. He walked over to the table and sat down.
'Ummm, we're saving that spot.' The guy with the letter jacket said. Helga shot him a glare.
'No, I'm saving this seat for him. If you've got a problem with that, maybe I can rearrange things in you head.' She said while cracking her knuckles.
'N-no. I-It's okay. He can sit here. By the way Helga, do you want to hang out Friday night?' He ended his question with a wink. Helga just sighed and rolled her eyes, again.
'No, and by the way is something wrong with your eye?' She asked smugly. The jock's smile faded and he retreated. Helga smiled in self-victory as Arnold sat down.
'On no, don't look now but here comes boner.' Helga whispered loudly to Arnold. He chuckled at her comment. Mrs.Bowner went to the front of the room, just as the bell rang.
'Hello class,' she droned, 'My name is Mrs. Bowner. For this class to be any interesting, I need to know who you are. Unfortunately I've already had the pleasure of meeting Miss Pataki. It seems she thinks my last name is humorous, isn't that right Pataki?' The teacher asked. The look in her eyes demanded a response.
'Yeah, that's right. You call me Pataki, I give you a name.'
'Oh, and what might that name be? I'm sure I already heard you say it.' She challenged. Helga's wit and sharp tongue shone through her response as she put a smug look on her face.
'Mrs. Man.' The class gasped at Helga's response. They knew she was quick, but this was something else.
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Okay, so that's the beginning to my new story. That took longer to type than usual. Anyway, r/r and can anyone tell me what rn means? (or rnrn) I've gotten it in many of my reviews and I'm extremely confused. Oh, and the Thanksgiving Episode of Hey Arnold rocks!!!:D Okay, till next time.
C ya l8ter!
Arnoldnhelga4eva
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold.
Hi! I've had this idea floating around in my head for quite a while so I thought I'd put it down on paper and it worked really well. I have this story all written out, so no writer's block, however, I'm still working on the sequel so I'm going to space out when I post this story. One chapter a week. Sorry. Anyway, here it is. My new fic!!:D Enjoy!
------------------------------------------------- For years she vowed to herself to see him. When she finally worked up the courage, they said he moved away. Having moved herself many years before, she was heart-broken. They said that when his grandparents died, his parents (who had returned) sold the boarding house and moved without a trace. That 'ol building was worth a lot. Hell, it was a national landmark--she remembered.
She could distinctly remember how he looked the last time she saw him. His little skirt thing, and pants all in array. His treasure perched high upon his head, ten sizes two small, still stood in fifth grade, even after they found his parents. Him and his well renowned optimistic features; her and her infamous pink bow. Sure he liked, but we grow out of these things. It wasn't gaudy, or ugly. It was just.big. She had long gotten rid of it.
Well, maybe the last year of high school would get her mind off him. Other girls couldn't understand how she could just turn down guys like she did. The most popular guy (if that's what you call him) in school had asked her out on several occasions, getting the same response each time, no. They couldn't understand how she had men lined up halfway through town at her front door, and turned every one of them down.
But who could blame them for trying over and over again; trying to win her affection. Her two awkward pigtails fell from their old harborings and flowed lightly down the curve of her back. Straight, yet beautiful. Her ears formed out and her upper lip shrunk, making them plumper. Her eyes were of the most importance to her. They were two gorgeous sapphires that sparkled whenever she laughed--when she did.
Her attitude changed a little; from her badass, 'get out of my way' act to mellower and less hostile. The guys still kept a little distance and knew when to stop pestering her, or she would beat them up. She had already proven herself on few people who thought they were tougher than she was. Nobody gets by Helga the enigma.
This September day, the first day of the last year of school, and she was still taking the bus. Her father had enough money to buy her a car, but he always complained it was too much money. Heh, what was he talking about-- they were loaded. Nobody from her school lived close enough to give her a ride. All the teenagers in her neighborhood went to private schools, or stayed to themselves. She lived in a big beautiful half-million dollar home on Hazeltine golf course, where they held the PGA. Her house had five bedrooms, two of which were always occupied. Why her dad said he couldn't afford a car? --He didn't care. They were rolling in dough from Bob's recent build in the Mall of America. Big Bob's Beepers was going up all around the Twin Cities area. Helga just sighed thinking about it.
Then another thought came to her head. This was her last year at home, then it's bye bye Patakis. That didn't sadden her one bit.
She walked by the big house that somebody bought during the summer. She didn't know who it was that moved in because she had been back in Hillwood trying to find Arnold. Apparently, she missed the house's moving truck by one day. Just her luck. She stopped and looked at the house for a moment. There was a car outside that was on, but no driver occupied the seat. She remembered her mom saying something about a blond boy that moved in, but she said she didn't recognize him; then she fell asleep.
She continued walking and reached her destination of the curb where the bus picked her up. She was pretty uncomfortable about riding this bus. All the people were from lower class families and made fun of her. But then again, why should she be worried? She could just beat them up. It still broke her heart inside that people made fun of her, but she was popular; one of the most popular girls in the school.
That car that was in the driveway of the new family pulled up next to her and the tinted windows rolled down, revealing a blond boy with a football shaped head--wait a minute!?
'Arnold!?' Helga screamed. He looked at her funny, not recognizing her because of how much she's changed.
'Excuse me, do I know you?' He asked in confusion. 'I was just going to ask you if you wanted a ride. I'm new and don't know very many people so I thought I could start making some new friends.' She rolled her eyes. How dense could he possibly be?
'He-loooooooo! It's me, football head!' She yelled. His eyes widened at the realization of who this person--this girl who he hadn't seen in the past six years. Her ugly, scrawny frame filled out into a tall, slender womanly figure. Mother Nature had showered her with gifts.
'H-Helga?' He asked precariously, hoping she wouldn't lash out at him like in their younger years.
'Who were you expecting? Yeah it's me.' The petulance in her voice did not compensate with her beauty. It robbed her of her image. She found out most of the guys wanted to go out with her for her looks, and hoping to get some. That made her extremely furious--but Arnold was here now. She needed to tone down on her malice.
'S-so, What's life been like for you hair boy?' Realizing she was standing out in the cold and he was in the nice warm car, he suddenly felt guilty.
'Why don't I give you a ride to school and we can talk on the way?' he asked. She got in the car siemperly, and sat down. Why was she feeling so self-conscious? She was hot! She didn't need to wear make-up or anything, yet she was worried about how Arnold saw her. He drove out of the neighborhood and toward the school.
'They're gone.' He said deviously. She looked at him in confusion.
'Who?' It startled him to hear how soft her voice could be.
'My grandparents.'
'Oh, I know.and I'm sorry.' His eyes widened and he quickly pulled over to the side of the road. He stared at her for a moment.
'H-How did you know?' She looked up and met his eyes.
'W-well,' she started, 'I went back to Hillwood to visit, and they said you weren't there; that your grandparents passed on and your parents sold the boarding house and moved, without a trace.' His eyes widened even more.
'D-does anyone know why we left?' He asked quickly, obviously a little scared. She looked at him skeptically, but decided to ask later.
'No, they just said you left. Even Geraldo didn't know. Maybe you should call--'
'No!' He interjected. She was shooken by the demanding sound of his voice, 'Nobody can know. You can't tell anybody, not even Phoebe.'
'Why not?' She asked abashedly. He took a deep breath and let it out.
'I-I don't want to talk about it right now. Maybe I'll tell you tonight. Come over to my house at seven, and you can't tell anyone. Please Helga?' he beseeched her. Why would she let down her love? She wouldn't.
'S-sure. I won't tell.' He smiled and nodded, then pulled off the side and continued on their way to the school in silence.
~*~
'So, ya know where you're going?' She asked him.
'Well, I got this schedule, but I don't--'
'Helga!' a tall, dark and handsome boy yelled over the sea of people pushing his way towards her. Arnold stiffened up.
~Wow, she must be pretty popular. That must be her boy friend.~
Helga rolled her eyes at the boy.
'Josh, look. I've told you a million times, no!'
'B-but, we could go to a movie--as friends; then we could decide.'
'How about I decide now.NO!' She grabbed Arnold's wrist and quickly walked away.
'W-who was that?'
'Oh, Josh. One of the boys who's always bugging me.'
'It looks like he really likes you a lot.' He observed. Helga rolled her eyes at his comment.
'Yeah, he just wants in for a physical relationship, just like the rest.' She stated with no emotion in her voice, 'so what's your first class.' She changed the subject.
'Ummmm,' he said as he took his schedule out of his pocket, 'Looks like.Physics.'
'With who and what room?'
'Mrs. Bowner, room113B.' Helga stopped dead in her tracks and whipped out her schedule, and grabbing Arnold's schedule out of his hand she studied them meticulously and discovered she had five out of seven classes with him.
'W-what's wrong Helga?'
'N-nothing, we just have almost exactly the same schedule, give two classes.'
'Really?' He asked and took the schedules from her, checking them. His eyes widened at this irony. 'Well, that's kinda strange. So, where's our first class then?'
'C'mon, I'll show you.' She said and grabbed his arm, dragging him with her. Just as they came short of the door, her right and left hands showed up.
'Hey Helga!' They shouted simultaneously. She faked a smile since she wasn't exactly in the mood for a reunion.
'Oh, hi.'
'Who's this?' Ashley asked, her right hand.
'Oh, this is Arnold. He's an old friend who just moved here. We knew each other from school when we were little.'
'Ohhh, is he the boy you--' before she could finish her thought, Helga clamped her hand over Brittany's mouth, her left hand.
'Yeah, the one with the football shaped head. He's still got it. I've also mentioned tall hair boy, Phoebe and pink boy, right!?' She said quickly and nervously. Her friends understood that he didn't know of her infatuation with him. They were the only ones who knew in the school.
'Oh, yeah. I remember now. Hey, you have class with Mrs. Bowner this hour?'
'Yeah, so does Arnold. Hey, what a weird name that is, Bowner. Hah. It cracks me up! It's like, boner!' Everyone started snickering at Helga's comment as a beastly woman walked up behind Helga and stood there with her hands stiffly on her hips. Everyone but Helga stopped laughing when the teacher arrived. She stopped laughing when she noticed their faces.
'H-hey, what's wrong?' She looked behind her and almost screamed. The teacher snatched Helga's schedule from her hand and looked at it with her hawk eyes throughout low glasses on the edge of her nose. Her eyes darted up to Helga.
'Well Miss Pataki, it seems like we're going to have an interesting year. I expect you to pay attention in all of my lectures, not making jokes. I don't have a good sense of humor.' All the teens watched as the woman walked into the classroom.
'Well, talk about first impressions.' Ashley said.
'I don't think I'm going to like her.' Brittany complained.
'Hey, I'm sure she's a good person. We just have to give her a chance.' Arnold stated. All three girls looked at him.
'Once again, the glass is half full, eh Arnoldo?' Helga left and walked into the classroom. Ashley and Brittany followed and left Arnold standing outside.
'Well, I'm sure there's some good in her.' He said to himself before joining the girls in the room.
He scanned the room for Helga and found her sitting at a table wit two other people, they were guys. He walked over to the table and sat down.
'Ummm, we're saving that spot.' The guy with the letter jacket said. Helga shot him a glare.
'No, I'm saving this seat for him. If you've got a problem with that, maybe I can rearrange things in you head.' She said while cracking her knuckles.
'N-no. I-It's okay. He can sit here. By the way Helga, do you want to hang out Friday night?' He ended his question with a wink. Helga just sighed and rolled her eyes, again.
'No, and by the way is something wrong with your eye?' She asked smugly. The jock's smile faded and he retreated. Helga smiled in self-victory as Arnold sat down.
'On no, don't look now but here comes boner.' Helga whispered loudly to Arnold. He chuckled at her comment. Mrs.Bowner went to the front of the room, just as the bell rang.
'Hello class,' she droned, 'My name is Mrs. Bowner. For this class to be any interesting, I need to know who you are. Unfortunately I've already had the pleasure of meeting Miss Pataki. It seems she thinks my last name is humorous, isn't that right Pataki?' The teacher asked. The look in her eyes demanded a response.
'Yeah, that's right. You call me Pataki, I give you a name.'
'Oh, and what might that name be? I'm sure I already heard you say it.' She challenged. Helga's wit and sharp tongue shone through her response as she put a smug look on her face.
'Mrs. Man.' The class gasped at Helga's response. They knew she was quick, but this was something else.
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Okay, so that's the beginning to my new story. That took longer to type than usual. Anyway, r/r and can anyone tell me what rn means? (or rnrn) I've gotten it in many of my reviews and I'm extremely confused. Oh, and the Thanksgiving Episode of Hey Arnold rocks!!!:D Okay, till next time.
C ya l8ter!
Arnoldnhelga4eva