This is the main story, before you read this- PLEASE read my prequel titled Yeah, We'll Meet Again


Wishing I owned Hey Arnold! but I don't and Craig Bartlett/Nickelodeon do


April 1-

I had the dream again. Arnold and I are dancing. Hot and sweaty; our faces touching. "Helga," his voice is hollow and far away, "there's something I've been meaning to tell you." He turns me fast and hard. My heart is beating faster than a hummingbird. He dips me low, bringing me right into his body. I am so hot; I could burst into flames any moment. Our noses just meet; we are breathing the same air, it is too much, "Yeah I've just been waiting-," his voice is low, "waiting for the right moment." he spins me again and brings me in close- I am cold. There is no air. Only water. I kick with all my might, but there is nothing to push off, and nowhere to go. There is only water in every direction. Everything begins to go black- and once again I wake up with my face crashed into the floor of my bedroom.

-HGP

"Every year I have that damn dream," I groan and get up. "No air? Hmph, this room has no air." I turn on a fan and try to get back to sleep, I should be fine now.