it must have been the way you kissed me.
1.) " Pink Bow "
Phoebe: 15 yrs. old.
Helga: 14 yrs. old.
(Phoebe's POV.)
" Nice bow. I like your bow cause' it's pink like your pants. "
I kept taunting her. I kept at it and at it just to get on her nerves. I know it's pretty juvenile but I couldn't help it, I was so fed up with it all.
" Stop it, Phoebe. " Helga demanded.
I couldn't stop though, I couldn't. In Pre-school, Arnold had said the exact same thing to her and because of it she stayed with it no matter what. Now here we were, in her room while her older sister Olga listened in to are conversation. She thought she was low but I could see her through the open crack of Helga's bedroom door.
" You want me to stop ? So then take off that damn bow ! '' I yelled.
" I can't, you know that ! '' Helga yelled back.
" Shit, Helga. It's been over 12 years ! If Arnold loved you- or even had a small bit of interest in you. don't you think he would have told you by know ? " I said and stood up on my feet to face her. Her face was turning red and she looked as if she was about to cry but I couldn't back down now.
" You can't do this to me, Helga..I love you and I know you love me too so then why.." I stopped talking when I saw the tears rolling down Helga's face. I hate making her cry since it was just so out of character for her to do so. The only two people in this world who can actually make her cry is Arnold and me.
" You-you're my best friend, Phoebe. I-I shouldn't love you like that…'' Helga said in an apologetic tone.
I just shook my head, picked up my things and headed out the door.
AN- Awww. ;)