Her Eyes Full Of Stars
If there had ever been a night to just sit on the roof and think this would have been that night. In fact, that is exactly what Helga G. Pataki had been doing for the past hour and a half. Just sitting there contemplating the existential nature of her youth and all the variables present within. For example, earlier that same day a certain football-headed boy, whom she had been trying to avoid recently, had just showed up at her house, thrust a bouquet of blue roses into her arms, quickly leaned in and planted a peck on her cheek, and promptly departed leaving a very beet-red and confused Helga in his wake. And as if that hadn't been enough she had discovered upon closer inspection of the bouquet that a tiny card had been hidden inside the miriad of stems. Her hand had hesitated for a moment, hovering just above the soft white thing, but had eventually found the will to grasp the card and read it's contents. The card in itself was quite ordinary, however what had been written inside stopped Helga's heart. 'I like these flowers because they are blue like your eyes'. She turned the card over in her hand for perhaps the hundredth time that day asking herself the same question that she had been asking since first reading it: "what does this mean?". Helga was half tempted to just throw caution to the wind, call Arnold and demand some form of an explanation but she knew doing so would elicit an explanation AND a pretty lengthy admission/confession from herself. And she was none to keen I doing that...at least not right now. You see, since starting her junior year of high school she had begun trying to facilitate an identity without the constant influence of a certain corn-flower-haired boy. Needless to say, she had not been successful thus far. He was everywhere! They shared all core classes and band class together. Not to mention they both coincidentally shared a lunch period as well. So really, avoiding Arnold Shortman was in itself an exercise in futility. She realized looking down at the card then that all her efforts had only served to further the boy's interest in her. But did this mean that he had feelings for her? She had to find out! So, steeling her determination, Helga rose from her seated position and left the roof with only one destination in mind: The Sunset Arms Boarding House.
A/N: Heeeeello everyone, FicFreak here! So here is the beginning of a story that I've had rolling around in my head for awhile. As always feel free to smack that review button and tell me what you think. Oh, and thank you to those of you who reviewed Discoveries in Pink Ballet Flats, as suggested I will be turning it into a full-fledged story as well. So until the next update seeeeeeeee yaaaaaaaa!