The history passes to two years of having saved the neighborhood. Arnold and his friends work to go of trip of gone away. He discovers something that Helga concealed him in a lot of time. She re-composes the relation with his sister, while she helps his loved one with his plans. They all travel separately, without knowing that then they will meet. Love, Poetry, Chez París and you venture many: Safety pin!

Hey Arnold: "My heart went away to the Jungle with you" (A history with Love, Jungle and Adventures)

Disclaimer: This one series me does not belong, she and all the prominent figures belong to Craig Bartlett. Only I invented this one tells the history from the series created by him.

Chapter 1:

June, 2004, Hillwood. More than two years had happened since FTi was unmasked and a group of children saved a neighborhood. Two years since Arnold found that map that opened a way of hope to find his parents. Two years since Lille should have left the city for the work of his father. Arnold did not lose his illusion, but up to the moment, there did no seem to be any way of coming to so removed as dangerous place, worse still, being only a child. In addition, for the age of his grandparents, it would not be capable of exposing them to similar risk. It was approaching the Day of the Father, and, since of custom, Olga was coming from visit. The things were not going very well in the home of the Pataki. Bob fought of his Italian partner, when it happened of FTi; though for moments they were continuing doing "business"; the sales were coming falls, and he was remaining more time in house. For your part, Miriam was increasingly depressed, due to the withdrawal of Olga, who still was teaching in Alaska. Helga was determined to prepare something very special for Bob, and for it, better idea did not have that to do a collage to him with photos of the infancy of him; and of her when it was small, with phrases on why it was admiring it and other beautiful dedications. It remained beautiful! And it was ready to deliver it to him, but on having tried to give it to him, he and Miriam were discussing on how doing that Olga was returning forever to Hillwood; while they were meditating To do that Olga was returning forever to Hillwood; while they were contemplating the commission that had just come:

"-Darling papi, I hope that you receive this card, and that you like much. Happy Day. It loves you, Olga " - Was the simplest handmade card, that without importing these details, was enough to affect up to the tears both. Helga approached,

Helga: -Dad, I want to give you something that I did for you.

Bob: - Yes, yes, yes. Since it is, Olga. Leave it in the kitchen, then Miriam will cook it.

Helga:- Perhaps did you listen to not even the half of what I have just said to you?! Perhaps am I invisible for you?! And stop being calling me "Olga"! I am Helga, Bob! Your 12-year-old daughter, for if you have not noticed it! Bob: - yes I heard you girl! Holy skies! It leaves this chop in the kitchen of once, and enlist, that at any time your sister will come ". Helga:-Ah, with that it is it, true? Everything treats itself about Olllga. So you believe that what was going to give you, it was eaten? In agreement! Continue believing it, idiot! But forget me! You never pay attention me, not even when I made something pretty for you!. Long me of here! And me do not try to bind to be with you! - furious Helga said, while his tears of deep disappointment were running inevitably for his face - long me! Certainly, happy day, together with your ONLY daughter, Olga!

It threw sharply the package with the album in the floor of the living and went out traversing of his house the more rapid thing that could; without realizing that it was raining torrentially. For his luck, just person was coming to a stable the bus. Nevertheless, for these second minimums for that it was waiting in the stop, his father never went out in search of her, far from it or a few excuses.

It rose between sobs and cold; without having a good vision of the seats, and it sat down in the first empty seat that it spied. It continued crying of disconsolate form several minutes. In the following stop; (she without realizing) Arnold rose. On having looked for place to sit down he met Helga in so terrible condition. Immediately one brought over and tried to console her. It was really surprised! It never saw her demonstrating another feeling Another feeling that was hatred, annoyance, jeers or sarcasm. But this Helga, it was something new for him.

Arnold: -Helga, are you nice? What does happen to you?! - she tried herself to dry off; and to stop crying, more it him was impossible. Between sobs he said:

Helga: -Nothing that matters for you; head of ball! Get into your matters, you want?! And leave me alone! Pero Arnold knew that something would have happened, and too seriously since for her it was like that.

Arnold: -Not, I will not go away as well as this way. I want to make sure that before, you should be nice Helga.

Helga: -It is not my intention to speak with you, nitwid! So only make me alone! - he was saying, while it continued crying - it was drenched; fry and with a look of brutal disappointment. It is that Helga believed, that on not having been Olga, his parents would give him more attention, and probably the relation with them would change. Helga was too much hurt like for impostar his typical rough and distant character. It did not want that he knew of this his facet; but on the other hand, she was feeling encouraged of being together with Arnold in this horrible moment.

Arnold: -You are frozen, leave me my jacket to be big enough to you - Arnold outlined, with a soothing smile for Helga - here you have a handkerchief-. Helga only was agreing with the head; nevertheless, it did not hesitate to throw one:

Helga:- Brother hears, do not return to touch me, you deal?!

Arnold: - It is well, Helga, siento. - like that is better. - good, will you say to me that it happens to you?

Helga:- Do you know, Football Head ? I do not have why my life to count to you. I doubt that you are interested in it very much or that you could help me with her.

Arnold: -Helga, I can listen to you; you can speak with me. You will feel better, me believe and trust in me. / Oh Arnold! Always so comprehensive! Defending to defenseless souls (as me) in this case. If only I could relax with you and All my truth to count to you! If only could./was thinking Helga; but she did not even know why; it did it.

It began to tell him everything what was happening in his house: how Miriam was an absent mother; how Bob only was living for his work; and for OLGA, clear. It told him on the auto-exile of his sister (for his order) Alaska; and on the special gift that him had prepared for his father. Helga: - do you know, Arnold? I am the silly one.

Arnold: -Why do you say it? You are not silly, Helga.

Helga:- yes, yes I it am. For thinking that they would change; and they would treat me like to perfect Olga.

Arnold: - they love you.

Helga:- yes, how not. I will never have a mother confidant in spite of whom speaking; a father that me malcríe as all they have, do you know?

Arnold: - not they all have, Helga.

Helga:- you what you know, Arnold. We are not speaking about you; do you understand the idea? Arnold felt sad when Helga said it - she realized the reaction that had with his words; and he remembered that it does not have parents, or at least they are not with him.

Helga: - I am sorry, I sit, Arnold. I did not want to say it.. I know that you do not have..

Arnold: - It is well, Helga - I understand It, and you did not have why to know.

Helga:- I sit it indeed, I did not want to hurt you. That she was calling it Arnold; and that seemed to be sincere on having said that it did not want to hurt it; they were phrases and Helga's attitudes that Arnold had never attended: - it is well, does not matter.

Helga:-Sometimes times it wanted that they say to me that there is a parallel planet, where my real parents wait for me; Arnold. And for that I must be going to look, to live through a happy life! Where someone loves me; where it has a mother to whom my things telling him! Skies! Almost I am a teenager! I will never be able to ask for advices him on boys, - he said without noticing it; but immediately it blushed - je; I will never have a father who knows my name!

Arnold: -Helga, they you want, in deed that yes; only that..

Helga: -Only that I am not sufficient for them. If they were saying to me that I must find them though it is in the moon, as before I said to you; it would go without thinking it!. Ever you have not wanted to do anything, in deed; and you could not for other reasons; Head of ball? - without knowing it, it was making think over Arnold on what it had to do for his parents. The determination of which it was growing, and that, as she; he needed his parents-.

Arnold: -Helga; you have parents; only that they do not treat you since you you deserve; you must speak with them; believe me. Speaking, they all understand each other. Always I have wanted to have my parents; my grandparents are brilliant; and I love them; but every boy always wants to grow together with his parents .. do you know? - Arnold's words her affected so much, that came to him to the soul. It realized the selfish thing that was with regard to him and to his own history of life.

Helga: -And... You know what happened with them; Arnold?

Arnold:- yes, and not .. it wanted to know what happened with them; but they never found them. Not neither to they, nor to his plane.. Helga noticed sadness in the voice of his dear one. Helga: - it is well, you can tell me; if you want..

Arnold: -Thank you Helga; it is very difficult to speak about this.. And I know that for you also on your parents; and it is nice... You are a great girl; and you will see that they will change if you speak to them seriously. So you are not sad; because I you do not like to see badly; you must think that you are lucky of having them close to you; and that though they do not demonstrate it, I am sure that love you.

Helga:- Thank you very much thank you, Arnold - said she, already recovered. - of truth -

Arnold:-You do not have anything that to be grateful, I liked to speak with you Helga.. I would delight that we could.. You know, to speak about things like that, about time in when - Arnold was saying; while the hand was passing for the nape, shyly -

Helga: -Emm, yes; also I liked to chat with you, Head of Ball... But do not believe that because of it I stop hating you! - Helga said, already more free, and with his typical sarcastic laugh.

Arnold:- what you say, Helga. This one is my stop, we meet tomorrow - he said, while he was moving away to stoop, not without before giving him a small kiss of farewell in the cheek..

Helga, something blushed, said to him: -

Helga:Hey, Arnold!

Arnold:- Yes? He turned round:

Helga:-Thank you for everything! - Helga said bitting her lip - Arnold smiled saying goodbye, and coming to his house. She remained very thoughtful for the chat (incredibly deep and without aggressions of his part) it should have been very hard for Arnold to grow without them - said for yes same.. I would like (...?)

She was feeling better; Arnold had it innate of protecting the others and of worrying for all. It was expert at encouraging; to listen to others; and she was surprised and happily of that this time; it was like that with her. Could contain my stupidity, and always speak with you, my beautiful angel!" she was thinking. She was feeling sure together with him, though it could not be demonstrated. It gave several returns walking; and it returned late to house. It was not until it came, that saw on her Arnold's chaqueueta on his body; and that had forgotten to return it to him. Oh my God! What good it smells! I her might remain for the rest of my life, but I would be very bad to steal it from him.. Jejeje! So tomorrow in the morning, I will give it to him to the poor Head of ball.

" -You are a great girl. I liked to speak with you, Helga ". These phrases were resounding in his mind of such a way, which they were making it forget completely of the problems in his home. It entered to his house, they all were distracted as if nothing; it rose to his quarter; and it went to sleep; thinking about Arnold, clearly..

Helga remained calm; to speak with Arnold somehow always was encouraging her. The Head of Ball would be silly (for her) sometimes, but always it had the words adapted for the just moment. To; for your part; it could not harmonize the dream. The chat made it think the whole night. Helga: " If it had to travel to another galaxy because I know that a royal family will be waiting for me, it would do it without thinking it, Arnold ". "Royal Family"... This phrase was resounding in his mind again and again. Arnold all his life knew and understood that his grandparents were giving - they gave the better thing of them to be able to raise it. They were and they are fabulous; but and when they age more? When it was growing? It would remain alone. Always it would have the guests, probably. Or probably not. And nobody with blood bows. Nobody who knew of his origins... Nobody who answers his doubts and inqueuietudes; own of the life. And worse still: it would grow only, with a part of yes being chased by the question: And if they are alive? And if I have never looked for them, how to know what was of them? And if all this time they were lost; and did not I have the value to look for them? Maybe be in danger, or against his will in some place.

Ironically, Helga was complaining about a sister, mother and father; things that Arnold never had with it; and it was turning out to be to him strange. Always it wanted to have them, but at least, it had his grandparents who loved it. On the other hand, to know this Helga's side, it allowed him to understand the motives for which she is since is; and simultaneously; to explore a Helga that had never demonstrated feelings or emotions. Never? Or maybe yes? Is it one maybe, that probably, both tried to conceal? They were too much plant you for the same head, but sufficient not to leave it to stick an eye. Ado, he believes that it is a time to take a great decision in his life. It was for expiring 13 years, and I walk to being a man, it had to do what his heart was dictating him. Or at least, to try it. Otherwise, surely all his life would repent.

To be continued...

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