A/N: I got the inspiration for this from listening to Flavor of the Weak by American Hi-Fi. I'll update this every so often when I hear a song or think of something that gets any of them thinking. The point of views will vary, but the chapter title will explain who is narrating.
She's beautiful, sweet, caring. She deserves so much better than him. I've loved her for years, longer then I can count. Ever since I laid eyes on her I've been after her. She comes to me when he hurts her-physically or mentally-, I'm always there for her. I wish she could see past his ruses. I wish that I could make her understand.
I know it's hard for her though. She's loved him for about as long as I've loved her. The way she looked when he asked her out our senior year of High School…she looked like she was going to cry or faint or laugh at the ridiculousness of the idea of him actually asking her out. It was just so unbelievable. Of course she said yes, but it did take long for him to show his true colors.
He hangs out more with her best friend then he does with her. She gets all dressed up for him and he doesn't even acknowledge it! Sure in elementary school and middle school he was a nice guy, but the pot smoke and being captain of the football team and soccer team got to his head. She had me, I was her go to guy, I still am!
She knows how I feel about her, of course she does. I just…I don't know. Anyone but him. If she won't be with me, hell I wouldn't mind if she was with his best friend. His girlfriend's about as bad as her boyfriend in terms of paying attention to him. Oh here she comes, she's been crying again. I can tell, and she's trembling.
I go to her and wrap my arms around her in a hug before I lead her inside the apartment building and in to my apartment. She looks beautiful, as always. Yet she looks especially pretty tonight…it was their anniversary today. He stood her up as usual.
We sit down on the couch and I let Helga talk. I let her yell, scream, cry some more, I just sit quiet. We've been through this a million times. I have nothing left to say on the matter. She knows what Arnold does with Phoebe. She isn't stupid. Gerald knows what Phoebe does with Arnold, he isn't stupid either.
They're both so sick in love with them though. It sickens me. "Thank you Brian." She whispers, curled up to my side. I don't say anything for a while, resting my arm around her lightly.
"You know I'm always here for you." I said quietly a while later, but she's already asleep. I'll let her sleep for a while, and then I'll wake her and bring her back home. Arnold will still be gone. I'll stay with her until he comes back. Even after high school…it's been almost six years out of high school now…and he hasn't changed. Helga will never leave him though, no matter how many times he breaks her heart and I need to piece it back together again.
When you love someone for as long as we have, you can't let go.