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I do not own Hey Arnold. If I did, this would not be fanfiction.
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"Here you go, big boy. Eat up."
"Wow, thanks, Helga! You're the best!" Harold scarfed down the meal Helga had set before him. She had prepared (read: warmed up) a serving of mashed potatoes and meatloaf. In a rare show of competency, Miriam had left enough meals for Helga to last the duration of her second honeymoon with Bob. Miriam apparently forgot that Olga no longer lived with them, and had prepared a double serving of each meal. Helga could never eat it all, and frequently invited her boyfriend over for dinner.
Helga sat across from Harold, watching him happily obliterate the meal. She slowly picked at hers. For the thousandth time that day, she felt 'uninspired.' She had no drive to do anything anymore, she was simply existing, rather than living,
"You okay? You're not eatin' anything, wassa matter?" Harold had stopped eating, mid chew, to talk. He sat there like a cow with his mouth open, waiting for her to respond.
"Oh. Sorry. Yeah, I'm fine... It's just a little hot, waiting for it to cool down." Her quick reply satisfied Harold, who went back to devouring the mashed potatoes.
They ate rest of their meal in silence, each too lost in their thoughts to notice the other.
Once the meal was finished, Harold meandered into the living room and turned on the tv. I guess we do become attracted to people like our fathers...Helga walked to the couch and sat beside Harold, who put an arm around her. They watched as the Terminatrix pile-drived the Scorpion into the wrestling mat, enjoying the otherwise comfortable silence.
Maybe she didn't love him, not in the way that she felt for... ice cream, God, I can't even say his name anymore... but that was normal, right? First loves are always so passionate, the next cannot compare, right? She stiffened as his hand drifted lower, and moved away.
"C'mon Helga... we haven't... you know..." yeah, I know, "in foreverrrrr." He moved in again, sloppily kissing her face. I guess it has been a while... might as well... She reluctantly began reciprocating his touch when a buzzing in her pocket distracted them. "Hellllgaaaa, leave itttttt." He knew she wouldn't, she never did when Phoebe sent her messages, but he always begged, just in case.
Helga looked at her pouting boyfriend, kissed him on the forehead, and walked to the entryway.
Message from Pheebs,
911
That was their code. Whenever something drastic was about to occur, she would send '911' and would wait for Helga to respond. That way, their messages could not be intercepted by others, and were deleted almost immediately after reading.
Message from Helga:
whats wrong, Pheebs?
Message from Pheebs
He's coming back, he's finally coming back! He called Gerald and said he's moving back!
The bottom of Helga's stomach plummeted into her shoes. Adrenaline flushed through her veins and her hair practically stood on end. Can't be true can't be him no no no no no no not true...
Message from Helga:
Who?
Message from Pheebs:
Who do you think? Arnold! Arnold is coming back! Isn't that great?
Helga stood there, dumbfounded. No, It's not great, I don't care that he's coming back. That was 5 years ago, I moved on. I have a life now, I have a boyfriend, I'm an average student, I'm not pining over someone who would never return my affections, I'm finally normal. She proved her resolve by taking the battery out of her phone and throwing the two at the wall. No more distractions.
She walked back to where Harold was sitting. "Everything okay, Helga?"
"Yeah, Pheebs just wanted to know something about condoms. You know her and Gerald..." why am I lying? Her tone changed. "Speaking of which... Let's go upstairs..."
As they fornicated why can't I say 'make love? Or just... fucked? Why does everything have to be so clinical? Helga used every bit of willpower she had to think of nothing but the act. There was nothing but them, they were alone in the world, and no one cared for them but them. When they finished and collapsed into her sheets, they were too tired to think of anything. Harold dreamed of food as he snuggled up to his lover, while Helga's sleep was restless. She tricked her waking mind into forgetting, but in Morpheus's realm, there was nothing she could do but succumb to the troubled dreams he gave her, filled with visions of green eyes, yellow footballs and melting sundaes.
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End chapter 1
Dun-dun-dunnnnnnn
What will happen next?
R&R, smooches.
