Arnold, you're a pip, a hey arnold fanfic

Arnold, you're a pip.

By: 1000th Ghost

Write a short fic about ten random songs. Put your respective music player on shuffle, and write a story to whatever song comes up. Sounds easy? It should. Except you also have to write the story in the span of the song you are writing about.

#1: Breathe No More

Sung by: Evanescence

[Piano Solo Opening]

I've been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.
All the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me,
Too sharp to put back together.
Too small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.
If I try to touch her,
And I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no more.

Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well.
Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child.
Lie to me,
Convince me that I've been sick forever.
And all of this,
Will make sense when I get better.
But I know the difference,
Between myself and my reflection.
I just can't help but to wonder,
Which of us do you love.
So I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no...
Bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe,
I breathe-
I breathe no more.

[Piano Solo Ending]

When he died, Helga didn't have time to grieve.

It had happened suddenly and perfectly, and she couldn't have asked for a more satisfying ending. He was in her arms, and she was in his. He was ninety, and he knew that ninety-one would be his dying breath. Superstition had finally been realized.

She didn't want to believe it and told him she didn't, but she did. And so they consummated their love for the final time, and on the stroke of midnight, he slipped away.

At 12:00:01 am, so did she.

Without her Arnold, there was no purpose for her.

#2: No Sunlight

Sung by: Death Cab For Cutie

When I was young
Lying in the grass
I felt so safe
In the warming bath

Of sunlight
Of sunlight

Vast open sky
Could do no harm
Like an embrace
From mother's arms

In sunlight
In sunlight

With every year
That came to pass
More clouds appeared
'Til the sky went black, and there was

No sunlight
No sunlight
And there was

No sunlight
No sunlight
Anymore

And it disappeared at the same speed
As the idealistic things I believed
The optimist died inside of me

No sunlight
No sunlight

And it disappeared at the same speed
As the idealistic things I believed
The optimist died inside of me

No sunlight
No sunlight

No sunlight
No sunlight
No sunlight
No sunlight
No sunlight
Anymore

Crackers and umbrellas made way for finger-paint and fists. He lost her.

But for awhile, a few hours, at least, innocent love was prevalent.

He didn't even remember his mother. A handful of spare, snapshot thoughts, but they may have been conceived from stories, not actual recollections.

But her…no, he knew what they had had. He knew their lives had been sunshine and now were gray.

#3: Look Up

From: Hey Arnold!

Grandma

When life gets you down, wearing a frown, don't look away, look up,

'Cause memories true come of the blue; you know the way — look up!

Come on, Arnold!

Arnold

Nah, Grandma. I'm really not in the mood.

Grandma

When skies are gone gray, things gone astray, don't look away, look up;

Take it

Arnold

I had a bad day; nothing went right; I hate my dumb life; I'm down.

Grandma

When you're feeling under the weather, and the dark clouds are getting to you,

Keep your troubles light as a feather, and soon you'll be seeing a bright patch of blue;

You....Gotta look up, you gotta be strong, you gotta take things as they come,

'Cause everything new that happens to you is better when you...look up!

Well, Arnold? What do you say?

Arnold

One more time, Grandma.

Grandma

Arnold, you're a pip. There you go.

(takes place after the episode 'The List')

Hmm…what was a "pip"?

Apparently, he was one.

After pondering it for awhile, he decided to look it up.

Look up.

He chuckled at the incredibly lame joke his brain had concocted.

#4: An Eluardian Instance

Sung by: Of Montreal

Does she know, does she know that I am not just searching for some first-time high?
I know it's all about perceptions, and I accept you as my very first move

Oh, oh yeah
Ah yeah
Ah la la la la la la

(horn break)

I remember riding bikes on Coaster Island
Planning midnight raids on the Swedish plum trees
That summer, it was too cold to swim, so
We climbed upon the rocky shore and freaked out
on the mountain goats, but they were not impressed,
or scared of us

Do you remember, our last summer as independents? (4x)
Do you remember, do you remember

I was a foreigner when you appeared
From the shadows at the motor club
I was a hater in the depths of an emotional hibernation

You sat me down, we had some drinks
And you told me all kinds of insanity
I asked your friend if you were available
She answered, 'no but yes oh well oh well yes and no,'

Now, I'm viewing my memory reel in reverse
Scrolling back to: come to feel your weather then
Now, I'm noting the limits of our parabola
To predict: the points of thou-shalt-not-return

This inbreeding of ideals is intolerable
I wish David was here
Take your persecution complex and
I'm not gonna absorb your stress output any more
Oh don't you pimp out my heart
Don't you pimp out my heart

"There's nothing to do," Helga complained.

"Well…we could go swimming…"

"Are you insane?!" She crossed her arms and turned away. "It's freezing!"

"Okay…well…"

They ended up climbing something that resembled a mountain. She didn't believe such a thing could exist in a city, but he brought her, and what do you know, there it was. There were even mountain goats. Crazy.

She attacked him, of course. She could have spent time trying to save her pride by arguing over the actual existence of the location , but that would have been pointless.

He gasped as if he was shocked that she would tackle him and tug his shirt off on a mountain. Well, doi.

The goats watched.

#5: Vertigo

Sung by: U2

Unos, dos, tres, catorce!

Lights go down it's dark
The jungle is your head
Can't rule your heart
A feeling so much
Stronger than a thought
Your eyes are wide and though
Your soul it can't be bought
Your mind can wander

Hello hello
(Hola)
I'm at a place called Vertigo
(Donde esta?)
It's everything I wish I didn't know
Except you give me something
I can feel, feel

The night is full of holes
As bullets rip the sky
Of ink with gold
They twinkle as the
Boys play rock and roll
They know that they can't dance
At least they know

I can't stand the beats
I'm asking for the cheque
The girl with crimson nails
Has Jesus 'round her neck
Swinging to the music
Swinging to the music

Hello hello
(Hola)
I'm at a place called Vertigo
(Donde esta?)
It's everything I wish I didn't know
But you give me something
I can feel, feel

All of this, all of this can be yours
All of this, all of this can be yours
All of this, all of this can be yours
Just give me what I want
And no one gets hurt

Hello hello
(Hola)
We're at a place called Vertigo
(Donde esta?)
Lights go down and all I know
Is that you give me something

I can feel your love teaching me how
Your love is teaching me how
How to kneel, kneel

Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

(takes place during Chapter 50: Cecile? of Hey Arnold!: Unrequited Love)

She was Cecile, and he kissed her without even thinking, "No, no, this is Helga."

But somewhere in his mind he must have known because he loved the surge of power that came from his dominance and her fear. And he wouldn't have wanted to dominate his Cecile. But Helga?

That girl could use a strong dose of her own medicine.

Although it may have counteracted a bit. He wanted, of course, to be in control. But the spark – and there was a spark, there was no denying that – caused him to feel. And did he want to feel anything for…whoever this was?

He supposed it didn't matter. As long as she gave him what he wanted…whatever he wanted…no one would get hurt.

#6: The Emo Song!

Sung by: nigahiga

E is for emotional, ruins everybody's day.

M is for miserable people!

O is for on the dark side, cus we have some fresh cookies.

(COOKIES)

WOO!

She was emotional. She ruined everybody's day.

Helga was not emo.

#7: Part of Your World

Sung by: Skye Sweetnam

Look at this stuff
Isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the girl
The girl who has ev'rything?
Look at this trove
Treasures untold
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Lookin' around here you'd think
(Sure) she's got EV'rything

I've got gadgets and gizmos aplenty
I've got whozits and whatzits galore
(You want thingamabobs?
I got twenty)
But who cares?
No big deal
I want more

I wanna be where the people are
I wanna see
Wanna see 'em dancin'
Walkin' around on those
(Whad'ya call 'em?) oh - feet
Flippin' your fins you don't get too far
Legs are required for jumpin', dancin'
Strollin' along down the
(What's that word again?) street

Up where they walk
Up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin' free
Wish I could be
Part of your world

What would I give
If I could live
Outta these waters?
What would I pay
To spend a day
Warm on the sand?
Betcha on land
They understand
Bet they don't
Reprimand their daughters
Bright young women
Sick o' swimmin'
Ready to stand

And I'm ready to know what the people know
Ask 'em my questions
And get some answers
What's a fire and why does it
(What's the word?) burn?

When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love
Love to explore the shore up above?
Out of the sea
Wish I could be
Part of that world

Part Of That World, Part Of That World
(Ariel you stop that right this minute)

Part of Your world, Part of Your world
(Your fathers going to be very angry with you now)

Up where they walk
Up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin' free
Wish I could be
Part of your world

Well, that just figured. Even in stupid, Disney-movie-inspired daydreams, she couldn't have him.

Maybe she had fallen asleep watching that movie for indoor recess. Freakin' rain.

She was the redheaded (ha, the irony) mermaid, and he was on shore and out of her reach.

But, heck, it was her dream.

So, he was a fish person too, and they swam around in the rainbow of bubbles and singing creatures, and their tails tangled together and-

-how did merpeople even "do it"?

#8: I Like it Rough

Sung by: Lady Gaga

(I like it rough)

Your love is nothing I can't fight
Can't sleep with the man who dims my shine
I'm in the bedroom with tissues and when-
I know you're outside banging but I won't let you in
'Cus it's a hard life, with love in the world
And I'm a hard girl lovin'
me's like chewing on pearls

You got me wondering why I-
I like it rough, I-I like it rough, I-I like it rough
You got me wondering why I-
I like it rough, I-I like it rough, I-I like it rough

Won't go without my fix tonight
It's a little too rough
Prom Girl wipes her tears with silver lines
And she can't get enough

I'm in the bedroom with tissues and when-
I know you're outside banging but I won't let you in
'Cus it's a hard life, with love in the world
And I'm a hard girl lovin'
me's like straightening curls

You got me wondering why I-
I like it rough, I-I like it rough, I-I like it rough
You got me wondering why I-
I like it rough, I-I like it rough, I-I like it rough

Shiny and I know it
Don't know why you wanna blow it
Need a man who likes it rough
Likes it rough, likes it rough
(baby likes it a-rough)
Shiny and I know it
Don't know why you wanna blow it
Need a man who likes it rough
Likes it rough, likes it rough
(baby likes it a-rough)
*repeat*

Is it cus you don't mean it?
Or because I don't feel it?
Yes it's rough
Is it cus you don't mean it?
Or because I don't feel it?
Yes it's rough

You got me wondering why I-
I like it rough, I-I like it rough, I-I like it rough
You got me wondering why I-
I like it rough, I-I like it rough, I-I like it rough
You got me wondering why I-
I like it rough, I-I like it rough, I-I like it rough
You got me wondering why I-
I like it rough, I-I like it rough, I-I like it rough

(takes place during the tango scene of 'April Fool's Day')

"Arnold, you're being kind of rough…"

And he just looked at her with those eyes…hmm, adjective…smoldering? Seductive? …cruel?

If she was herself ("herself" meaning not herself but the fake her who had pretended to hate him for so long), she would have made him suffer.

But that her was gone simply because he knew.

And so she (and, to her dismay and ecstasy, he) was painfully aware that she liked him to be rough with her.

Bruise her and abuse her and just let her come back for more time and time again.

#9: Dustin Hoffman's Wife Makes A Sarcastic Remark, Cuts The Head Off A Duck, Places It Where The Tub Was, and Begins To Growl

Sung by: Of Montreal

The man in the bathroom keeps on taking my photograph
While telling me that bugs don't like music
I trained them all to answer my telephone
But he always runs when I try to plug him in

I watched a pink lady attacking an elephant
And she's got a soldier on a paper
He shoots me when I'm in my underwear
I can't sleep because he always wants to talk

(takes place during the dream scene of 'Olga Comes Home')

Well, clocks were melting.

Arnold was flying.

And, um…what was he wearing?

Not sure, but she certainly wasn't complaining.

Analyzing was futile.

Dreams were meant to be a little mentally unstable.

And she got to see him wearing that…thing, after all.

#10: Fidelity

Sung by: Regina Spektor

(Shake it up)

I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all this music

And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart

And suppose I never met you
Suppose we never fell in love
Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft
Suppose I never ever saw you
Suppose we never ever called
Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
Just to break my fall
Just to break my fall
Break my fall
Break my fall

All my friends say that of course its gonna get better
Gonna get better
Better better better better
Better better better

I never love nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost
In the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind
All this music
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
Breaks my
Heart
Breaks my heart

She loved him, of course. And in fact, it was perhaps the purest, realist, hugest love the world had or would ever see.

But it was missing a rather essential piece.

After all, what was love if it was secret? Unrequited? Doomed to rot in her head and heart until the stench became too unbearable, and she collapsed from the sheer disgustingness of it all?

Well, it was all for the best. Because if he did somehow know – ha!, like that would ever happen – it would lead to, not a completed love, but the unmentionable truth of rejection.

So, she had shrines. She wrote poetry. She stalked. She had outlets and made believe and got by.

Never mind that it was breaking her heart.