So Beautiful

by Moo

Okay people. Moo here. Sorry it's taken so long to write. Damn that hellhole they call school! DAMN YOUU! Welll, this is a story about Helga and Arnold! Helga moves away... and she comes back completely different. And... Arnold notices.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold, or the song 'So Beautiful.' Can you people please stop reminding me!

Chapter 1-
Flight 260, Now Departing

Helga opened the door to her house, and said, "I'm home!" She didn't expect anyone to answer, of course. She never did. Maybe the occasional grunt, or maybe, "Shh Olga. I'm watching t.v," from her dad. Not much had changed for our favorite blonde bully since 4th grade. The only thing that seemed different was her. She was now 13 years old, and she was no longer a bully. She still had that strength she always had, but she didn't use it. She was now...nice.

"Olga. Get over here." Helga heard her dad say from the living room. "It's HELGA!" she answered, walking over and sitting on the couch. "Helga, honey. We're moving to New York!" Miriam said, a huge smile on her face. Helga noticed something different in her mom's face. She was...sober! Then, Helga noticed what Miriam had said. "WHAT! No! We can't move! Why? When? How!" Helga screamed. "Helga, calm down! We have to go over there because Miriam is getting a job over there, and I am going to start another beeper emporium there as well. We'll be leaving the day after tomorrow." Bob put his hand on Helga. Helga just looked at his dad with horror. What the hell! Did he just call me Helga! "Helga? Helga? We're sorry this happened so fast! But we must take this opportunity." Miriam had worry in her eyes. "Yes, Helga. We promise things will be...different." Helga turned to her parents. "Okay. I'm going to go say goodbye." Helga smiled. She could tell that things would be different...and maybe that wasn't bad at all. There's just one problem...Arnold. Oh, how much I am going to miss him. And Phoebe. My best friend. A tear escaped her eyes, and a small sigh came from her mouth.

"PHOEBE! OPEN THE DOOR! IT'S HELGA!" Helga screamed as loud as she could. "What's the problem, Helga?" Phoebe opened the door, alarmed. "Phoebe. I'm moving. To New York." Helga whispered, before she started sobbing. "Helga! No! Please don't." Phoebe started to cry as well. "I can't help it, Phoebe. I want to stay. But part of me wants to go. They called me "Helga," Phoebe. They called me Helga!" Helga tried her best to stop crying, but she couldn't. "But Helga...what about...ice cream?" Phoebe said, in a whisper. "I'm going to have to leave ice cream behind..." Helga sighed, and looked up at the sky. "Phoebs. It's raining." she said softly. "The sky is crying, Helga. This town is going to miss you. I'm going to miss you." Phoebe hugged Helga, and Helga hugged her back. "I'm going to miss you too, Pheobs." Helga looked at Phoebe, and smiled slightly. "Don't worry. I'll be back.I have to go now. Bye, Phoebe." Helga turned and started to walk back home, but she found herself walking the other direction.

She knocked on the door, and stood in the rain, waiting for someone to answer. The door opened slowly, and then..."Helga! What are you doing out in the rain?" Arnold looked at Helga, surprised. Helga looked at Arnold, not knowing what to say. "Umm..hey Arnold. Look, I have to tell you something." Helga looked at the floor. "Why don't you come in first?" Arnold let Helga in and walked up the stairs to his room. Once in his room, Arnold gave Helga a towel. "Uhh...thanks. Okay, Arnold, I want to say I'm sorry. For being mean to you all those years. And I only did it because I really cared about you. Don't get me wrong, I still do. Anyways, I'm really going to miss you." Helga said quickly. Arnold asked, "You're going to MISS me! Where are you going!" "New York." Helga answered quietly. Arnold just stayed silent, looking at the floor.

Helga walked down the stairs, about ready to cry. Well, what did she expect? Arnold to tell her he loved her? That was stupid. She was about to walk out the front door when she heard, "Helga, wait." She turned around, and looked at Arnold. "I'm going to miss you too. I wish you didn't have to go." he said, and with that he hugged Helga. Of course, she hugged back. "I wish I didn't have to go too. But what can I do?" Helga sighed. "Helga. Here. You're going to need this." he handed her an umbrella, and then a present. Helga took it and smiled. "It was your birthday present...but since you're leaving, it'll be your going away present." he smiled back. "Thanks." then Helga took off her bow, and handed it to Arnold. "Your bow?" he looked at the bow in his hand. "I have nothing else to give. It's a thank you present. Thank you for everything." Helga smiled and kissed his cheek. "Good bye Arnold." she turned around and felt her tears come out. "Good bye Helga." he said, starting to cry himself.

While she sat waiting for the plane, Helga opened her present. It was a pink journal. She noticed that there was a messily written note on the wrapping paper. "This gift is so you can write down all your adventures. Have fun in Neverland, Wendy Darling." Helga smiled. She loved the book Peter Pan, and Arnold knew this. Inside the journal, there was another note.

"To Helga,

Best wishes to a true Wendy Darling on her birthday. I always knew that underneath that tough skin, there was a little girl looking for adventure. Never change, because I love you just the way you are. Good luck finding Peter Pan, and Neverland.

Much love,
Arnold"

"Thank you so much. I already found my Peter Pan. I left him back home." Helga whispered. Helga felt another tear roll down her cheek as she heard, "Flight 260 to New York City, now departing."