Hey Arnold!
All Grown Up - Chapter One
Note: Sorry that I posted a new fan fic up before finishing "Oskar, the Millionaire". I just got the idea for this and I couldn't wait to write it. This takes place when the gang is 21 years of age. Please read this and review it when you are done. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I own the plot of the story, but not the original characters. I do not work on the show.
A twenty-two year old Helga sat beside a hospital bed. Lying in the bed was Arnold, her one true love. Helga thought about what she was like a year before. She hadn't been in touch with any of her old friends for many years. Now, here she was with Arnold. She hoped that he would be okay.
This is how it all started:
***
A year earlier, Helga had been working hard, as usual. She was an undiscovered poetry writer, who was constantly trying to get her work published. Of course, this was not earning her any money, so she could only write in her spare time. She worked in a department store, away from the city where she used to live.
But, Helga didn't write about her love for Arnold any more. She hadn't seen Arnold for years. It was not that she had forgotten all about Arnold, it was just that the memory of him was pushed to the back of her head. She didn't like to think about him. It had really hurt her when Lila had started to love Arnold and Arnold and Lila had become more than just friends. They were in a relationship together for the last year of high school, and as far as Helga knew, they were probably married and having children by now.
Helga was miserable. Her boss at the department store didn't like her at all. He was always trying to find fault with Helga's work. It was only a matter of time before she would be fired. If Helga had been miserable when she was 9 years old, she was ten times more miserable now. Even if Arnold hadn't loved Helga when she was little, at least Helga could admire him from afar, but now she couldn't even see him. Where was Arnold? How was he doing?
Helga had friends, just not the ones who she had when she had been younger. Her best friend was now a girl called Julie. Julie also worked in the same department store as Helga, although her situation was a lot different to Helga's. Julie was really good at her job; she was Assistant Manageress at the store. She had quite a lot of money, after many raises, and because of the fact that her husband was really good at his job, too.
So, this was what Helga's life was like when she was 21. One day, she had been walking out of the department store, after her day at work, when she accidentally bumped into somebody. Helga apologised and helped the woman who she had bumped into pick up her shopping. Helga recognised her, but who was she? "Phoebe!" said Helga, after finally figuring out who it was.
"Helga? Is that you?" asked Phoebe.
"What are you doing here?" asked Helga. "I thought that you were working over in England!"
"I'll explain it all," said Phoebe. "Do you want to go and get some coffee or something?"
"We could go over to my apartment," said Helga. "Just beware, it's not nice or anything."
"Sure," said Phoebe.
Helga lived in a block of run down apartments. Her job didn't exactly pay well, so it was all that she could afford. The only reason that Helga really had the job was because as soon as she was 18, Big Bob more or less threw her out. Helga had been forced to find somewhere to live, so she had to find a job. At first, a kind woman had run the department store, who had quite liked Helga. But after a few months, that woman had found a new job and Helga's new boss was the one who she had now.
The floor of Helga's apartment was full of paper with poems written on them. But, the paper had all been scrunched up, when Helga had grew tired of the one that she was writing.
"Take a seat," she told Phoebe. Phoebe sat down on Helga's couch. "So, how have things been?" Helga asked Phoebe.
"Fine!" she told Helga. "My job in England is great."
"Why are you here?" Helga asked Phoebe.
"I'm just visiting," she told Helga. "I never thought that I would bump into you! But, if you don't mind me saying so, you do not look happy. What's the matter?"
"Well, I'm living alone, I'm stuck in a job that I hate and my poems have absolutely no chance of being published," she groaned.
"You know Helga, your poems used to be great when you used to write about Arnold," said Phoebe.
"Yeah, well, I don't think about him any more," said Helga. "It only hurts me."
"Well, I have some news for you regarding Arnold," she said. "Him and Lila have broken up. They're getting a divorce!"
"Really?" asked an excited Helga. "Why? I thought they were the perfect couple."
"Well, obviously not," said Phoebe. "They just decided that they were not right for each other."
"So, how do you know this?" asked Helga. "Do you still get in touch with Arnold?"
"Well, Gerald does. Didn't I tell you that we got married?" asked Phoebe. "He lives with me over in England, but Arnold still lives over here. You know what, Helga? We really should have kept in touch. There's so much that I have to tell you."
"Like what?" asked Helga.
"Well, I'm now a lot more confident," said Phoebe. "I have to be if I'm the boss of my work! I have some other news that I've only just found out. Me and Gerald are going to have a baby!"
"Congratulations!" said Helga. "Is Gerald visiting with you?"
"No, he's still in England. Hey, do you want to do something with me tomorrow?" asked Phoebe. "I was going to go over to our old neighbourhood and see what things are like over there now."
"Sure!" said Helga. "That sounds like fun!"
"I have to go now, but I will be here tomorrow morning at 10, okay?" said Phoebe.
"Sure, I'll be ready," said Helga. Phoebe left Helga's apartment and went to the hotel where she was staying. The next morning, Helga got ready early and put on her best clothes. She was really looking forward to going back to the old neighbourhood. Miriam and Bob still lived there, but there was no reason for her to visit them, Helga thought. After the day when Helga had moved out, she had never gone back and had decided that she never would.
At 10, Phoebe knocked. Helga had been ready for an hour before she had arrived. She had also tidied up her apartment a bit. She didn't want Phoebe to think that she lived like a pig. "Are you ready to go?" Phoebe asked.
"Yes," said Helga. "Hey, you never told me, how long are you staying here for?"
"Well, I have three more days left before I have to go back to England," said Phoebe. "Let's make the most of them."
"Yeah," said Helga. "Anyway, let's go!"
So, they caught the bus back to their old neighbourhood. The bus journey lasted for about an hour. When they got off the bus, they saw that some things had changed and that some things had stayed the same. "I don't want to see my parents," Helga told Phoebe.
"Why?" asked Phoebe. "It might be good for you to see them again!"
"Phoebe, as soon as I turned 18, they through me out of the house and told me to take care of myself. I never, ever want to see them again," she said. "Now, let's take a look around."
Most of the houses looked the same, apart from the boarding house. The boarding house had closed down after Arnold's Grandpa had passed away, and it was now an empty building. PS 118 was still there, but all of the teachers who had been there while Helga had, had all moved on. Greens' Meats was still there, but Mr. Green had passed on the business to his son. Harold, the only one from the gang who still lived in the old neighbourhood, worked in the Butcher Shop.
Helga and Phoebe looked around for about an hour. "It's been great spending time with you," Helga said to Phoebe.
"I've been thinking," Phoebe said to Helga. "Since you said that you are miserable, how would you feel about moving to England and working for me?"
"Really?" asked Helga.
"Yes!" said Phoebe. "We could get you a flat over there and I will give you a good job, don't worry."
"Are you sure?" asked Helga.
"Yes, I want to see you happy again," said Phoebe.
"Then, yes!" said Helga. "I'll move to England with you!"
"Great!" said Phoebe. "All you have to do is sort out everything here. Quit your job. The only thing is, you may have to give some notice to your boss."
"Okay," said Helga. "As soon as I get back, I will quit my job and see what he says."
Fortunately for Helga, her boss was glad to see the back of her and didn't make her give any notice before she could stop working for him. She was ready to move to England.
***
Helga looked at Arnold, lying in the hospital bed. Her life had changed after that. It was much better.
More of Helga's memories are in Part Two of "All Grown Up" and it's coming soon on Fanfiction.net.
All Grown Up - Chapter One
Note: Sorry that I posted a new fan fic up before finishing "Oskar, the Millionaire". I just got the idea for this and I couldn't wait to write it. This takes place when the gang is 21 years of age. Please read this and review it when you are done. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I own the plot of the story, but not the original characters. I do not work on the show.
A twenty-two year old Helga sat beside a hospital bed. Lying in the bed was Arnold, her one true love. Helga thought about what she was like a year before. She hadn't been in touch with any of her old friends for many years. Now, here she was with Arnold. She hoped that he would be okay.
This is how it all started:
***
A year earlier, Helga had been working hard, as usual. She was an undiscovered poetry writer, who was constantly trying to get her work published. Of course, this was not earning her any money, so she could only write in her spare time. She worked in a department store, away from the city where she used to live.
But, Helga didn't write about her love for Arnold any more. She hadn't seen Arnold for years. It was not that she had forgotten all about Arnold, it was just that the memory of him was pushed to the back of her head. She didn't like to think about him. It had really hurt her when Lila had started to love Arnold and Arnold and Lila had become more than just friends. They were in a relationship together for the last year of high school, and as far as Helga knew, they were probably married and having children by now.
Helga was miserable. Her boss at the department store didn't like her at all. He was always trying to find fault with Helga's work. It was only a matter of time before she would be fired. If Helga had been miserable when she was 9 years old, she was ten times more miserable now. Even if Arnold hadn't loved Helga when she was little, at least Helga could admire him from afar, but now she couldn't even see him. Where was Arnold? How was he doing?
Helga had friends, just not the ones who she had when she had been younger. Her best friend was now a girl called Julie. Julie also worked in the same department store as Helga, although her situation was a lot different to Helga's. Julie was really good at her job; she was Assistant Manageress at the store. She had quite a lot of money, after many raises, and because of the fact that her husband was really good at his job, too.
So, this was what Helga's life was like when she was 21. One day, she had been walking out of the department store, after her day at work, when she accidentally bumped into somebody. Helga apologised and helped the woman who she had bumped into pick up her shopping. Helga recognised her, but who was she? "Phoebe!" said Helga, after finally figuring out who it was.
"Helga? Is that you?" asked Phoebe.
"What are you doing here?" asked Helga. "I thought that you were working over in England!"
"I'll explain it all," said Phoebe. "Do you want to go and get some coffee or something?"
"We could go over to my apartment," said Helga. "Just beware, it's not nice or anything."
"Sure," said Phoebe.
Helga lived in a block of run down apartments. Her job didn't exactly pay well, so it was all that she could afford. The only reason that Helga really had the job was because as soon as she was 18, Big Bob more or less threw her out. Helga had been forced to find somewhere to live, so she had to find a job. At first, a kind woman had run the department store, who had quite liked Helga. But after a few months, that woman had found a new job and Helga's new boss was the one who she had now.
The floor of Helga's apartment was full of paper with poems written on them. But, the paper had all been scrunched up, when Helga had grew tired of the one that she was writing.
"Take a seat," she told Phoebe. Phoebe sat down on Helga's couch. "So, how have things been?" Helga asked Phoebe.
"Fine!" she told Helga. "My job in England is great."
"Why are you here?" Helga asked Phoebe.
"I'm just visiting," she told Helga. "I never thought that I would bump into you! But, if you don't mind me saying so, you do not look happy. What's the matter?"
"Well, I'm living alone, I'm stuck in a job that I hate and my poems have absolutely no chance of being published," she groaned.
"You know Helga, your poems used to be great when you used to write about Arnold," said Phoebe.
"Yeah, well, I don't think about him any more," said Helga. "It only hurts me."
"Well, I have some news for you regarding Arnold," she said. "Him and Lila have broken up. They're getting a divorce!"
"Really?" asked an excited Helga. "Why? I thought they were the perfect couple."
"Well, obviously not," said Phoebe. "They just decided that they were not right for each other."
"So, how do you know this?" asked Helga. "Do you still get in touch with Arnold?"
"Well, Gerald does. Didn't I tell you that we got married?" asked Phoebe. "He lives with me over in England, but Arnold still lives over here. You know what, Helga? We really should have kept in touch. There's so much that I have to tell you."
"Like what?" asked Helga.
"Well, I'm now a lot more confident," said Phoebe. "I have to be if I'm the boss of my work! I have some other news that I've only just found out. Me and Gerald are going to have a baby!"
"Congratulations!" said Helga. "Is Gerald visiting with you?"
"No, he's still in England. Hey, do you want to do something with me tomorrow?" asked Phoebe. "I was going to go over to our old neighbourhood and see what things are like over there now."
"Sure!" said Helga. "That sounds like fun!"
"I have to go now, but I will be here tomorrow morning at 10, okay?" said Phoebe.
"Sure, I'll be ready," said Helga. Phoebe left Helga's apartment and went to the hotel where she was staying. The next morning, Helga got ready early and put on her best clothes. She was really looking forward to going back to the old neighbourhood. Miriam and Bob still lived there, but there was no reason for her to visit them, Helga thought. After the day when Helga had moved out, she had never gone back and had decided that she never would.
At 10, Phoebe knocked. Helga had been ready for an hour before she had arrived. She had also tidied up her apartment a bit. She didn't want Phoebe to think that she lived like a pig. "Are you ready to go?" Phoebe asked.
"Yes," said Helga. "Hey, you never told me, how long are you staying here for?"
"Well, I have three more days left before I have to go back to England," said Phoebe. "Let's make the most of them."
"Yeah," said Helga. "Anyway, let's go!"
So, they caught the bus back to their old neighbourhood. The bus journey lasted for about an hour. When they got off the bus, they saw that some things had changed and that some things had stayed the same. "I don't want to see my parents," Helga told Phoebe.
"Why?" asked Phoebe. "It might be good for you to see them again!"
"Phoebe, as soon as I turned 18, they through me out of the house and told me to take care of myself. I never, ever want to see them again," she said. "Now, let's take a look around."
Most of the houses looked the same, apart from the boarding house. The boarding house had closed down after Arnold's Grandpa had passed away, and it was now an empty building. PS 118 was still there, but all of the teachers who had been there while Helga had, had all moved on. Greens' Meats was still there, but Mr. Green had passed on the business to his son. Harold, the only one from the gang who still lived in the old neighbourhood, worked in the Butcher Shop.
Helga and Phoebe looked around for about an hour. "It's been great spending time with you," Helga said to Phoebe.
"I've been thinking," Phoebe said to Helga. "Since you said that you are miserable, how would you feel about moving to England and working for me?"
"Really?" asked Helga.
"Yes!" said Phoebe. "We could get you a flat over there and I will give you a good job, don't worry."
"Are you sure?" asked Helga.
"Yes, I want to see you happy again," said Phoebe.
"Then, yes!" said Helga. "I'll move to England with you!"
"Great!" said Phoebe. "All you have to do is sort out everything here. Quit your job. The only thing is, you may have to give some notice to your boss."
"Okay," said Helga. "As soon as I get back, I will quit my job and see what he says."
Fortunately for Helga, her boss was glad to see the back of her and didn't make her give any notice before she could stop working for him. She was ready to move to England.
***
Helga looked at Arnold, lying in the hospital bed. Her life had changed after that. It was much better.
More of Helga's memories are in Part Two of "All Grown Up" and it's coming soon on Fanfiction.net.