Hello fellow Hey Arnold fanfic readers! As I hope you know, this is the start of my second Hey Arnold fanfic! Isn't that exciting? Eeeeee!

Now, if you don't understand why this story is starting in the place it's starting, there is a very good explination for that. You see, my fanfic friend, SuprSingr wrote a fanfic on if Helga ever got hypnotized. As I read it, I got this idea. What if she wasn't unhypnotized for a long time? In one of her Author's Notes, SuprSingr said that she just couldn't have Helga suddenly wake up at age 48 and go balistically bonkers! I thought then, maybe not 48, but what if it were at her wedding? Cause, you know, 48 is too old for this story to be right. Now, I don't know how old she is in this story yet, but I figure she somewhere in her twenties. It'll say in the next few chappies.

Anyway, enjoy my fellow readers! RAAAAHHHH!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold. Are we clear on that now? Good.

"And Helga, do you take Arnold Shortman to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"

When I heard those words, my eyes cracked wide. Then I saw in front of me, holding my hands warmly in his was Arnold, the love of my life. I noticed he was wearing a tux and looked down to see that I was wearing a long, white gown, trailing behind me briefly in the isle. Aside to us was some guy in robes, holding an open book in his hands, watching me intently. I looked into Arnold's eyes with my lovesick gaze as I said the two words I had always dreamt of saying to him.

"I do."

This was another one of my Arnold-wedding fantasies. I decided to indulge myself and enjoy it this time. For some reason, though, this felt so real. But it couldn't be, could it? After all, I'm only ten.

"If anyone objects to this, speak now or forever hold your peace." The man in robes announced. No one responded.

"Then, by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." He paused a moment, then turned his head slightly to Arnold. "You may kiss the bride."

Arnold looked into my eyes with that all too familiar gaze as he leaned in towards me. I found myself leaning towards him as well. He wrapped his arms around me gently as I wrapped my arms around him. Our faces closed in and our eyelids began to close as our lips were ready to meet.

His lips were just as soft as I'd remembered. So soft and gentle against mine. So, real. This is the most realistic fantasy I've ever had. Amazing.

Only this time, unlike the other real times, he kissed back. Then again, this was a wedding. A kiss is always at the end of a wedding. It's a well known fact.

Like I said though, this is my fantasy, so I'm just gonna roll with it.

We released from the kiss, and everyone rose up from their pews, clapping and whistling and cheering with a roar. The ending music started to play as we made our way down the isle and out the large chapel doors.

When the doors opened, the light practically blinded us from the shining sun. We trip-paced to the cab, which surprisingly had empty cans tied to the back and a banner sign on the trunk that read 'Just Married'. Arnold opened the door and waved for me to get in first. Just before I stepped in, I realized that I must follow tradition. So I faced the cab, shut my eyes tight, held the bouquet in both hands, and then tossed it behind me.

Before getting a chance to look at who caught it, I was told to get in the cab. Arnold got in after me, closed the door, and the car drove off as the crowd threw uncooked rice in celebration. I look out the back window and see the person to catch my wedding bouquet; a little girl with blonde hair in pigtails and a blue dress with a deep ocean blue sripe along the skirt of it and a matching blue bow in one of her pigtails. She looked about nine, she was in the front of the crowd, and she was sneaking half lidded glances at a boy with the same blonde hair next to her. He looks about her age, had a messed up hairstyle, and when he looked at her, she gave him a scowl.

This remindes me of my life. Specifically the time when Coach Wittenburg and Sheril got remarried and Arnold was the best man and I was the bride's maid. When Sheril threw the bouquet, I caught it and looked at Arnold. This girl caught it and looked at the boy next to her. I wonder how they met. I bet she likes him. How sweet.

Suddenly Arnold started to talk to me. "What are you thinking about, Helga dear?"

I hesitated as I came to his words. Then I said, "Just an event of our past." with a sigh.

Arnold turned to look out the window with me. "That little girl reminds me of you. When we were ten."

I sighed again. "Yeah, those were the days."

"Hey, remember when you used to pick on me all the time? You acted all bad and tough."

"Oh, man. How can I forget?" I was ten just last night. This is just a dream. A really detailed dream.

Arnold then gave a mock scowl and put his hands on his hips. "Hey! Watch where you're going, footballhead!"

At first, I felt a little hurt by his actions. Then I realized how rediculous I must sound and look when I do that in reality. I smiled.

"Out of my way! Helga G. Pataki coming through!" He went on.

"Ah, ha, ha!" I couldn't help but laugh. He was doing impressions of me. Unbelievably accurate impressions, I might add. He was pretty good at being me. Well, the me everyone knew me to be, anyway.

Then he balled his hands into fists and held them up one by one. "Quit laughing, geekbait! Or you'll have to answer to ol' Betsy and the, and the five avengers!"

I frowned and turned away. My eyes filled with tears looking to the car door. Although that still looked pretty rediculous, it hurt to be reminded of that day, no matter how rediculous. That was the day I first met Arnold, and the day I first hid my true self from everyone, and most importantly, from him. I didn't want to look at him. It just hurt too much.

Arnold's voice got soft. "What's wrong? Did I say something?" He said, obviously concerned for me. As much as I loved him, I couldn't bear the pain that memory has caused me for this long. It was hard enough knowing what I did was wrong. I didn't need someone, and Arnold of all people to remind me of my greatest regret.

"Please don't mention that moment again." I replied softly.

"Helga, I don't understand." Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I rejected his hand of concern as I turned to him, tears still in my eyes, threatening to fall down my face. "I said DON'T!" I shouted with hurt in my voice.

I saw his eyes widen as I turned to him. "I, okay. I won't. I promise." He said.

"Thank you. I love you." I said as I lay against him, a little tired from what I figured was a long wedding even though I don't remember anything before I said 'I do'.

He put his arm around my shoulder and said, "I love you too."

Then I lay there, listening to the music, my eyes close, and I know I have to leave my beautiful fantasy as I fall soundly asleep.

Yay! Please be patient for the next chappie! And as for the mean time,

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