Hello everyone! Whether you're are new or old to this fandom, I hope you enjoy my story! This is my first story for this series. So, let me know what you think! My updates will be a bit spread out. Trying to finish up another story at the moment. Anyway, this is set after FTI. Jungle movie did not take place. Enjoy!
2.17.14
Disclaimer: Hey Arnold is not mine!
Forget Me, I'm Remembering (0)
Leaving
"I'm finding the place I want to call home."
"Olga!"
A nearly sixteen year old girl groaned out loudly. She turned over, roughly pulling the blankets with her. The bed squeaked and creaked just enough for Bob Pataki to hear from the bottom of the stairs. While huffing the older man stomped up the stairs with frustration building up in his system. "For the last time kid! Get your sorry butt outta bed! Heck, if I could sleep like you, I wouldn't have a job!" Bob rubbed his templets before throwing her bedroom door open. The girl didn't move in the slightest. Sure, she was awake for the most part to say the least.
"Ten more minutes Bob." She lightly sneered at him.
"No, Olga! Miriam and I need ya downstairs now!"
The blonde sat up in her bed, the familiar jingling of her locket was music to her ears, "It's Helga, dad. And, crimney it's only six in the morning!"
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just hurry up and come downstairs!" Big bob hollered as he strolled out of the room, hastily slamming the door behind him.
Helga slung her long legs over the side the bed. A yawn gently passed through her lips while she stretched both legs and arms out. Sunshine peeked through the window, a soothing breeze danced throughout the room. It sent vague chills up her spine leaving her to close the window all together and hustle over to her dresser. Whatever Bob wants better be good. Just because it's a Saturday, he thinks HE has the right to wake me up at six in the morning! What kind of sick joke is this! I mean doi! Just when I was having the most amazing dream about Arnold too! Stupid Bob! Always ruining everything. She thought rudely after pulling on her clothes for the day. Which of course was her famous pink dress, that somehow managed to fit throughout her years of growth. Sure, it was a lot shorter than it was five or six years ago. Though, it didn't matter, it was pink and reminded her too much of that certain someone to just throw away!
Speaking of things changing besides growing up; nothing else had really changed since fourth grade. All of her classmates were now in High School, some of them began dating right away. For example: Phoebe and Gearld starting going out right before Freshmen year. Along with Rhonda and Curly for some time, Lila and Arnie, Sheena and Eugene, and the most surprising one of all was Nadie and Brainy. The gang was still together of course, considering most of them had classes together. Helga was lucky enough to have at least five out of seven classes with Arnold. Most of her habits hadn't died for Arnold. The classic spit balls were still done and so was the bullying. Truth be told, Helga had toned down on the bullying act ever since the summer of fourth grade. Of course she was still ruthless to some extent, but she managed a nicer reputation as much as possible.
Poems- she still wrote poems about him in her little pink books. Probably almost exceeding a total of one hundred books full of poetry. As for the shrine, it was somehow discovered by Olga and after that Helga had gotten rid of it, realizing it was a bit obsessive to keep around anymore anyway. The locket was now kept safety around her neck by a golden chain she managed to buy a few years back.
Then there's Arnold and Helga. Well, that had become a somewhat touchy subject. Ever since the FTI building confession things had been a little awkward. They both just left it at 'the heat of the moment' excuse. Nothing was ever discussed or heard of again on the topic. Everything iced over in fifth grade when they finally became friends with a love hate relationship. The best part for Helga was: Arnold gave up his crush on Lila ever since the faithful confession from Helga. No one really knew why or how, it just happened one day.
"Oh, hi dear. How did you sleep?" Miriam slurred.
"Can it Miriam," Helga pinched the bridge of her nose, "Let's just hurry this up so I can take a nap."
Big bob snorted, "Can the attitude kid."
"Whatever." Helga slumped down into the dinning room chair. Miriam was chugging one of her smoothies across from her while Big Bob bit down on some toast.
"Your mother and I are going on a vacation."
Miriam smiled, "That's right, hun. It's going to be so much fun. I can't wait!"
"So let me get this straight. You two woke me up just so you could tell me your going on a vacation! Wow, this is a first! Gee, why didn't you just leave me a note like you two are famous for?" Both Bob and Miriam exchanged glances.
"Dear, were not just going to be gone for a day or two like usual."
"What?"
"Your heard your mother kid. Were going be gone for a full two weeks! I'm turning off all the utilities and especially the electricity while were gone. So, you better find somewhere to stay."
"Dad! What the heck! Just leave everything on and let me stay here!" Helga strained sternly.
"No way, Ol-Helga. Last time you were home alone for one day- just one day, you ran up all the bills! There's no way I'm leaving everything on for you to waste all my money on."
Helga stood up and slammed both her hands on the table, "Dad! I'm almost sixteen! Just let me stay here by myself!"
"NO!" Mr. Pataki roared while sending his chair sailing in the distance. Miriam brought her hand up to her mouth in shock at the sudden actions. "You will stay somewhere else if you want to shower and do whatever else ya do! That's final!" The man huffed before storming out of the room.
"Ugh! Miriam, help me out here!"
The woman took a sip of her smoothie, "Sorry dear. I'm with your father on this one. Besides, it's not safe for you to be here all by yourself. Your father and I are leaving this Sunday at seven in the evening. Will be on cruise for the next two weeks."
"But, mom! Where am I suppose to stay for the next two weeks?" Helga cried out.
"Hm, how about at your friend's house?"
She scowled, "Doi! I can't. Phoebe's in Tokyo for the summer. And, half of everyone in the neighborhood is on the Washington D.C trip!"
"I'm sure some of your friends are still in town, hun. What about your friend Alfred? Was that his name?"
Her eyes widened, "His name's Arnold, Miriam. And, your saying I can stay at a boy's house? For two weeks?"
Miriam took the last sip of her smoothie, "Sure, sure. I don't see why not."
"Mom, Arnold's not going to want me for two weeks."
"Doesn't hurt to try dear. Anyway, I have to finish packing." Miriam spoke lightly before collapsing on the dinning room table. Clearly, she had too many smoothies once again. Helga rolled her eyes before throwing herself off the chair and exiting the room. They want me to ask Arnold if I can stay at his house for two weeks?! Are they crazy? What the heck am I suppose to say? Oh hey Arnold, do you mind if I stay at your place for two weeks? Hey, football head! I need a place to stay. Don't get any weird ideas-. Ugh, this is never going to work. Do I walk over to his house and ask? Do I call?
Hours later, Helga was simply staring at her cell phone like she wanted it dead. In her mind she knew this was a bad idea. Of all the people why her? To make things worse, her and Arnold were finally on good terms. What if he thinks she's a total loon and never talks to her again? Despite everything, she dialed his home number on her cell. The phone rang and rang for numerous times. Just when she was going to hang up, someone picked up the phone.
An accent rang through the phone, "Hello!" Helga smirked fully knowing it was Mr. Hyunh. It surprised her a bit he was still living at the old Boarding House. Some things really never did change.
Another voice shouted in the background, "Give me the phone! No one calls for you anyway!"
Really? Now I got to deal with this clown too? Talk about a double whammy.
"Excuse me, but everyone wants to talk to the paper boy! I believe the phone call is for me." The voice proudly proclaimed.
Ugh, not Oskar whats-his-face too!
Two more voices erupted in the background, "Pookie! You didn't put raspberries in that did you?"
"Oops, Queen Elizabeth is calling me! Onward men!"
"Gosh dangit, Pookie!" The sound of feet shuffling quickly in a direction sounded through the phone.
Helga spoke through the phone, "Uh, hi. Is Arnold there?"
"Oh, it's just for the boy. Yes, I shall retrieve him for you,"
Two men whispered in the background, "Probably the boys girlfriend."
"I should have known it would be for him."
Both voices laughed. While another on rang out in the background, "Arnold! Your girlfriends on the phone!" Many kissing noises erupted from the phone line causing Helga to almost double over in laughter.
"Would you three quit it? For the last time I don't have a girlfriend."
Oh Arnold. My sweet, how I crave-
"Pfft! Don't lie to us lover boy!" Three different laughs broke out soundly on the line. Helga heard the sound of many people moving down the hallway. She could hear Arnold sighing and muttering something to himself. It sort of sounded like: "Those guys,"
Someone picked up the phone, "Hey,"
"Hey Arnoldo," She was smiling from ear to ear.
I love your voice. So much. I can't believe how much I've missed you.
His voice sounded a bit shocked, "Helga?"
"Yeah, yeah. Don't get your panties in a knot," She sighed quietly, "I have need a favor." Helga's voice sounded squeaky towards the end.
"The great Helga G. Pataki is asking for a favor?" He chuckled a bit.
"Yes, I'm asking you for a favor." She bit her lip, "Look, Miriam and Bob are leaving on short notice and I need somewhere to stay for two weeks. Don't get any weird ideas football-"
"Okay. So, what's the favor?" It still peeved him to this day when she called him Football Head. For some reason he was hoping to end this phone call already before she decided to insult him some more.
"Can I crash at the Boarding House for the time being?"
"Oh, well-"
"It's cool, your probably busy. I get it. Bye-"
"Helga! I wasn't saying no! I need to ask my grandparents, that's all."
"Oh, alright, hair boy,"
"Be right back,"
In less than a few minutes he picked up the phone again, "My grandpa said it's perfectly fine. When are you coming over?"
"Well, Bob and Miriam are leaving at seven tomorrow night. So, probably around eight tomorrow night?"
"That's later than I thought. Well, its pretty dark by then. I'll be over at your place at seven fifteen." He smiled, "Don't want you walking over here in the dark by yourself."
Helga shook her head, "Naw, its fine. You don't need to do that, Arnoldo,"
"I don't need to Helga. I want to."
"Whatever floats your boat, football head."
"Well, see ya tomorrow, Helga. Night."
"Night,"
Both phones clicked off. Helga practically screamed from all the excitement. She fell back on her bed with a thud and held her locket with Arnold's picture from fourth grade to her chest. So many thoughts began to flood into her head. Arnold, you really are the most wonderful person I have ever met! Letting an annoying and mean girl like me stay at your home for two whole weeks! I'm so excited, oh gee, I can't wait! What am I going to wear? What am I going to say? Will I be mean to you? No! I can't be! I have to be nice. Heck, he could kick me out if I push his buttons like I always do. Why do I have to do that? Sometimes, I really hate myself. Oh my love, how I cherish you every waking moment of my life! There's so much I wish I could tell you! If only you love me back! Oh joy, how I wish for that day with all my heart. Oh Arnold, Arnold, Arnold! Please forgive me forgive me for everything I have done. I love you so much! I thought my feelings would fade, but they never did!
Tucking her locket under her shirt, Helga slowly found herself drifting into a very needed and deep sleep.
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After all, love is exhausting.
Well that's it for now. It's a bit short, I know. And, hopefully no one is OCC. I tried pretty hard at keeping the characters in line. All errors will be fixed as soon as possible! If you spot any please feel free to point them out, I always love getting helpful feedback.
Thanks for reading,
August Passion. (: