Only for you
My first nic fic and by nic I mean nickolodeon
Please read and review, this is my attempt at writing for a rather big fandom and as an anime nut I wonder how I'll take this one?
I have emailed and asked Hey arnold fans about characters and watched a lot of episodes to get some idea but then again with FF you can do what you like with back stories and character persona's and such so if something does not quite gel, do not panic, its fanfiction darling, its not meant to be true to the original.
I based alot of this on my favorite new artist Emeile Sande, her songs are perfection.
WARNING
I tend to verge on the more sexual of material within the guidelines and limits off course so if you like it rough, enjoy
This is the Story of how helgas heart beats only for him (Arnold)... in a long twisted kind of way...
Set in 2009 with chapters looking backwards into highschool and elementary the story starts at the end with a lot of years gone by including diary entries and such. You get the idea.
This is for you JC rose.
Enjoy x
Italic means Diary entries OR thoughts
Characters are all hey arnold ones, there are no OC's.
Chapter one
"The boy with the corn flower hair"
Helga pitaki sits in her room, soon to be vacated and let out to a foreign exchange student (bob needs his pound of flesh after all)
Pheobe places little blue flowers in her best friends hair, tied up in a lovely bun with blonde strands hanging over her deep blue eyes.
"That's enough Pheebs" The blonde groans. "I aint goin outside lookin like a damn flower bouquet", "for crimenys sake."
Pheobe sighed. "okay okay" then muttered something in Japanese.
Helga studied herself in the mirror.
There she was, all grown up, 20 years old with flowers in her hair, blush on her cheeks and a twinkle in her eyes, how they sparkled, today of all days.
"Oh the cars here Helga" "come on" Pheobe said, rushing down the stairs.
"Dont be late."
"Alright already", "dont blow a gasket" Helga yelled.
Grabbing her Veil and beloved Journal (one of the many) Helga clutched them both and began scribbling away some final thoughts before heading toward the car where her driver and maid of honor awaited.
Oh faithful Journal, how fate has smiled on me today. To think that me, Helga G Pitaki is about to push through the chapel doors toward the love of my life.The only love I have ever known, ever wanted and ever dreamed of. This beautiful boy who noticed me years ago, who as a teenager was so kind when I was so cruel. An angel with golden hair was he, and yet I tormented him so- oh how we have been over this again and again for years. First the horrid bullying in grade school and then, oh then the horrifying act of the evil and awfully popular witch that is Rhonda Wellington Lloyd in sixth grade which sent lips and tongues wagging profusely, leaving me open to slack jawed gawkers, and oh woe-us me, how I ever trusted that red headed devil Lila with my secret just so I could kiss him, yes kiss the boy he was back then in the Romeo and Juliet play in fourth grade. That play was to be my downfall. Oh journal, many pages have been written in angst about that day and I had the damn guts I would write a blog about my life and how I went from terrific sadness and despair to intense love and repair but no, only now can I unveil the real me, yes the maniac who punches like a man yet has a heart that beats like a woman yearning for her man, her soulmate and only solace in this world.
Today the Rhondas of this cruel joke of a world are gone, high school is over, those years of my life are eradicated forever and a new and amazing chapter begins. A new life away from my brute of a Father, my on and off alcoholic mother who has never been able to quit the poison for good, my perpetually perfect Sister Olga, for today I leave this prison I called home as a Pitaki and will emerge this evening as Mrs Arnold Shortman. xoxoxox Helga. August 2009.
Any good?
Please Read and Review as I have plenty more where that came from, a whole handwritten story in fact.
JC Rose, you had better review this.