HI GUYS! This is my first fan fiction!
Just so you know, the italics are flash backs & thoughts.
Also I don't own Hey Arnold! just my idea for the story.
CHAPTER 1
The alarm goes off. 5:30 in the morning. I get up and look at myself in my vanity across the room from my bed. Gosh I look like hell. I grab my robe and clothes for the day and head to the bathroom. I try to tiptoe by Olga's room, careful not to wake her up. I get in the bathroom and turn the shower on, thinking about that night that seemed so long ago.
There he was. His blonde hair and little blue hat on his perfect Football shaped head. He was wearing dark grey pants and a forest green shirt that complimented his eyes perfectly. He was walking over to me, but I didn't even realize it. He was saying something, but I couldn't hear a single thing he was saying. "Huh?" I asked. "I said do you want to go someplace else, you don't look like you're having much fun here and I'm getting ready to leave anyway, I could give you a lift if you want?" "Oh… Yeah. Sure, thanks!" I replied. "Cool, I'll meet you at the Packard in an hour." He said as he ran off to tell Gerald he was leaving and to say his good-byes. We were in his car. I didn't want to go home, but I didn't want to tell him that. He wasn't heading to my house; he wasn't heading towards the boarding house either. I didn't know where he was going. The instant he passed Chez Paris I knew where he was going. We pulled up to Gerald Field and I wasn't quite sure what we were doing there, but I wasn't going to complain, I was with my beloved I could have been at the bottom of a river with him and I wouldn't have minded. We sat in silence for a long while. "I didn't want to go home yet, I thought we could just sit and talk, if that's okay?" he finally said. "Yeah that's fine, what do you want to talk about?" I asked. Then he leaned in and kissed me. I retreated and he gave me a hurt look. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that" he protested. "No it's fine, I just was shocked."
Just then I snapped out of my memory and noticed the water wasn't hot anymore. I hadn't even shampooed my hair yet. I rushed to wash my hair and get dressed or I'd never get myself looking right in time for first period. I curled my hair, although the length of the blonde locks really made the curls heavy on my scalp, but I had to take people's eyes off my body for today. I put on a bit of makeup, not too heavy, but well enough to make my eyes pop, I plucked some loose hairs from the simply marvelous uni-brow Big Bob had so graciously passed down to me. I put on my brand new Hollister pants and a slightly baggy t-shirt from Victoria's Secret. I had to admit that I was looking pretty good today. Just as I was getting a banana for breakfast Phoebe sent me a text.
Phoebe: I'm outside
Me: k. im ready.
Phoebe & I arrive with just seconds to spare before having to go to first period- Creative Writing. I walk in late & there he is, I try to avoid him, but as soon as he saw me he jumped up & ushered me to sit next to him. & I couldn't necessarily just ignore him, so I sit down & he scoots closer to me. I don't understand why he's being like this. Why does he have to finally have to show some affection towards me? Why me? Why now?
I was off in my own little world while the teacher was talking; explaining the course syllabus going over class rules- no eating, no electronics, hats off- the same old stuff that you hear every first day every single year. Just before the bell rings the teacher informs us that the person we're sitting next to is going to be our writing partner for the remaining part of the year. I look to my left & there's Harold, but of course he's sitting next to Patty, so they're already partnered up. I turn to my right & look around Arnold. & of course Rhonda is off flirting with the genius freshman sitting next to her. So it looks like I'm stuck with Football head. Great
The rest of the day was a blur, & lunch a hot mess. Phoebe & Gerald are a thing now, so if I want to hangout with my best friend, it will be her, her new squeeze, &- of course- his best friend. So instead I went & sat in my art teacher's classroom. I'm working on a black canvased chalk drawing of an unborn child; a sonogram basically, when someone walks in. I hardly even notice & don't even turn around, until I look up & feel someone breathing down my neck. I turn around & jump slightly when I notice who it is.
"That's really good, you're a really good artist Helga" Arnold said. "Oh, um, thanks" I said as I hide the drawing. "Why are you putting it away?" he asks. "Oh, I'm done with it" I reply. "What was it of?" "Oh nothing, just something that was on my mind."
The day was finally over. I got into Phoebe's car, buckled myself in & waited for her to get to the car. Phoebe walks up, Gerald in hand. He gets the backseat & complains about it the whole time. "Why does she get to sit in the front. I'm your boyfriend, I should get to sit next to you in the front seat." he whines. "Well," I retorted "Maybe if you guys didn't spend 15 minutes after school sucking face, you'd be here before I get here to get the front." That shut him up, finally.
The rest of the ride was quiet. It was kind of perfect actually. No one talking, a low roar of the radio, I could just sit there & think.
We pulled up to my house & Olga was already home. I walked upstairs & went into my room. I sat down on the floor & put my headphones in. I just shut the world out.