Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hey Arnold!
Helga and Phoebe stood in the girls restroom in front of the mirror, getting ready for the day. Helga brushed out her newly-streaked hair, admiring the pink streaks. She glances over to Phoebe, watching her mess around with her contacts. She looks great in them, but for some reason, she can't get used to them.
Breaking the companionable silence that only long-time friends can have, Helga laments to her trusted confidante, "Ugh, Pheebs, Arnold will never notice me." She straightens the wide legs of the pants her mother calls her "rebel pants" so that they cover her shoes completely. Bob complains about spending that much on Converse that Helga draws on and are never visible. Miriam says she's expressing herself... Helga hates it when her parents are right. Especially when they both are.
"That's not true, Helga, Gerald and I are going out." said Phoebe, trying to comfort Helga. As she tries to do every day. Phoebe has always been there for Helga, and neither can imagine life without the other.
"You guys have been goin out since forever! I've been waiting thirteen years, Pheebs! Thirteen! I have wasted too much time on that dumb football head." she said with a slight smile. She had an idea... All she had to do was get through the rest of the day, not looking at Arnold. Not pining over him. Not composing poet- She grimaced. This wasn't going to be easy.
She walked home, shuffling her feet and looking down, her bookbag seemingly weighing her down more then usual. When she got home, she ignored Miriam's well-intentioned questions about her day, andwent on the computer. She smirked as she booted it up... the picture in the background a picture of the family pride and joy... Olga.
She signed up for a dating service called InterNETLuv. After a while of searching through creepy looking guys with pimples and pocket protectors, she found a profile without a picture. But his tag-line caught her eye, a tagline she sympathized with. "Looking to get over Ms. Wrong. Can I be your Mr. Right?" She had to admit that it sounded cheesy, but not everyone can be a poet. She IMed the person called SchoolsJock96. She was called herself SewnTogether.
"Ugh, Gerald, Helga will never notice me!" said Arnold, trying to fix the new hat on his head... A hat that actually fits. The one from his parents was retired when he turned 12, and the new one, he had to admit, looked much better on him.
"That's not true Arnold, Pheebs and I are going out!" said Gerald, comforting his friend in much the same way his girlfriend had earlier that day.
"You guys have always been going out! I've been waiting thirteen years Gerald! Thirteen! I have wasted too much time on her!" he said. He was exaggerating, as young men are liable to do. He had a crush on Ruth when he was younger. He had one on Connie... Or was his date Maria? He couldn't even remember at this point. But after a while, he realized something with a start. Any time Helga G. Pataki was in the same room as him, his heart skipped a beat. He had fallen in love, and he had fallen hard.
He had made the desicion to quit Helga like a bad habit, to put her out of his mind. After some heavier consultation with Gerald, he realized that the best way to get over someone was to find someone new. And he aimed to do just that.
He walked home and went on the computer, putting on his headphones to listen to music, drowning out Mr. Kakoshka and Susie... Still always arguing. But still together, after all this time. Seeing them reminded him of Helga. He forced the thought out of his head. He went on a dating service called InterNETLuv. He signed up as SchoolsJock69, creating a profile that highlighted his love of humanity and his heartbreak. In no time at all, somebody with the handle SewnTogether IMed him.
SewnTogether: I saw ur profile, u seem nice
SchoolsJock: um, thanx. U seem nice 2
Sewntogether: thanx.
SchoolsJock: So hows ur life goin?
SewnTogether: Horrible. My parents think I'm just a person that who lives and not their daughter cuz I'm not as good as my older sister. Almost everyone thinks I'm a bitch at school, but I love to write poetry. I'm tryin to get over a guy who never noticed me and that hurts. How about u?
SchoolsJock: wow that's really bad. My life is okay. I don't have parents and I live with people who live in tha house. Schools good and this girl has been bothering me, I dunno y.
"Wow, he sounds like Arnold.", she shook her head, glaring into the screen. "Snap out of it, Helga! What are the chances you're talking to Arnold on a Dating Service?" She let herself drown in her thoughts.
Meanhile, at the boarding house, Arnold was having the same crisis of conscience. "Wow, she sounds like Helga!" He shook his head, frowning to himself, "Wake up Arnold! What are the chances you're talking to Helga on a Dating Service?" He thought... Wishing that he was, either way.
SewnTogether: Maybe she likes you. I did that for a while, but the guy was to dense to notice. Don't be as dense as him plz! LoL
SchoolsJock: LoL. You sound kool. I can't write poetry for jack. LoL. I wish I had a creative mind to think of poetry. That is a wonderful talent that you should be proud of. Well, I gtg talk another time?
SewnTogether: sure, why not? Bye.
"Wow, how weird...", they unknowingly said in unison, blocks away and dreaming of each other.
This is a rewrite of a person who wanted to rewrite it so I can't say its mine fully.
Ch 2 comin at you! Signing off
