SeAstorm

Enjoy, and I don't own Hey Arnold!

Footsteps that I won't bare to lose, or take for granted, were used in the long trip it took to arrive at my beloved's huge new house his parents bought for him, his family, and the boarders that once lived at the boarding house 2 years ago. Back to the present, I swore I saw the light in my eyes, as I held my right arm over my chest, wincing in pain. That's the last thing I remember happening, until I knocked on the door. At the time, me and my beloved, were not willing to talk each other. I couldn't bare the pain anymore. So...I went for it.

I knocked on the door only once before someone came to open it. Oh thank goodness it wasn't him this time. It was Miles Shortman, his father. It only took a second for his face to become blown into a full amount of concern. It was in his tone of voice too.

"Oh my gosh! Helga! What happened to you!?" He said loud in fear.

My voice shook as I bursted into tears. "It's a l-long story Miles..."

Arnold's dad rushed me in, and LAYED me down on the glass white kitchen table. It was huge enough to support me though. Even if it made the slightest amount of sense.

He called his wife Stella quickly. She just came out the shower, brushing her hair, dropping the brush as soon as she saw me. She ran over to me with tears in her eyes, and sobbed my name repeatedly. "Helga! Please stay with us! Breathe!"

I did as I was told, which slightly made me feel better.

She got her first aid kit, and started healing me.

Miles rubbed my hand. "Helga, would you like me to get Arnold down here?"

That actually would help me a lot. I thought to myself as I gave him a sad smile and nodded my head slightly.

"G-go wild Miles." I said with my voice cracking.

He smiled then rushed up the stairs to get his son.

Upstairs

Miles knocked loudly on Arnold's door.

Arnold was playing a video game on his computer. "The door's open!" He yelled from behind the door.

Miles open the door quickly, looking panicked.

"Son, I've got to talk to you about Helga!"

Arnold sighed while rolling his eyes. Pausing the game, he turned to face his father.

"Dad, I've told you a million times before...I don't want to talk about her. We aren't friends anymore, and that's final."

"But son, this is IMPORTANT!" He said while throwing his arms in the air.

Arnold sighed. "C'mon Dad, it's clearly going to be about our friendship-"

He shook his son.

"Son, this is NOT just about your friendship with HELGA anymore, it's way bigger than that! Helga's been SHOT! She's downstairs right now with your mother!"

Arnold jumped up with a furious expression. "WAIT, WHAT?! IS SHE ALRIGHT?"

"Yes, but she really needs you downstairs for her right now! Your mom is taking care of her."

Arnold rushed out of his room, and ran down the stairs.

"Helga! What happened to you?!" He hovered over my head. It made him cringe, seeing all the blood from the gunshot wound. But he was more worried about me.

I coughed and looked up at my beloved. "It's a long story..." I said hoarsely. He ran his hand through my hair gently, while smiling with the most tender, caring eyes. Gosh, I love this boy. I just wish that I hadn't picked a fight with him 3 days ago. If only I wasn't such an insecure little-

"I've got time."

His sincere voice had interrupted my thoughts.

I coughed again, this time smiling up warmly to him.

Maybe my smile is contagious because him and his parents gave me a warm smile in return.

"Don't worry Arnold. As soon as Stella bandages up this wound, I'll be filling you and your family in on everything. Right now, I guess I'll just have to wait."

I sighed while staring up at the ceiling. For some weird reason, I felt like there was something missing. Luckily, Arnold knew what it was that I needed. He slowly grabbed my free hand and interwined his fingers with mine. I sighed dreamily to myself.

"Arnold, you knew exactly what I wanted."

"I'm no psychic, but...I'm glad if it made you feel better."

He chuckled.

I smiled and closed my eyes. "It did."

One hour later...

Stella had finished healing the wound, and wrapped a huge bandage around my chest. It wasn't tight, cause I was breathing fine. I was still a little sore, but at least I know that I'm going to be fine within months. As soon as I was able to get up off the table, Arnold gently put his arm around my shoulders, and led me, with his parents following, up the stairs into a guest room. Arnold helped me sit down comfortably on the bed. Him and his parents sat down on the bed across from me, with their shoes kicked off. So were mine. They all smiled at me, waiting.

I smiled with my eyebrow raised. "Okay, who wants to ask the first question?" All three of them raised their hands at the same time eagerly. "Okay, what's my favorite color, food, sport, favorite friend besides Phoebe, a sport that I actually play, someone I dislike, favorite genre of music, favorite place to hang out, favorite flavor of ice cream, my worst fear, college I want to go to, something I'm not allowed to eat as long as I live, some one who's lost their mind, my ex boyfriend's name, and one thing I've always dreamed of being when I grow up? Go!"

Arnold's parents looked at each other in shock. "How are we supposed to know-" Arnold pretended to be focused on his fingernails with a smug smile. I couldn't wait to see him answer all of my questions. "Hey pal, care to do the honors?" I said smiling and crossing my arms. He looked up at me, pretending to be shocked. "Why Helga, I couldn't possibly be able to answer all those questions with ease now could I?" He cleared his throat. "My pleasure. Pink, Pastrami On Rye, wrestling, me obviously, baseball, Rhonda, any type of Rock and you can stand Country and Jazz sometimes, Slausens, Chocolate, rats, NYU, strawberries, Curly, Stinky, and an Invisible Ninja!" He finshed with pride. Miles and Stella looked at their son to me wide eyed. I looked at him, while still crossing my arms, but my mouth was wide open as I looked at him with surprise. He looked at me with his eyes half lidded with the same smug smile on his face that he was wearing before. "Soo...how'd I do Helga?" I could've sworn I blushed crimson red right then. All I could manage to say was-

"You...y-you uhh..."

"Pretty much nailed it?" He asked me while laughing at the awkward look on my face.

"Yes..." I said softly while looking away from him.

"Okay. My question is..." He thought about for a minute.

Then he looked very hurt, because his voice shook as he asked me this.

"W-who...s-shot you Helga?"

His parents looked at me with deep attention. Time to break it to them. I know Arnold's going to feel like kicking them in the shin right after.

"The person who shot me was...

Maelle."

All three of them jumped out of the bed.

Arnold's fists were clenched tightly. "GERALD'S GIRLFRIEND?!"

"Oh dear..." Stella said as she fainted for a split second in Miles's arms.

Miles looked at Arnold and I with sadness. He watched as his son went to embrace me from around the bed. Arnold whispered into my ear while hugging me sweetly, like the kind young man he is. "I swear I will punch that girl in the throat, and please don't say that this isn't like me to hurt anybody, because I've hung out with my Grandma and the old Helga for a long time now. Trust me hun, they've grown on me. I am pretty thankful for that. Now if you'll excuse me-"

"Arnold, no wait! Don't do it!" I exclaimed while grabbing his wrist.

"And...why not?" He put his other hand on his hip.

"She is ARMED! Look at me, you screewball!"

"Oh...right...sorry." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

Miles spoke up. "Uhh, I have a question."

I sighed, "Go ahead."

"Why did she shoot you to begin with?"

"Because...I needed to protect my best friend, Phoebe. She thought Phoebe was trying to win Gerald back so...she got extremely jealous of them two. She...started to send her nasty emails, and really rude texts in class. Phoebe never came for help until just a few days ago. She showed me these messages during breakfast, class, lunch, and after school. I told Phoebe to ignore them, and she tried to at first, but then...she saw that his girlfriend had trashed her online. Saying mean stuff like, she's never going to get a boyfriend, and the smart ones always turn out to be the dumbest. She even went as far as hiding security cameras in my bestfriend's house. Every secret she told to me, is online. And every secret I told to her...she...put online too. Now, she could try and trash me all she wanted, but all I ever cared about, was sticking up for my bestfriend. Today...it seemed to be toned down a bit. At least...that's what we thought. Phoebe and I actually almost forgot about the whole bullying thing. Nobody mentioned anything in school about it, except for Geraldo giving my best friend these funny looks. We both decided to let it slide, and to think nothing of it. After school, Phoebe invited me to go with her to eat ice cream at Slausens. Arnold, I would have invited you, but you were upset with me, but don't worry, I forgave you for that a long time ago. Back to what I was saying, Phoebe and I were both looking at the menu, deciding on what ice cream flavor to get. We had picked out our flavors, and started to scan over the toppings section on the menu. That's when...Gerald and Maelle walked in. I saw them walk over to a table in the back. Phoebe and I, sat in the front. Once I saw them together, I rolled my eyes. Now, even though I felt like hurting her, I did the right thing, and just decided to ignore the girl. Phoebe leaned over the table and whispered to me, 'You saw them too, right?', all I did was nod in response. I told her carefully to pay them no attention. And that's what the both of us did. We chatted about random stuff for about a few minutes, then I saw Gerald get up to use the restroom, leaving the evil Maelle by herself. I could see her smirking at us through her reflection on the glass windows. I should've thrown her through that window! The jerkface just had to GET up out of her darn seat, and walk over to us innocent girls in the front. She asked, putting her palms on our table, 'Is there any room for a table of three?', Phoebe continue to eat her ice cream, saying that the table was only for her and I. No strangers aloud. 'Oh! Why, I'm not a stranger!' She told us.

Then...the devil's reject escalated it from there. She said the one thing that could flip Phoebe off. 'Just think of me as the girl, who was a way better girlfriend to Gerald than you ever were. Someone who is actually noticed, and doesn't have to deal with people walking all over her every single day. Someone who actually has more than one friend, who aren't bullies with mental problems, and dysfunctional families. I have friends that are actually better than their older sister's unlike your sissy one right over here. And by the way Helga, don't think that I don't know all your little secrets. I know you told Arnold about the fact that you're falling for him. But just think about it. Who would want to date an annoying brat, with a nerdy bestfriend, who has a sister that's better than her, mom's a alcoholic, and has a dad who constantly mistakes her name for her sister's, and runs an BEEPER EMPORIUM. And has an GASTROINTESTINAL DISORDER?'

I've got to say, even though she didn't fall through that window, her body did fall through a table, we both fought, and my friend Phoebe tried to stop it. I promised to, but she knew what she doing. Instead of helping, everyone in the store was getting the action on video. Eventually in the fight, a gun was pointed towards my bestfriend. She was begging for mercy in tears. I admit, I was crying too. About to surrender, when it dawned on me what was ACTUALLY going on. She just wanted my best friend gone. Out of existence because of the STUPID emotion we all know as jealousy. Soon as she drawed out that gun. I panicked. The bullet went off as soon as I jumped in front of Phoebe. Next thing I knew, I had plummeted to the ground, while holding my chest with a bullet inside of my flesh. I begged and whined for nobody to inform the police about what just happened. I didn't want anybody to know, until I say it's okay. Phoebe cried and screamed while holding my unconscious body in her arms. I told her to help me up, and let me out of that store. She gave me a ride for half the way I got here. I told her that if Arnold's family could heal me, she had nothing to worry about. She suggested that I stay with you, until I was better, and that she would come visit me at least a few times a week. The last thing I told her was 'I love you Pheebs! Call the police on the jerk that almost took our life away. You will always be forever my bestfriend.' Which...leads us to now."

Arnold and his parents smiled thoughtfully at me. I enjoyed it for a least a second before another problem came to my mind. "There's...one thing that I just don't understand."

All of our smiles faded away.

All of us shouted.

"Wait...WHERE THE HECK IS GERALD?!"