Okay, trying to bring you a great Helga/Arnold fic, like there aren't enough.
Alright, I decided to do one of those fic where I change the past and then show you the present and how much stuff changed. Confusing as hell. Here is the twist.
The Twist: Arnold's parents never died. They decided not to go on the faithful mission and stayed. But due to this, fate is warped. While playing on the front steps of his family's town house at the age of 3, Arnold loses his grasp on his ball, it falls into the street. His mother, who was with him at the time, tries to grab Arnold before he gets to the curb. But she fails, Arnold is in traffic. Just then, their neighbors from a few doors down, the Pataiki's car is coming down the street. Bob manages to turn in time to miss Arnold, but he drove right into a lamppost. Sadly, the whole family, except for their daughter Helga, died that day. Helga, now an orphan, was taken in by an elderly couple that owned the Sunset Arms Boarding house. Now in the present day, Helga and Arnold attend PS 118 together.
"Move it Arnoldo!" Helga said and pushed Arnold into his locker as she stomped down the hall. Gerald, Arnold's best friend, growled.
"Arnold man, stand up to her." Gerald said. Arnold pulled himself out of his locker and then closed it.
"I can't Gerald." He said and started to walk off. Gerald followed. Arnold had let Helga beat the living crap out of him since they were kids. Gerald never could understand why.
"Arnold, you have to tell me why you let that girl walk all over you. I mean I know she lives at your grandparents' house. But it's not like you guys are friends, why not just tell her to knock it off." Gerald said. Arnold frowned, even though they had been friends since kindergarten, he never told Gerald the real story. He thought maybe now would be a good time.
"Can you keep a secret?" Arnold asked Gerald as they started to walk to the bus stop. Gerald nodded a yes. Arnold took a deep breath. "Do you know why Helga lives with my grandparents?"
"I don't know, her parents got tired of her?" Gerald said jokingly. The joke pierced Arnold.
"No Gerald, it's because I killed her family." Arnold said sorrowfully.
"YOU WHAT?" Gerald exclaimed.
"When I was three I ran into the street, right in front of Helga's family's car. The turned in time to miss me, but they ran into a light post. Helga was the only survivor. My parents felt horrible because I guess it was my fault, even though they don't say it. But the told my grandparents, and they set it up so Helga could live there instead of being bounced around in foster care. She was only suppose to stay there till she got adopted, but that never happen since she developed a really bad attitude." Arnold said. Gerald stood there stocked.
"So that's why she hates you?" Gerald asked.
"No, she doesn't know I was the reason. I have no idea why she hates me. But I can't yell at her, she has had a hard life, and that's all my fault." Arnold answered. Arnold and Gerald got on to the bus. They took their seats in the back. The bus waited as the rest of the students got on. Helga got on with her best friend Phoebe.
"Maybe she just is angry because you two grew up together. You know, competition." Gerald said. Arnold sat back. He hoped it was only that.
The bus rolled on down the busy streets. It was agreed that they would all meet up again at the field after they dropped their stuff off at home. The bus first pulled to a stop at Arnold's house. He got off and waved the bus goodbye. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out his key. He opened the door. The house was empty. His parents were off on another trip in some other country. He went with them during the summer sometimes. But they would be gone all week. Which means either cooking for himself or taking the bus down to his grandparents to spend the night. He felt weird doing this since his Grandpa made him sleep in Helga's loft, on her couch. She wouldn't let him near anything in that room. She even went as far as too lock her closet. He sighed, it look like he would be going down there, because it was just too lonely here.
Helga pulled the cord down in the boarding house hallway to get to her loft bedroom. Walking up to the door that a doll hanged, holding a name plate with the name "Helga" on it, from her old house. She pushed open the door and closed it tightly behind her and locked it. Reaching into the front of her dress she pulled out a locket, with a picture of a boy in it.
"OH ARNOLD!" Helga burst out, "Why must I torture myself by hating you!?"
To be continued (maybe)
See how everyone likes the idea and then decided to go with it.