Hey everyone! For those of you who have read my other story, Forever and Always in the Afterlife, no, I haven't forgot about it. I'm still currently working on that story but I had to start this one because it was one of those stories that I had to write down immediately. Lol it came to me in a dream and it could not be ignored! Here it is hope you like!

Disclaimer: I don't own Arnold or any of his friends, or any part of the neighborhood, or anything associated with Arnold what so ever. Only Nickelodeon does…. The old Nick anyway. ;)

"The Last Session"

"There's been so many times I've wanted to tell him the truth. Tell him how I truly feel. Of course, there was that one… desperate instant when I thought I would never see my beloved blonde-haired boy again…right before…we saved the neighborhood…" Helga looked away and focused on the red polka dot on the carpet floor of her therapist's office.

She stared at that polka dot many times. It was her safe spot. She memorized it. Whenever she couldn't look her therapist in the eyes, she could always count on the red polka dot with the bright blue carpet background. Sure it was dirty from years of excessive use and being walked on. But it was always there for her. And it was here for her now. Despite the fact Dr. Harper always said she would never judge Helga, she still couldn't help but feel… slightly stared at.

Whadya expect? She thought.

I've been in love with the same football-headed kid since Pre-K. This lady probably thinks I have a screw loose.

"Miss Pataki? Wasn't that over seven years ago?" Dr. Harper asked sweetly as always from behind her mahogany desk.

"You got it, doc. Now when can I vamoose. I have things to do." Helga began to get up from her usual cushy purple seat in front of the doctors desk. But like always, Dr. Harper stopped her.

"Miss Pataki, please. Our session isn't over yet?"

Helga turned to look at her therapist. She had barely aged. Sure her brunette head lightened a bit, her eyes grew softer and wiser. But her office, her presence, the atmosphere. The conversation. It had never changed.

"That's just it, doc. Will it ever? I mean, c'mon. I've been comin' through that office door since I was nine years old, with a pink bow in my hair, pigtails on my head and anger in my heart. But now, I'm seventeen, graduating in two weeks, and instead of anger all I feel is pain. Pain and abuse of my own emotions, knowing that a certain…someone of my affections will be going off to college, probably not even noticing that I exist…" Helga finished her rant and continuous pace, and laid face down on the blue leather sofa close to the door.

"Are you for certain he doesn't know you exist? Like you said. It has been a long time. Perhaps he's changed… you've changed."

Helga sat up straight and turned to look at her reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall in between the bookshelf and many awards that were displayed.

Had she changed?

Her pigtails eventually were let down into a full head of blonde hair to run loose.

Her pink dress changed to blue jeans and whatever color t-shirt she pulled out of her dresser drawer. (today was a light green).

The pink bow was gone. Instead two little square pink barrettes, clipped either side of her long blonde hair down.

I've gotten girlier, she noticed.

Her long eyebrow converted into two short ones after being teased relentlessly shortly after entering Jr. High.

"I've changes on the outside, doc. But I'm still a broken person on the inside." Helga stared at herself sadly.

"Helga?" asked the doctor motherly.

"What?"

"There's only one way to find out."

"Oh c'mon. Not this crap again." She responded miserably.

"I'm serious. I really think it's time. If you don't do something soon, do you really want to live with that 'what if' feeling for the rest of your life?" Dr. Harper asked staring at her patient of almost eight years now.

"What if he rejects me?" Helga paused, finally turning to look her therapist in the face.

"You have two weeks to find out."

"If he does, well…. I'm sorry. But you cant live your life in regret. Life is going to move on regardless of your decision. Letting your decision consume your life is another story. Look at what it's done for you so far. You can either love, or let go. But either way, live happily." Helga sat on the blue couch reminiscing at all of the missed opportunities.

"Hey doc?" Helga squeaked after a moment of silence.

"Yes Helga?"

"I really hope you're right."

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