Nope - I do not own Hey Arnold or its characters. I would like to thank Craig Bartlett for creating such a fascinating and amazing cartoon. I would like to thank Nickelodeon for airing the series ... even though it could have gone longer than it did.
heh. hope you enjoy the story x - please R&R.
Chapter One
Despite the rain slowly subsided, it still drenched on the yellow mass of unkept hair on his football shaped head as the girl, who tormented him shamelessly, revealed to him as "Deepvoice."
He was taken aback by her determination to shield herself from him. Confusion made its presence known why the girl, who made it known she was ecstatic to have the neighborhood sold, risked her life for his cause.
His questioning for her reasons made her rattle. A slew of half-baked excuses piling one after the other until finally, like the twist off the cap of a soda bottle after being shaken, she blurted the sentence that threw him off – yet at the same time, made completely sense:
"That's right, hairboy, I mean, criminy!" she finally snapped. "What are you supposed to do when someone you love is in trouble?"
"Love?" was his response.
Instantly, she rambled – confessing to him how she'd stalked him, closet-hidden shrines and volumes of poetry books dedicated to him. He backed away from her, taking in every confession yet not knowing what to make of it.
Until finally – her lips met his.
His head was swarming with incomplete thoughts and puzzle pieces, making absolutely no sense at that point.
Their lips parted when he just had to ask her to repeat her words, looking for more confirmation as though the kiss wasn't proof enough.
She did. Alas, she did.
He managed to escape from her kisses, yet unwilling to completely pull away from her. He could have left her up there as the clock ticked down to the seconds of his neighborhood's demolish – could have gone on without her, finish the mission with only her guidance.
But he didn't. Or perhaps, he couldn't.
Perhaps, he also, somewhere somehow, also love He –
"Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold!"
Arnold woke up with a start from the crazy yet vivid memory that the summer had brought him. And now, the summer was over and school was starting on that day. It dawned on Arnold that it had been a couple of weeks since their victory against the corporation; it had been weeks since Helga's confession.
Her confession
He groaned when her passionate declarations played back in his head, despite her taking it back a couple of hours later. Somehow, when she took back what she said – it was to save her face. It seemed like it. It did.
"Arnold!" he scolded himself as he walked towards the bus stop, "I told you to stop thinking about it."
Its – Helga! It's unlikely that she loves him! She's Helga! She's one of the boys! She hadn't said anything all summer and, constantly went back to teasing him. Despite now, he could hear the slight affection in her tone whenever she called him, "Football head" – but either ways, her confession didn't mean anything.
It was said under the heat of the intense moment.
He could face her today, like he had done before. With no awkwardness. Absolutely no awkwardness.
But it had crossed Arnold's mind that one of the reasons Helga had took back her confession – was simply because she knew Arnold wasn't ready for her yet.