A/N*** Well here it is, my next fan fiction! Although I loved writing " The
Long Road Home," all good things must come to an end. So here it is, an
idea I got while reading wishing well switch-I am NOT copying, just
inspired by it. Besides, mine is loosely based on it, because they don't
switch bodies....you'll see! As always, read and review and let me know
what you think, peeps!
I don't own HA! Or any of it's affiliates. I do own this story!
Chapter One No Ordinary Day
" Pheebs, glad I caught you at home, I need you to do me a favor," barked Helga into her dad's cell phone as she walked briskly towards the bus stop. " I am having a caffeine fit here, could you pick me up an iced yahoo cappuccino on the way to the bus? I'd do it myself, but as usual, Miriam has made me late, and you live a lot closer to Slausen's then I do," Helga pleaded as she rubbed her temples lightly.
" Picking up!" Phoebe chirped back, and the phone clicked on both ends. Helga folded up the cell phone and stuck it in her backpack once more. She still liked to think of herself as the terror of P.S. 118, but getting older had softened her a bit. Actually, she was only nicer to Phoebe and Gerald, and the latter was only because he was dating her best friend. Arnold was still "football head," but with less and less incident of confrontation on her part.
She hated to admit it, but sixth grade agreed with her. The mono brow was history, albeit a painful memory from a game of truth or dare gone awry. Once they get singed off, they don't tend to grow back as thick or full. Hence the free "separation", as she called it . Harold and his moronic taunting. Oh well, it had created a softening affect over all once they grew in a little.
Her hair was cut to shoulders, in wispy layers, but was definitely no nonsense in style. The sheer pale blonde was her one great feature, thanks in great part to her Swedish heritage. The Nordic ice blue eyes of her Viking ancestors stared out at the graying sky as she picked up her pace. Far from being ugly, but still a rather unique beauty, Helga was still very standoffish in relationship type situations. Only one guy had ever been brave enough to ask her out since the fourth grade, and once his jaw was unwired, he never mentioned a word to her about it again.
Helga saw the bus lumbering around the corner in the distance, and the first frigid rain drops of the cold autumn morning began to fall tenatively.
""Crimeny, could I be any later?!"
She quickened her pace, and after bolting the last few yards, she just reached her stop before the doors opened.
" Running late again, missy?" the crusty old driver shot, his face in a mock smile.
" Whatever," Helga muttered, holding up her bus pass and making her way down the aisle.
Phoebe sat near the back, a neat white paper cup clutched in her tiny hands. " Good morning, Helga," Phoebe smiled, knowing from experience not to use Japanese on mornings like this.
" Thanks, Pheebs," Helga smiled warily, dropping a handful of coins into Phoebe's available hand as she grabbed the ice cold drink out of the other one. She took a long, appreciative draught off the beverage immediately.
" That's more like it," Helga sighed, rubbing her fingertips over her furrowed brow once more. " I don't think I would be fit for human contact without caffeine," she closed her eyes in relief.
" Perhaps I could start calling you in the morning when mother wakes me, then you wouldn't be delayed as often in your morning routine," Phoebe quipped helpfully. Her short dark hair was razored to hang in light, feathery layers. Her almond shaped eyes shone behind her small wire frames.
" No can do, Bob gets irate if the phone rings before eight a.m.," Helga muttered, digging in her pockets for a breath mint. Locating the green mint, she popped it into her mouth eagerly.
The bus screeched to a halt once more in front of the familiar, red brick boarding house. Helga held her breath involuntarily, keeping her eyes downcast. She heard his footsteps, smelled his warm, clean scent as he passed by her seat. Her insides went all hot and gushy, her sweaty hands clasping a hidden locket that lay tucked between her breast bone and her heart.
Arnold, bane of my existence, keeper of my heart. Each day you pass by me, so sweet, so genteel, so...unavailable! Why do you still pine after a memory? Why not me? I'm not so bad...anymore, that is.
" Helga? You in there?" Arnold leaned over his seat, his face inches from her shoulder.
" Huh? Oh, you talking to me, hair boy?" Helga shot back, but with only about a tenth of the old Pataki venom.
" Yeah, did you get that last Algebra problem on page 64? It was a tricky one," Arnold didn't even acknowledge the foul nicknames anymore. It was more like affection in his eyes, and she wasn't so bad anymore.
" It's x=7a," Helga thumbed through her book, mentally whipping through the problem. Like every other subject, math was no problem at all for her. Arnold, however, was a bit hopeless in that department still.
" Thanks, I did do it wrong," Arnold rubbed quickly at his homework paper with his eraser, changing the answer in one fast motion. " You'll have to explain that one to me after class sometime," he winked with a lopsided grin.
Helga's face flushed beet red, but she shook it off. Was he..flirting with her?
" In your dreams, Einstien," Helga hissed, facing forward so as to avoid further eye contact or conversation.
" Whatever you say, Helga," Arnold muttered, sitting back down..
Can't she lighten up for one stinkin' day? Be the real Helga I know she's hiding? Heck, I could almost like her if she just tried a little harder. If only she acted more like-
...Li-la..Why does he even THINK she'll ever notice him again? Ever since she's been going out with the new kid, Barnie, she never looked twice at him, even as a friend! If only he could spend one day -
..in MY tortured soul, see what she puts me through day after day, night after night. I would like to be her friend, spend real time with her that's not filled with-
..Torment! Sometimes he acts extra nice, like he likes me likes me, then it's like-
...she totally changes into some other person! I wish-
...he could spend-
...24 hours-
...in MY shoes!
A quick crack of lightning, brighter than midday filled the severe dark sky. Rain pelted the bus windows, the heavens opened up upon them
And then Arnold felt it...
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Well that's it for now, I know it's short, but I want to get into the good stuff next chapter! Let me know if you get the basic idea. Hope the POV jumping didn't confuse anyone. R/R please!
I don't own HA! Or any of it's affiliates. I do own this story!
Chapter One No Ordinary Day
" Pheebs, glad I caught you at home, I need you to do me a favor," barked Helga into her dad's cell phone as she walked briskly towards the bus stop. " I am having a caffeine fit here, could you pick me up an iced yahoo cappuccino on the way to the bus? I'd do it myself, but as usual, Miriam has made me late, and you live a lot closer to Slausen's then I do," Helga pleaded as she rubbed her temples lightly.
" Picking up!" Phoebe chirped back, and the phone clicked on both ends. Helga folded up the cell phone and stuck it in her backpack once more. She still liked to think of herself as the terror of P.S. 118, but getting older had softened her a bit. Actually, she was only nicer to Phoebe and Gerald, and the latter was only because he was dating her best friend. Arnold was still "football head," but with less and less incident of confrontation on her part.
She hated to admit it, but sixth grade agreed with her. The mono brow was history, albeit a painful memory from a game of truth or dare gone awry. Once they get singed off, they don't tend to grow back as thick or full. Hence the free "separation", as she called it . Harold and his moronic taunting. Oh well, it had created a softening affect over all once they grew in a little.
Her hair was cut to shoulders, in wispy layers, but was definitely no nonsense in style. The sheer pale blonde was her one great feature, thanks in great part to her Swedish heritage. The Nordic ice blue eyes of her Viking ancestors stared out at the graying sky as she picked up her pace. Far from being ugly, but still a rather unique beauty, Helga was still very standoffish in relationship type situations. Only one guy had ever been brave enough to ask her out since the fourth grade, and once his jaw was unwired, he never mentioned a word to her about it again.
Helga saw the bus lumbering around the corner in the distance, and the first frigid rain drops of the cold autumn morning began to fall tenatively.
""Crimeny, could I be any later?!"
She quickened her pace, and after bolting the last few yards, she just reached her stop before the doors opened.
" Running late again, missy?" the crusty old driver shot, his face in a mock smile.
" Whatever," Helga muttered, holding up her bus pass and making her way down the aisle.
Phoebe sat near the back, a neat white paper cup clutched in her tiny hands. " Good morning, Helga," Phoebe smiled, knowing from experience not to use Japanese on mornings like this.
" Thanks, Pheebs," Helga smiled warily, dropping a handful of coins into Phoebe's available hand as she grabbed the ice cold drink out of the other one. She took a long, appreciative draught off the beverage immediately.
" That's more like it," Helga sighed, rubbing her fingertips over her furrowed brow once more. " I don't think I would be fit for human contact without caffeine," she closed her eyes in relief.
" Perhaps I could start calling you in the morning when mother wakes me, then you wouldn't be delayed as often in your morning routine," Phoebe quipped helpfully. Her short dark hair was razored to hang in light, feathery layers. Her almond shaped eyes shone behind her small wire frames.
" No can do, Bob gets irate if the phone rings before eight a.m.," Helga muttered, digging in her pockets for a breath mint. Locating the green mint, she popped it into her mouth eagerly.
The bus screeched to a halt once more in front of the familiar, red brick boarding house. Helga held her breath involuntarily, keeping her eyes downcast. She heard his footsteps, smelled his warm, clean scent as he passed by her seat. Her insides went all hot and gushy, her sweaty hands clasping a hidden locket that lay tucked between her breast bone and her heart.
Arnold, bane of my existence, keeper of my heart. Each day you pass by me, so sweet, so genteel, so...unavailable! Why do you still pine after a memory? Why not me? I'm not so bad...anymore, that is.
" Helga? You in there?" Arnold leaned over his seat, his face inches from her shoulder.
" Huh? Oh, you talking to me, hair boy?" Helga shot back, but with only about a tenth of the old Pataki venom.
" Yeah, did you get that last Algebra problem on page 64? It was a tricky one," Arnold didn't even acknowledge the foul nicknames anymore. It was more like affection in his eyes, and she wasn't so bad anymore.
" It's x=7a," Helga thumbed through her book, mentally whipping through the problem. Like every other subject, math was no problem at all for her. Arnold, however, was a bit hopeless in that department still.
" Thanks, I did do it wrong," Arnold rubbed quickly at his homework paper with his eraser, changing the answer in one fast motion. " You'll have to explain that one to me after class sometime," he winked with a lopsided grin.
Helga's face flushed beet red, but she shook it off. Was he..flirting with her?
" In your dreams, Einstien," Helga hissed, facing forward so as to avoid further eye contact or conversation.
" Whatever you say, Helga," Arnold muttered, sitting back down..
Can't she lighten up for one stinkin' day? Be the real Helga I know she's hiding? Heck, I could almost like her if she just tried a little harder. If only she acted more like-
...Li-la..Why does he even THINK she'll ever notice him again? Ever since she's been going out with the new kid, Barnie, she never looked twice at him, even as a friend! If only he could spend one day -
..in MY tortured soul, see what she puts me through day after day, night after night. I would like to be her friend, spend real time with her that's not filled with-
..Torment! Sometimes he acts extra nice, like he likes me likes me, then it's like-
...she totally changes into some other person! I wish-
...he could spend-
...24 hours-
...in MY shoes!
A quick crack of lightning, brighter than midday filled the severe dark sky. Rain pelted the bus windows, the heavens opened up upon them
And then Arnold felt it...
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Well that's it for now, I know it's short, but I want to get into the good stuff next chapter! Let me know if you get the basic idea. Hope the POV jumping didn't confuse anyone. R/R please!