Summary: What if Helga was getting tired of her obsession with Arnold? What if she wanted to keep her love for Arnold, but direct her obsessive energy into something else?... now Helga battles to keep her new hobby a secret. But can she from her friends? Or the one she loves?...
Disclaimer = none sued happy me! I don't own the characters of Hey Arnold!... but I do own the story line! That's gotta be worth something. ;)
Okay. This is my first Hey Arnold Fanfic, so please have mercy. lol It's my second fanfic all in all. I'm kinda having a writers block on the other one, so I've decided to work on this. Reviews are welcomed. There's always room for improvement. Also, if you have any ideas or constructive criticism, then please by all means tell me. My goal is to entertain you, the reader. Okay on with the story! Hope you all enjoy!
Overwhelming Obsessions
Chapter one: Advice
Although being in highschool, Helga G. Pataki hadn't changed much. At the age of 16, she still had the tomboy look. She wore simple form fitting jeans and sneakers with and easy going pink cotton tank top. Instead of pigtails, she let her hair cascade down to the middle of her back. Her body had filled in just the right places to where despite being a tomboy, it was obvious she was still very feminine.
But she was still the same inside. No matter how much she changed over time. Her love for Arnold had only grew. 'I don't know what I'm gonna do. Some how I need to stop my obsession with Arn... uhh... ice cream,' she thought as she viewed her closed. 'Otherwise I'll get fat,' she thought giving a deadpanned look. It was cluttered with her poetry books of love and her overwhelming shrine of her beloved Arnold. 'I seriously need to get over this. But how can I?' Helga sighed as she started to throw away her life size Arnold shrine. "I could keep these," she said grabbing her candles. "And as for these," she said as she grabbed hold of her one of many poetry books, "I'll keep these packed away." So, Helga began her new life... well, sort of.
Later that week
"Why Helga! What a lovely surprise! I haven't seen you in ages! Oh, my! Is Olga back again?" Dr. Bliss asked concerned.
"No... no. I uhh... need some advice..." Helga said hesitantly. Dr. Bliss hadn't changed much over the years, with the exception of a wrinkle or two to add onto her optimistic face. Her and Helga still talked every once in a while. Mainly whenever Helga was hell bent on strangling Olga. But their relationship grew into more of a mother daughter one. Dr. Bliss knowing Helga was very lacking in that area, she unconsciously took Helga under her wing.
"Well I was about to go to lunch. I would very much enjoy it if you joined me," she asked Helga. Seeing her about to retort on how she couldn't tell her what to do, Dr. Bliss spoke up. "That is, if you want to."
Dr. Bliss knew which buttons to push to get Helga to understand. Helga was always a defensive girl, afraid to have someone get close to her. And even as the years wore her down, she still had that brick wall you had to work at in order to get through.
Helga's retort died in her mouth as she shrugged an okay.
"Why do you always take me to these weird places?" Helga asked a little annoyed, yet happy she goes to places like this with Dr. Bliss.
The café was full of color. Vibrant and beautiful. Ethnic, with latin music coming from a stage towards the back of the café. Out of all the places she's gone with the Dr. she's never seen anything so beautiful in her life. It was like her emotions were everywhere. She could relate to everything and anything. The colors spoke volumes of emotions hidden deep within her. Of coarse, she couldn't let the Dr. know that. So with a scowl she took a seat across form her.
"Oh come on Helga! I know you enjoy coming to places like this. Ever since I met you, I knew you were one to broaden their views. But you were just so trapped in one place and your stubbornness took over your opinions. I knew you needed someone to push you out of your box and I had just happened to be that person." Dr. Bliss smiled toward Helga. "Culture, Helga, has helped you along. Whether you know it or not. I bet it's even effected your writing," Dr. Bliss suggested happily.
Helga let out a soft laugh, but said nothing on the subject.
'Good. She's relaxed now,' the Dr. thought.
"Okay. So... now that we're here what did you want to talk about?
Helga explained to her, her problem.
"Helga. You're so passionate for the things you love. That being mainly Arnold. Maybe if you took up another hobby you can even out that energy."
"Even out my energy? You mean I don't have to give up my undying love for the football head?
"No, of coarse not!" Dr. Bliss exclaimed with at light laugh. "In all honesty it sounds like you have time to spend and you do it the only way you know how. Maybe if you add more things to your schedule to keep you occupied, then you might see a difference." She stopped to take a dip from her drink. "But seeing how this is you were talking about," she winked at Helga, making her blush in embarrassment. "I say take your passion and drive it into something else," she finished.
"But I don't know what to do!" Helga exclaimed frustrated.
"Well you're an artist of literature, am I right?" She got no response. 'I'll take that as a yes.' "So if you're an artist find a new art. Like this." She brought her hands up meaning the café. "This is a passion of your. This culture! I saw your eyes light up the minute we walked in!"
Helga sighed. "But what am I suppose to do with all of this?" She brought her hands up in a mocking way to her surroundings.
Dr. Bliss looked around thinking. She then saw the wooden stage in the back of the café where the music was coming from. There were men with guitars and a woman dancing and singing to the music in Spanish. She could tell right away it was a flamenco group. She then got up and started walking toward them.
"Hey....uhhh... hey wait! Where are you going?!" Helga asked surprised at the Dr.'s actions.
She then saw the Dr. point down to something she picked up, and talked with some of the group that were on the side for a while. Then she pointed toward Helga and then stared walking back to their table.
"Okay Helga. This is what you're gonna do. You're gonna come here every day and get dancing lessons," the Dr. stated matter-of-factly.
All Helga could do was stare as if she'd grown a second head, then let out a scream of "WHAT?!"
"That's right. You heard me. You're going to be taking dancing lessons. From 12pm to 3pm. Then you're going to be working here from 3pm to 9pm."
"Crimany! You expect me to just drop everything and do as you say?! Let's get a cupple things straight. One, I don't dance. Never have, never will. Two, how would I be able to do this when I have school on Monday? I mean, that would give me what? One day if I even considered it! And three, how am I gonna pay for these so called 'lessons'?"
"Have you ever tried to dance like this Helga? This is Latin dancing. It's exhilarating and full of so many emotions Helga! Oh! You could go so far with this, I just know it! As for the schedule, you'd come on Sundays with that. And on weekdays you'd come after school to work here till your lessons from 6 to 10pm. It's perfect. You'd be paying with the job you have here and have some extra money, since I always hear you complain about you not having any. Besides what have you got to lose?" Dr. Bliss asked knowing her unspoken answer. 'Nothing' they both thought at the same time. 'Now all she needed to do was give Helga that final push to seal the deal,' she thought as she looked at Helga's hesitant expression. "Since when have you become so afraid to try new things Helga?" 'Yup. That did it,' she thought.
"I'm not AFRAID! I'll do it! I'll show you that Helga G. Pataki isn't afraid of anything!" Helga exclaimed as her pride grew bigger.
"Okay then. It's settled. You start your lessons tomorrow. Now that we've gotten that settled, let's order lunch," Dr. Bliss said with a concurring smile.
As soon as Helga saw that smile, she knew what had happened. 'Helga ol' girl what have you gotten yourself into?' she thought groaning in defeat. But she still couldn't help the small smile that made its way to her face, nor the unconscious thought, 'this is going to be very interesting...'
End Chapter one...
Okay. So what did you guys think? Interesting huh? I know it's kinda hard for someone to picture Helga dancing... especially Latin dancing much like flamenco or salsa or the tango. I don't find it hard to imagine for some reason though. Lol. If you're having a problem with the thought try and remember the episode when Arnold and the gang go and see the opera Carmen and Helga dreams Arnolds fighting Curly over her. Lol. I love that episode! Well any way... I hope you guys enjoy this. I love ideas! Send me ideas! Please! Lol Also in this chapter there was a lot of just Dr. Bliss talking. I'm sry about that. For a reference this story is going to be about Helga if you couldn't already figure that out. I just find it easier to write about Helga's changes through someone else's view. So if I don't Helga with much explanation or dialogue it's because she's being explained threw someone else or something of the sort. Also does anyone know Helga's middle name? I see it around, but I don't know if people got it from an episode or if someone just made it up and everyone started using it. So if you could help me with that, that'd be wonderful! Oh and if anyone knows Helga's nationality. I always thought she was European, but hey, that's just my opinion. But I'd love to know yours. Like my story. Hate my story. Tell me. Until next time.
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