This is my first Hey Arnold fanfiction. It is a songfic based on "Over You" by Paul Rodgers. Please read and review. Any criticism is appreciated, as my writing up to this point has been mediocre at best.
I do not own Hey Arnold.
A swirl of dust…
Then a flash of light.
Arnold rubbed his eyes, not believing what he saw before him. A woman, dancing, not more than ten feet away from him. Her blonde locks cascaded over her shoulders, hiding her face even as they whipped from side to side in the wind. A long pink dress fell past her knees, billowing as her legs spun her around. It was then he noticed they were on a beach.
But there was no sand beneath them. Just dark waves, slowing moving back and forth. It was night. There they were, on the surface of the ocean.
Firelight flickered from far away, bright enough to illuminate both of them. Even in the silence of the night, her hips swayed rhythmically as if following some unheard music. Arnold stared at her, admiring how gracefully she stepped over the waves. Just looking at her made him hear his own music, made his mind fog over and his heart leap out of his chest.
"Excuse me," Arnold said, his voice shaking. The enchantress paid no attention to him and continued to dance over the waves. He tried twice more to get her attention, and twice more he was ignored.
Feeling a rush of courage, he made his way over to her. He reached out and took her hand as she spun around, making her spin closer to him. His nostrils flared as he took in her perfume, a scent as mysterious and intriguing as the woman who wore it.
As they danced closer and closer together, Arnold could feel his heart race even faster, beating so hard against his chest that he felt as though he had forgotten how to breathe. They called out for air, yet he continued to dance, unwilling to let go of this beautiful lady in front of him.
She pressed herself against his body, and he could feel her heart beating in time with his. The two were slowly becoming one as they danced across the water, totally lost in each other.
I'm in love with this woman, Arnold thought, and I don't even know her name.
Slowly he lifted his hand from her hip and moved to brush her hair aside, if only to glimpse her face for a second. When he saw what was hidden underneath…
Arnold's eyes shot open. The dream vanished into the night air, and he was left looking at the popcorn textured drywall of his apartment ceiling. He sat up, his mind racing from what his subconscious had decided to tease him with.
It had been so long since he had seen that face in person, but in his dreams it came in as beautiful and perfect as he could remember.
"I just can't get over you…" Arnold whispered, as he closed his eyes.