Chapter 2

["Tim... I want you back. Will you be my boyfriend again?"]

His body froze in place. Helga had just took his breath away in the wind. He thought that she fell for Arnold, not for him. Now he knew how wrong he was. It allowed him to ponder his answer for a minute. Saying nothing. Helga spoke his name again, causing more butterflies to form in his stomach. She looked so worried, looking as if he were brain dead for a second.

"Tim?! Are you dead?! Oh no! I've killed the guy just by saying it! Aw man, where do I bury him?" She threw her arms up in the air.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed her wrist, lowering her arm down slowly. He narrowed his eyes at her. "Helga. I'm NOT dead. Chill out dude...jeez."

"You must think I'm a real freak, huh?"

She said in a gloomy mood.

"Oh, no way, I was just surprised at the moment."

"Yeah, surprised...surprised that a freakish girl like me, could ask someone as handsome as you to be my boyfriend again." She said while laughing nervously.

Tim rolled his eyes and huffed. "Give me your hand."

Helga hesitantly held out her right hand. Tim put his left hand in hers. Then, as if the end of a handshake, instead of pulling her in while patting her on the back with his free hand as if to hug her, he quickly pulled her in for a quick kiss. Helga swooned at his quick action.

"Yes. I'll be your boyfriend again."

Helga hugged him again, remembering to be gentle.

Helga walked down the street with Tim to Mighty Pete.

"Okay this may sound completely dumb, but...I want to recreate something we both used to do when we were kids."

Tim blushed and laughed, knowing what she wanted. "This may sound dumber, but I guess I'll do it as well."

Helga grinned. "Well then! Ready...set...go!"

They both took their phones out of their pockets, and started dialing each other's numbers. Then, they both answered at the same time.

"Hey boyfriend!" Helga said with excitement.

"Wassup girlfriend!" He said while smirking.

They both giggled and hung up their phones, putting them away.

Helga smiled at him. "I'm glad you're with me Tim. I've never said these words much to anyone but...I...I...-"

He leans in and gives her a peck on the cheek. "I love you Helga."

She swooned again, and touches her cheek where he just kissed her.

"Aww...I love you too Tim." Her voice echos.

Arnold jumps out of his bed freaking out, running straight to his bedroom door. He is about to open it, when Gerald walks in opening it, holding two ice cream cones.

"Woah dude slow down! You were sound asleep just a few minutes ago. And you almost made me drop our ice cream! What gives?"

Arnold opens his eyes wide, feeling embarrassed that his best friend saw him. He didn't respond, just put his arms over his face, and blushed madly.

"Arnold, you look a lot more jumpy than usual. May I ask what's up?"

He sighed, giving up. "I don't know what just happened...I-I was sleeping, and then all of a sudden, my body felt like it was being held down and electrocuted in my own bed. So...I panicked, and ran for the door. That was the second most scariest thing I've ever been through in my whole life."

"Really? Wait...what's the first then?"

Arnold sighed and looked out of his window.

"Meeting this one guy who was pure evil. His parents were cool, but he...wasn't."

"What's his name?"

"It was like Tom or...something like that. The point is, he was extremely jealous of my family. And...I'm the only one, who knows about it. But, it's impossible for him and I to meet again because he lives far away from here. He wanted my life. But I kept trying to break it to him that my life isn't perfect, but he wouldn't listen. So one day, he became insane, and we both fought each other on the baseball field. He tried to kill me!"

Gerald perked up. "Ooh! Who won?:

Arnold looked up at him slowly with an 'really?' face expression.

"Me! But...barely. The guy is more insane than Helga."

"That's really awful man. But don't worry, he's far away, like you said. There's no way he's going to show his face AGAIN in Hillwood. Because he'd be making the wrong choice." He patted his best friend on the back.

"I'm glad he's making the right one, which is staying far away." Arnold smiled to himself.

Gerald laughed and clinked his ice cream cone to his bestfriend's. "You said it buddy."

A bowl of tapioca pudding crashes in the cafeteria.

"AH!"

Helga jumps onto a table.

"Arnold! Look what you did! You messed up my new sneakers! And why did you shout?You scared the heck out of me!"

Arnold swallowed hard. "I-I uh...s-sorry H-Helga, I just...let me clean up this mess for you, so you don't have to pound me for it later!" He got down on his knees, but Helga jumped off the table to stop him.

Helga put a hand on his shoulder, and stood him up. Arnold's eyes became wide in fear. He swore she would hit him on the spot when she...

"No. Arnold..." She sighed and looked down at the ground. "How about...you can buy me some new sneakers with my money, and I'll clean up the mess in the cafeteria."

Arnold raised his eyebrows. "Why? It was honestly my fault. Shouldn't I do both-"

"Not another word Arnold." She said covering his mouth with her hand. "Just let me be a generous person for once, or I'll change my mind about it. Deal?"

Arnold sighed. "It doesn't seem that fair but...deal..."

She smiled at him. "Good. Now were even. Glad to see were on the same page Arnold. Let me get to cleaning, and I'll get you another tapioca pudding."

Arnold shrugged and sat down at his table with the rest of his friends. About a minute later, Helga gives Arnold a new tapioca pudding, and walks off again to clean up the mess.

Phoebe munched on a carrot. "Gosh Arnold, what was that colloquy about? Or in amother term, discussion."

"Oh...uh...nothing. I just saw...n-nevermind. I guess I must be seeing things."

Phoebe pressed on. "Well, what exactly did you see Arnold?"

"Just this..."

He sees a guy kneel next to Helga to help her clean. Of course, his own thoughts went to 'That should've been me helping her to clean. Not...wait...'

The guy stands up with Helga and smiles at her, then walks with her over to a nearby trashcan to throw the trash away. Arnold watches him and Helga sit down at another table while chatting.

Gerald snaps him out of his trance.

"Hey! Hello? EARTH to Arnold!"

"Oh, sorry, what was I saying?"

Phoebe sighed. "You were talking about what made you drop your tapioca pudding, remember?"

"Oh right. So, it was this one guy I remember way back to when I was about 5. He looked just like him, that's all."

"That's very...interesting. Hmm...Does he frighten you occasionally?"

"No. He frightens me ALL the time. I couldn't bare being in the same room as him. EVER. Just...don't tell anyone else okay Phoebe?"

"I promise Arnold."

"Oh!... and Phoebe?" He looks at her again.

"Yes Arnold?"

"Can you promise me another thing?"

"Sure Arnold. What is it?"

"Don't. Tell. Helga."

Phoebe winked. "Gotcha."

Helga came over to their table and leaned over her bestfriend Phoebe.

"Don't tell me about what?" She asked curiously.

Arnold gasped. "Helga!"

"Okay...what's with him today? He's acting like his Grandpa when he eats too many burritos for breakfast."

Gerald shrugged. "I know nothing! Uh, I like rollercoasters!"

Helga raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Arnold blushed madly. "Uh.

Never eat raspberries!"

He bolted away from the table grabbing Phoebe and Gerald along with him.

Helga stood there with her mouth open.

"What's up with them?"

End of 2nd Chapter.