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Chapter 2

"Well it looks like we have one more room to go" Arnold said as he opened the door.

They both slowly entered the pink room. They cautiously looked around taking the scene around them. Arnold noticed a gold shaped heart necklace face down on a table. He picked it up and turned it over. His eyes widened as a picture of himself smiled back at him.

"Gerald... take a look at this, am I seeing things?"

"Oh man, I wish you were, it's you in this thing. Why would she have a picture of you in this locket?"

"I don't know, but I've seen it before. I remember Abner bringing it home, me and my grandpa tried opening it in the basement. Once we did, the lights went out and when I turned the lights back on, it was gone. This must be Helga's."

Arnold fumbled with the locket trying to open it. Once he did, he read it aloud.

"What the... 'Arnold, my soul, you are always in my heart. Love, Helga G. Pataki'. Oh man Gerald, what do I do?"

"I'll tell you one thing, move out of Hillwood, this girl is insane! Helga G. Pataki in love with you? Now I've seen everything."

"Gerald, I'm serious, this is creepy."

"Tell me about it, let's find that hat of yours and get the heck out of here!"

Arnold put the locket back down on the table while Gerald looked under the bed. He saw something red and grabbed it.

"Hey Arnold, take a look at this."

"What is it?"

"A red shoe."

Arnold grabbed the shoe and looked at it, he put on the bed before doing a double take. He grabbed the shoe again and realized it looked very similar to the one he has at home.

"Cecile... this is Cecile's shoe."

"Who's Cecile?"

"Gerald, don't you remember on Valentine's Day? Cecile, my date at Chez Paris."

"Oh right, why would Helga ha... oh man Arnold, I think Helga was Cecile!"

"Gerald, why would Helga dress up as Cecile to go out with me?"

"The locket man, I think this girl picks on you the most because she is in love with you. In love!"

"Oh man, this is getting weirder by the second."

Arnold put the shoe back down to the floor. He went to her dresser and opened it up. He saw her daily clothes and some dresses. He looked around but couldn't find the hat. Gerald decided to go to her closet. He opened up the door and turned on the lights. He pushed the clothes aside and he saw something that made him faint with a crash. Arnold rushed over to see Gerald passed out on the floor.

"Gerald, wake up! Gerald!" Arnold shook Gerald. Gerald slowly opened his eyes.

"Ar..Arnold.. my man.. look in that closet and tell me if I was seeing things..."

Arnold let go of Gerald and walked over him to look inside the closet. His eyes bulged out to the size of dinner plates. He slowly crawled his way toward the statue that resembled him. He looked around the closet walls and saw pictures of himself. He looked at the shrine and at the objects that were next to it. Used gum, half eaten sandwiches in air tight bags and unfinished drinks. He looked to his right and then behind and saw boxes. He opened one of the boxes and saw pink books. Arnold took a book and opened it. Inside were lines of poems and football shaped drawings. All of the stuff he was looking at overwhelmed him and he fainted.

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A few minutes later, Arnold regained his conscious. He looked back at the shrine. He didn't even notice the first time that his hat was on top of the shrine. He slowly reached his hand to grab his hat. He put his hat where it belonged. Slowly, Arnold got up and left the closet, closing the door behind him. Arnold walked over to Helga's bed at sat down, thinking long and hard about his life. Why does Helga have pictures of me? Why does she have a locket with a picture of me? Why does she have poems about me? Why does she have a shrine that looks like me? Why was she Cecile?! Why?

Gerald slowly got up and walked over to Arnold and sat next to him.

"Arnold my man, you have a problem."

"A problem? I have a big problem! I don't know what to think of this! This is too much for me. Why would Helga have all of this stuff dedicated to me?"

"Like I said, she is insane Arnold. Trust me."

"Gerald, she is not insane... she is just... ok... maybe she is insane. I don't know what to do from here."

"I don't know either my man... hey, you know what would be funny to get back at Helga? Let's take everything she has of you and take it to your house" Gerald chuckled.

"Gerald, that's stealing, I'm not going to take Helga's personal stuff." Arnold scowled.

"Arnold, are you forgetting something? This girl has tortured you throughout your life since you two met. I think she deserves this for putting you through this much trouble."

"I don't know Gerald, it doesn't seem right."

"Come on man, what's the worse that could happen?"

"I guess your right Gerald, let's take all of her stuff about me and take it to my house for a few days. Then we could bring it back when she is not here."

"Now your talking."

Arnold and Gerald both got up and went to Helga's closet. They opened the door and went inside. Each took one box out and put on Helga's bed. They went back inside the closet and took the shrine and put in an empty box. They took down all of the pictures of Arnold and took his leftover food, drinks and used gum and put it inside the box with the shrine. Gerald took the box out and Arnold closed the door, leaving an empty closet of just clothes.

"Alright, closet is done, I hope I never have to be in Helga's room again. I'm going to have nightmares" Gerald said while shuddering.

Arnold grabbed the shoe off the bed and put it inside on the boxes, he also took the locket and placed it inside his pocket.

"Alright Gerald, we got everything, lets get out of here."

"Right behind you."

Luckily for them, no one was home yet. Slowly and surely, both left Helga's room closing the door behind them with boxes in hand. They made their way downstairs and to the front door. Arnold fumbled with the front door and finally opened it. They slowly made their way outside of the Pataki stoop. Arnold set the boxes down before going back inside to retrieve the key. Instead of putting the key back where he found it, he pocketed it since he would have to bring Helga's stuff back. Arnold closed the front door behind him and locked it. He picked up the two boxes while Gerald had one. They both started their walk towards Arnold's house.

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Meanwhile at Phoebe's house...

"Well Pheebs, this project is going better than I expected" Helga said with a smile.

"Certainly, we should definitely get an A for this!"

"You got it sister."

Phoebe and Helga were working on their science project of the solar system. It had a styrofoam ball replicated as the sun with sticks at certain lengths with smaller styrofoam balls at the ends of each stick to replicate planets. Each ball was colored to what each planet looked like. It was nearing 7p.m. for Helga and she needed to get home.

"Okay Pheebs, I'm gonna get going. I'm getting tired" Helga yawned.

"Alright Helga, see you tomorrow! Goodnight!"

"Goodnight Pheebs."

Helga made her way out of Phoebe's room and down the hallway to the front door. Helga opened the door and went outside and closed the door behind her. She walked down the steps and headed toward her house. Once Helga arrived at her house, she tried to open the door, but it was locked. Huh, Bob and Miriam are probably out eating or something. Oh well, at least I have my hidden key. Helga looked to where her hidden key would be, which is under a rock, but the rock wasn't there, or the key. Strange, the key isn't here, maybe they found it and took it. Helga just decided to climb the tree to her room. She reached up and grabbed a branch pulling herself up and sitting down on a different branch. She climbed her way from branch to branch before reaching her window. She always left her window unlocked just in case. She pushed up to open the window. Slowly, she put one foot inside and then the other and made her way inside her room. She got on her bed and led out a sigh. That was tiring, I need to start climbing trees again. She closed her eyes for a few minutes before getting up again. She wanted to monologue right now. Helga went to her table, but the locket wasn't there. Interesting, my locket isn't there, I thought I put it there. Maybe it fell down behind the table. Helga looked on the floor and back behind the table but the locket wasn't there. She decided to look under the bed and couldn't find it there either.

"Weird, it's no where near the table, huh, oh well, it'll show up somewhere in this room. At least I have my Arnold shrine to swoon over."

Helga walked toward her closet and opened the door...

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A.N: I forgot to mention, this takes place before April Fool's Day, so there is no FTI.