Arnold rubbed his head, for the past hour he sat there in his bed. He was loosing on his grip on reality, spinning in his personal hell. Even with the outer body experience and meeting his inner demon, the young blonde was not ready to admit of what was really happening. It was only a nightmare, there is no such thing as 'Dark Arnold'. Maybe he ate raspberries by mistake and all of these horrible hallucinations are the side effects. Or it could be that he watched one too many horror movies and he just needs to stop for a while.

But even if this IS real, why would this doppelgänger appear now? What made yesterday so special? It didn't make sense; it has to be fake somehow. If the blood colored kid was suppose to be Arnold's anger or desire he would have came out a lot sooner. Yeah…that's it, yesterday didn't happen. It was all just a bad dream.

Several weeks as past since that day; the hazy filled summer days are switching to colder breezes mixed with yellow, red, and brown leaves. Arnold hasn't seen his doppelganger in a while- but that doesn't mean he isn't there. That monster will always be there, always watching, always clawing, always-

"Hey Arnold!"

"Huh!?" Arnold jumped in his seat and glanced at his friend Gerald.

"Hey man, it's time to get off the bus. I mean as much as I would love to skip school and sit here all day, we need to go." Gerald replied.

"Oh…ah yeah, sorry." the blonde breathed out and dragged himself from his place near the bus window. As the two boys stepped off the vehicle Gerald looked over his friend and sighed. Lately Arnold has been getting worse and it was really worrying the young African American.

"Hey Arnold, are you ok? Do you need to spend the day in the nurse's office again?" he asked. Arnold shook his head.

"No, I'm fine." Arnold stated, ending the conversation and left them both in an awkward silence. Gerald didn't feel that Arnold was fine but there wasn't much more he could do. If Arnold doesn't open up and say what's wrong, then all Gerald can do is watch and standby.

They calmly walked to their first and only period together, French 1. Arnold took a seat in the back, trying to distance himself from the rest of the class.

"Oh~ you're in a grumpy mood. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"

Arnold stiffen, he slowly turned his head- praying to god it isn't who he thought it was. But his prayers were only heard by deaf ears.

"Trying to ignore me again? Is that it~?" the blood colored doppelgänger grinned. He was sitting in the desk besides Arnold, both hands resting under his chin as he leaned forward.

"This is not real; it's all in your head. There is no such thing as a doppelgänger, it's only a hallucination." Arnold chanted again and again.

"Keep talking like that and you'll end up crazy~." the doppelgänger points before laughing. "Well I guess that doesn't matter, talking to yourself or not you're already losing you sanity. It's so funny seeing you squirm and pulling your hair out."

"This is not real; it's all in your head. There is no such thing as a doppelgänger, it's only a hallucination." Arnold replied.

Gerald glanced at his friend, it seams it's going to be another one of those days where Arnold closes himself from everyone. Gerald could see Arnold muttering to himself but his voice was so faint he couldn't hear it. Well, what ever Arnold was jabbering about Gerald was sure it wasn't that important- and even if it was Arnold would tell him…right?

The bell ring for lunch time but Arnold wasn't in the mood to eat, he decided the library would be a safe choice. Most people don't go there, so it's a nice place to be alone. When he entered the room the young blonde met with a rare sight. Helga was there but she was sleeping at one of the tables. She was using one of her arms as a pillow, silently breathing in and out.

It was…strange. This was his bully ever since preschool and he shouldn't be saying this but there was something about her that looked radiant. Maybe it was the way light through the window hit her or the fact she hasn't called him 'football head' yet. Arnold was about to wake her up but stopped his hand and inch from her shoulder. He wasn't sure why but he felt like waiting a bit longer before waking her up.

The blonde boy took a seat next to her and laid his chin on his arms. She looks kind of pretty and it's nice to be next to her without her yelling or pulling mean pranks on him. The longer he stared at her the more this light and fluffy feeling grew inside of him, he won't give this feeling a name yet but he does like it. It's much better then what he's usually feeling. Actually now that he thinks about it being near Helga calms him down, as if she was a security blanket.

Slowly Arnold reached up to hold a lock of Helga's hair. He hesitated and almost pulled his arm back but he took hold of it. Her hair was really soft and such a pretty golden color. It even smelled nice…Wait smell nice!?

Arnold sat up quickly and dropped her hair. A deep blush covered his face. He had no idea how close he moved himself to Helga. It just felt…natural, like he was supposed to be by her side. He looked around himself and found that the library was barren with an exception of the two blondes. Then he glanced at Helga again. She was still a sleep.

Arnold held the clothing hover his heart. An idea flashed in his mind, which only made his blush intensify. A small voice spoke in his mind.

"Do it, it's ok. She likes you so there's nothing wrong with it." it sang. Arnold slowly leaned in and placed a hand on her hand. He took another look around to make sure no one else was there before going back to Helga. Arnold took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he felt their noses touching his hart skipped a beat, it was only one centimeter until…

"Helga, are you here? It's lunch time!" Helga's friend phoebe called out as she stepped inside the room. She found her friend sleeping at one of the tables with Arnold sitting by her with his back as straight as possible; he looked stiff as a board. Helga yawned and slowly sat up, Arnold took this time to stand up and quickly walk out of the room without saying anything. It was a little off but Phoebe didn't pay too much attention to it.

"Yeah I'm hear Phoebe. What's for lunch?" she asked.

"Oh they're serving sloppy joes today." Phoebe answered.

"Awesome, lets go before porker eats it all." she stated, referring to Harold. Before they left the library Phoebe stopped in mid step.

"Hey Helga, why was Arnold at the library?" Phoebe asked.

"He was here?" Helga lifted an eyebrow. Phoebe stared at her for a bit before shaking her head and smiled.

"Never mind, I probably saw someone else."

Author's note:

Man it's been a while but I'm glad there's so many of you that likes this story. I will try to finish this this so don't worry~ :3