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Once the door opened, the first thing Arnold noticed was Helga's eyes. They shone perfectly without any form of makeup on her face. She didn't need it, her eyelashes were long and full and that beautiful, blue color of her eyes, especially when she wore blue, was perfect. That's when he took in her outfit and he continued to be speechless. The way the dress hugged her curves perfectly was astounding and her long legs looked longer with the heels. Arnold was breathless.

"Helllllo, football head." Helga was waving her hands in front of her with a grin on her face, "Gunna come back down to planet earth now so we can go?"

Arnold shook his head, "Ye…yeah, let's go."

Arnold lifted his arm, inviting her to wrap hers around it, as if he was an escort, which she did, and when they got to his car he opened the door for her. She smiled to herself as she got into the car with millions of thoughts running through her mind.

Before he got into the drivers side, he went into the back seat and got something out before walking back around to Helga's side of the car. She looked up to see Arnold standing there smiling and holding something behind his back. "What's with the goofy smile, Arnoldo?"

"I uh…got somethi…..here, these are for you." Arnold answered as he pulled a red bear that said 'Be My Valentine,' and a box of assorted swiss chocolates out from behind his back.

"Wow, thanks, Arnold," Helga said smiling up at him.

"Anything for you, Helga."

Ooooh, she swooned subtly. "So, where are we going anyways, football head?"

"You'll see."

They didn't talk for much of the car ride, but it was only a ten-minute drive to Chez Paris, so there wasn't much time to have a conversation. Upon arriving, Helga noticed where they were. Chez Paris? Why would he take me somewhere so fancy and expensive? It's the same place he took….Cecile? What if he figured out that I was Cecile? No, he probably doesn't know, that was ten years ago and Arnold isn't that much of a critical thinker…Oh, that Valentine's Day, oh it was perfect, aside from the fact that he didn't know it was me…and had another date across the street..Get it together, Helga old girl, this is a different day, he knows it's you and there's no other girl and it's not a date. Remember, Helga, it's not a date…

"Here we are!" Arnold said with a smile, pulling Helga from her thoughts.

"Are you sure?" Helga couldn't stop herself from asking.

"Yeah, why not? Only the best for the best…my best friend," he chuckled nervously.

"Whatever you say, Arnold, but ya know, I don't mind being a cheap date…I mean we can go to McDonald's for all I care."

"I know, Helga, but I wanted to take you here. You deserve a great dinner and I don't know, this may sound weird, but this place kind of makes me think of you," Arnold said, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

"Oh yeah?" Helga raised her eyebrows, "Why is that, Arnoldo?

"No, you'll think it's stupid."

"That's never stopped you from telling me something before," Helga was very curious.

"C'mon, I made reservations, we can talk inside," Arnold interlocked their arms again and escorted her to the entrance of the restaurant.

Once they were seated, Helga began again, "Okay, we're in here, now you can tell me," she smirked.

"Okay, okay. Remember when we were nine and you invited Gerald, Phoebe and me to dinner because you had that gift certificate, but we ended up washing dishes since it was for Chez Pierre, not Chez Paris?"

Helga's face turned beet red, "Oh, you remember that," she chuckled nervously.

"Yeah, you know why?"

"Well, I suppose you're going to tell me," she said with a smile.

"Because, when I saw the way I was able to talk you into doing the right thing of telling the restaurant the truth, I noticed that underneath the toughness everybody saw was someone who was willing to be a better person, but who needed the support of a friend. Oh, and you also looked beautiful that night. I liked the way you had your hair up and your bangs curled," Arnold looked down as another blush filled his face.

"Really, Arnold?" Helga blushed too.

"Yeah, but that isn't the only reason I think of you when I'm here. The other reason is stupid though."

"Hey, you can tell me. It can't be worse than my little restaurant mix-up," she said with a laugh.

"Well, it might be," he laughed.

"C'mon, spill!"

"Okay, well…"

"Hello, my name is Francesco and I will be your waiter this evening, can I start you off with a beverage?" The server stated, interrupting Arnold.

"I'll just have spring water, please," Helga said.

"Make that two," Arnold added.

"Okay, I will be back momentarily," Francesco said before leaving the table.

"Anyways, continue," Helga urged Arnold.

"Okay, well, on Valentine's Day in fourth grade…"

Oh no….Cecile… Helga thought.

"…I asked Ruth McDougal in a Valentine's card to meet me at Chez Pierre for dinner, but I also had a pen pal named Cecile who I was also going to meet for dinner here, at Chez Paris. Well, Ruth thought I was a waiter the whole time, not her date 'Mr. Anonymous,' as she kept saying, and the Cecile who showed up wasn't even my real pen pal, it was just someone who pretended to be her," Arnold explained.

"Yeah? So how does that remind you of me?" Helga asked even though she suspected the answer.

"Well, the girl who pretended to be Cecile…she reminded me of you. She had the same blonde hair as you and wore a pink ribbon that was the same color as yours and her eyes, I was never able to forget them, they were as vibrant and beautiful a blue as yours," Arnold continued.

"Oh, about that…"

"Here are your waters, are you ready to order?" Francesco, the waiter, interrupted again.

"Can we have a few more minutes, please?" Arnold politely asked.

"Yes, take all of the time you need," Francesco said before leaving once more.

"Helga? You were saying?" Arnold asked.

"There's a reason Cecile and I were so similar. I can't tell you why I did it, but it was me. I was the fake Cecile and it was a horrible thing to do and I understand completely if you don't want anything to do with me, because I have had so many chances to tell you and I just didn't…" Helga was so scared of Arnold's reaction to her secret being discovered.

"Helga, it's okay. I knew it was you, well I suspected it was at least. Not back then, but I have spent a lot of time thinking about that girl and all of the pieces fell together. I'm not mad at all, I just didn't want to risk that chance of you not being Cecile and insult you," Arnold explained with a smile.

"Arnold, I'm appalled, were you…taunting me? Tricking me into telling you one of my biggest secrets? I am surprised at you." Helga smirked at him.

"Well, I learned from the best." Arnold answered.

"So, you think my eyes are vibrant and beautiful, huh?" Helga teased.

"Of course, out of the whole conversation that's all you get out of it."

"No, but it's the easiest to pick on you about." She picked up her menu as she said that and began scanning for something to eat as Arnold did the same.

The conversation remained the same throughout the meal. The two laughed and joked the whole time before leaving for the movie at 8:00 p.m. Arnold refused to allow Helga to pay for the meal, not even half of it, as she wanted, but she managed to talk him into letting her buy the popcorn at the movie.

"So, you took my advice and got those swiss chocolates, I see," Helga said when they were in the car on the way to the theater.

"Yeah, I knew you liked them, and I wanted to do something nice for you. You're really a great person, Helga." Arnold answered.

"You're not so bad yourself, football head," Helga said, not bad at all, my prince, she thought.

Arnold's face lit up, "Thanks, Helga, that means a lot."

"Ah, it's nothing',"

"No, Helga, you're wrong. It's everything."

Helga smiled to herself, but didn't respond. He's just being nice, that's all. We're friends. If i say something it'll blow my cover, I can't let my feelings show, I can't let my feelings show, I can't let my feelings show, she thought.

Arnold didn't say anything either. Oh no, what if I went too far saying that. She definitely doesn't like me like me, what was I thinking! He thought.

After a few moments of silence they arrived at the movie, "Two tickets for Just Go with It, please," Arnold told the theater associate.

"I heard this movie was great! I've been wanting to see it since it came out!" Helga exclaimed to Arnold, before walking up to the snack counter, "One large Popcorn and two Yahoo soda's please."

"Yeah, me too." Arnold said, when she walked back over to him, offering to carry the popcorn for her.

"You okay, football head?" Helga sensed that his perkiness majorly decreased and she was worried it wasn't something she did.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just, I hope I didn't offend you earlier with that 'everything' comment. It's just…"

"You didn't offend me at all," Helga said, cutting him off.

"You promise?" He asked.

"Promise, now c'mon Arnoldo, we're going to miss all the good previews!" She grabbed his arm and dragged him to the door for the movie.

Arnold smiled at her touch and felt his heart start pounding, I never want this night to end, he thought

Throughout the entire movie the two couldn't stop laughing, if not at the scene on the screen, then at the facial expressions the other was making trying not to laugh or trying to decipher what was happening. They were having a great time.

Okay, Arnold, just do it. Just wait until her she reaches into the popcorn, and just 'accidentally' put yours in at the same time. No, no that's overrated, but so is 'the move.' Ah, what should I do! Well, maybe I should just let it go and let the night play out naturally? Yeah, yeah that's what I'll do, just let it go, Arnold thought while glancing over at Helga a few times.

Oh, Arnold, why can't I just tell you my feelings. How fast my heart beats for you. How my sole existence on this planet is all for you. My love, my treasure. How can I just worship you and never, ever tell. Oh, I haven't thought of that line in a while, I should write that down again. Oh, what if that parrot didn't get eaten, then Arnold would have known my feelings for him, but then I may not have been here tonight and this is definitely the best night of my life. I wish it didn't have to end, Helga was absorbed with her thoughts, before she heard Arnold's laughter erupt from next to her.

"Oh man, that beard thing is great," he muttered to himself, looking over at Helga who was staring at him, smiling. "What?" he asked.

"Oh nothing, you're just really enjoying this movie, huh," Helga whispered, her smile growing.

"Yeah, I like it. It's definitely as good as I was told." He whispered back to her.

Helga just chuckled and turned to watch the rest of the movie, He is just so amazing.

When the movie ended and they walked out of the theater, they noticed that the roads were covered with snow and the snow falling was turning into hail. Arnold had to be careful getting back to campus, "At least it isn't a blizzard. Don't worry, Helga. I'll get you back safe and sound." Arnold said, opening the passenger car door for Helga.

Helga nodded and got in. Arnold had no trouble getting past the first three roads on his way to Hillwood University, but once he got to the first turn he needed to make, the wind began to pick up and the roads started to get slippery. As he was making the left turn his car began to slide, so he took his foot off the gas and tried coasting into the turn, "I'll get us there, Helga. I just have to go a little slower to avoid sliding," he said once his car made the turn and straightened out.

After three more similar occurrences, he managed to make it to the University in twenty-five minutes, rather than the fifteen minutes it usually takes to get back from the theater. He parked his car and hurried over to Helga's side to escort her inside their dorm building. Chocolates and bear in hand, Helga locked her arm with his as they did earlier in the night and they made their way inside.

"I had a really great time tonight, Helga," Arnold said when he dropped her off at her dorm room, "I really appreciate you coming out tonight. I know you probably would rather have spent the night with someone else."

"No, Arnold, I had a great time. I'm glad I shared tonight with you. The only time I've ever went out on Valentine's Day was that Cecile night, and at least you knew it was me this time," she said with a laugh.

"Really? That was your only time, too?" Arnold asked.

"Too? You mean?"

"Yeah, that was the only time I've gone out on Valentine's day, too," Arnold said, his cheeks blushing.

"Wow, well at least we did it right this time!" Helga said, chuckling nervously.

"Yeah, anyways, I'm really glad that I got to spend tonight with…..I'm glad Nadine said, 'no,' because I think…well…you're the one I would have wanted to spend it with. Ya know, You're my..best friend."

"Thanks, Arnold, you too," she was shuffling her keys around in her hand.

"Well, good night, Helga." Arnold said, quickly before backing towards the door to the stairs.

"G'night, football head…sweet…dreams," she said as he walked out the door.

What was I thinking! I should have hugged her or something! 'Goodnight Helga,' I'm so stupid! Arnold thought as he walked up to the third floor to his room.

When he got to his room he noticed a sock on the door handle, Oh, so Gerald and Phoebe must be back. A note on their white board said, 'Hey! Arnold, can you spend the night in Sid and Harold's or something. Phoebe's spending the night. Thanks, man! -Gerald.' Hmm, this is my chance, I'll go down to Helga's and explain the situation and hang out with her. I don't have class until 2:00 p.m. tomorrow so that will work great! Hopefully.


"I am so stupid to think that he would have thought of tonight as a date! Why, Helga! Why do you get these stupid fantasies! ERRRGH!" Helga was mumbling to herself, as she changed into her flannel pajama's with pink and blue baseballs all over them, when she heard a knock on her door.

She opened it to find Arnold standing there with an apologetic look on his face, "Arnold? Arnold!" She looked down at what she was wearing and almost passed out, her face turned redder than ever.

He chuckled, "Hi, again, Helga, is it okay if I hang out in here for the night…Gerald and Phoebe kind of…have my room occupied."

"S…sure, Arnold! Come in."

"Nice pajamas by the way," he teased.

"Well, at least I have pajamas," she stuck her tongue out at him.

"Touche," Arnold laughed.

Helga sat on her bed and motioned for Arnold to join her. "So, why did you decide to come here instead of going to Sid and Harold's room like tall hair boy suggested?" she asked.

"Well, I figured this way you wouldn't be alone in here. Since Phoebe won't be coming back and everything and I don't know, I kinda wanted to spend some more time with you."

"Ah, I'm used to it. I mean criminy since those two started dating I've been kind of pushed aside. Pheebz is my best friend, but aside from the times all four of us hang out I rarely get to spend time with her and when I do it always seems to revolve around Gerald anyway, ya know."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, but at least they do still keep us in their lives. Look on the bright side, your best friend is happy, I know that's what keeps me going and I also know that someday I'll have that same happiness with someone."

"Oh, football head, you are still the most optimistic person I have ever met, but ya know what. I think that's why people are so drawn to you. You have this spirit that makes people NEED to know you."

"Is that how you feel, Helga?"

"Of course I feel that way, but don't get all sensitive on me, now, Arnoldo. You're just the only person who ever made me feel important. Besides Phoebe, you are my only true friend, you were always there for me and I was always so…horrible to you," Helga pulled her knees up into her chest. "I think I needed your friendship more than anyone and here you are. As you always were."

Arnold scooted closer to Helga and put his arm around her shoulder pulling her into a hug, "Helga, I think I'm the one who always needed you."

Helga hugged him back and she felt tears starting to fall from her eyes, pull yourself together, Helga old girl, he's just being Arnold. He's being your friend and that's all he'll ever see you as! Remember that, Helga. But he's hugging you right now and oh man does he smell good. What is he wearing! Chocolate Axe? and what IS that shampoo! Is it still that strawberry stuff he used to use when we were kids. Helga! Stop! Don't be weird! Just embrace the beautiful soul!

Helga felt Arnold begin stroking her hair, and feeling safe and happy she drifted off to sleep in his arms.


Dun dun duuuuuuun! Okay, Okay I know that the ending probably isn't what you were hoping for, but I promise I have more up my sleeve ;] I hope you aren't disappointed!

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