Hellllllooooooo everyone! Thank you for all my readers who have stuck with me so far on this project! It has been a little difficult because this story is far from over and these chapters are not exactly a walk in the park to type up lol that's why my one shots have been soooo much easier to handle! But with no more distractions and a little bit more time, I give you the next chapter of Hey Helga as promised! Hope u like! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I still don't own….you get the picture….
Chapter 9
"The Talk"
"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!" Helga went on out loud as she paced back and forth in her bed room.
"How could I be so dumb! I practically told him how I felt! Everything! No wait, no I didn't. My lips did!" she shouted sarcastically to herself. But the one thing that Helga didn't understand was why her beloved didn't retaliate…almost as if…
No, of course not, that's stupid. He could never like me back…could he?
She decided she needed a second ear's advice. Helga took a seat on the edge of her bed, pulled out her phone and began to text the only person who could possibly help her.
"C'mon, Pheebs. Hurry up! Text me back!" Not thirty seconds had gone by before the words, 'On my way' were returned.
The blonde girl waited her friend silently as she layed back on the top of her pink comforter. Her thoughts bubbled inside her head. She never really, fully understood her consequences until now.
What is he gonna think?…He'll probably tell tail hair boy all about it, and I'll be the laughing stock of the whole school…And only a week and a half before I graduate!
"Helga ol' girl, you really did it this time." She confessed out loud to herself. Her mind raced. She began to imagine what would happen if Arnold didn't feel the same…
Helga…I'm sorry…I just…
Don't be sorry, my love. Just embrace it! Go with it! Accept it! We were meant to be…
No, we weren't! Helga please…
Arnold, I know you feel the same…please don't deny your love for me…
I don't love you, Helga! I never did! I never could! You're just too mean…
But Arnold, you don't mean…
I do mean it…Now please! Leave me alone…
Helga shook her head of such horrible dialogue. She didn't want to rule out the possibility that Arnold didn't love her back. No matter how much she begged her subconscious not to wonder in that direction, unfortunately, it did.
"Olga! Your little friend is here! Olga!" her father's voice boomed on the other side of her door.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Olga! Hey girl, open up!"
The blonde haired girl jumped up in furry from her bed, and rushed to open the door.
"Thanks, Bob, and for the last time, it's Helga. Not Olga." She sneered at the back of the man's big beefy head as he walked back downstairs and into the living room.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever little lady." He responded nonchalantly as he slumped back into his favorite recliner.
Ignoring her father's usual remarks, Helga stomped down the stairs, to the front door. As she opened it, she found a confused looking Phoebe standing there in her threshold.
"Everything ok, Helga?" Phoebe squeaked politely, unsure if coming by was a wise choice.
"Yeah, just having a lovely conversation with good ol' pop again. Come on." Sarcasm flooded her voice as she motioned for her best friend to come in to the house. Phoebe followed Helga quietly past the living room, up the stairs and into her bedroom. When Helga closed the door behind both of them, she turned to Phoebe and screamed.
"PHOEBE!" She yelled in anguish as she took a dive on to her bed. Phoebe's eyes widened as she moved instantly out of her friends way to not get stuck underneath her. Phoebe turned to her blonde haired friend who was now laying face down in, what Phoebe thought for sure, was, despair.
"Helga? What's wrong? Say something?" Phoebe questioned carefully.
"You don't understand…I've already said too much…" she responded still face down in her comforter.
"Could you tell me? Perhaps I could help—."
"You wana know? Just ask Arnold, I'm sure he's told everyone by now!" she finally sat up looking Phoebe in the face.
"Told everyone what?"
"I…kissed, Arnold!" Helga through herself backwards on the bed, snatching up the nearest pink pillow from the head of her bed and shoved it over her face violently.
"AAARRGGGGHHHHH!" Helga screamed through her pillow as she rocked her body back and forth sideways in anger.
"Are you sure you—."
"Yes, Phoebe. Trust me. I'm sure." She said releasing the pillow a she sat up.
"Isn't that just inspiring? So you've obviously expressed your emotions towards him then. How did he respond?" the Asian girl asked calmly with a smile as if what she received was good news.
"He didn't. 'Uh, I gotta go. We'll finish this talk later.'." she mimicked her true love.
"Oh Helga, I'm sorry."
"Yeah me too, because trust me Pheebs, that was a total accident."
"So…if you didn't mean to kiss him, how did it occur?" Phoebe responded lost.
"I, don't, know." Helga sat up and paced around the room for answers.
"I was standing outside the principals office, and I was waiting for him to come out."
"Oh that's right? Did he face any consequences?"
"If you'd listen, crimeny." Helga rolled her eyes in impatience.
"Oh, sorry Helga!" Phoebe chirped.
"I listened in to the whole conversation. He was gonna have a mark on his permanent record, and not be able to walk at graduation. But," she interrupted Phoebe's long going question build up. "Wartz caved in, and told him only two days suspension." Helga finished, taking a seat next to Phoebe on the bed.
"That's terrible! Have you spoken to Arnold since?"
"No, that's the worst part! We started talking right after he got out of Wartz's office, and I…attacked him!" Helga confessed again.
"Well, why don't you try talking to him about it. Obviously face to face contact is out of the question seeing as he wont be attending school tomorrow, but perhaps you could try another approach. Have you tried calling him?"
"What would I say Pheebs? 'Sorry I kissed you but it was for your own good' ? Yeah right." Helga scoffed.
"You have to try something, Helga. Remember? If you don't, it could be too late." Phoebe got up from the bed and walked towards the bedroom door.
"I must be going home, Helga. But text me if you need any more help, ok?" Phoebe waved goodbye with a smile as she left Helga's house.
Helga waved back silently in return with a slight smirk that said 'thanks for the help'. She fell back on her bed and thought about her decision for what seemed like days. The sunlight had drifted away from her window, as the dusk shadows crept on and on to her walls. She had no idea what time it was.
Helga picked up her head and glanced over at her alarm clock. 8:43, it read in bright red digits. Helga had been alone thinking, for three and a half hours since Phoebe left.
"Do I dare?" she asked her courage.
"Should I try?"
What could I really lose? He's leaving any way right?
"He's probably freaked out enough as it is."
Just as if someone had heard her thoughts, he phone buzzed suddenly on the dresser. Helga sat up, annoyed.
Probably Phoebe.
But her heart did a summersault when she read the name that appeared on the tiny text envelope.
"How…" she stopped. She was terrified to open Arnold's text.
She took a deep breath, and slowly clicked on the envelope. The text opened, and Helga almost fainted at the words. It read:
Sorry for leaving so soon. I even forgot my cap n gown. I know we didn't get a chance 2…talk…so…when u can, call me. So we can this time.
-A
"Oh!" Helga felt her heart pounding in her ears.
"There is a God!" she yelled in joy as she fainted happily on top of her bedspread.
