So here we are! Were all back together again for another chapter! Doesn't it make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside….? Well it BETTER not cuz emotions are for whimps! Lol ;D JK! Sooooo anyways, when we last left our heroic duo they were standing on the edge of the cliff awaiting there doom and—

Wait a minute…..ooops! Sowwy! Too much Rocky and Bullwinkle lately! Lol ;) Gotta admit they were awesome back in the day! If your'e even remotely a 90's kid and before that time, you will agree.

Seriously now…..what does Arnold have to tell Helga? Guess ya' gotta…

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Chapter 10

"An Answer"

For the next two days, Arnold did absolutely nothing. He was lost in boredom. He was suppose to be in school, but instead (thanks to Helga…again…) he was home. Bored. And confused…

His Grandpa seemed unimpressed with his suspension story. He didn't even think his Grandma was aware of the situation. In fact, she thought he was one of her kooky characters in one of her story plays. Again.

"Good morning, General Kimba!" yelled his grandmother from under the kitchen table. Arnold originally came down stairs to make himself breakfast. But at the sight of his Grandma covered in green and black army paint head to toe, wearing a black metal hard hat and colossal black combat boots, he began to think eating out would have been best.

"Morning, Grandma. Uh, what are you—."

"Get down, General! The enemy is amongst us!" the elderly woman yanked Arnold down to the floor swiftly by his right leg.

"Hey, Shortman, have you seen—…POOKIE! What in Sam Hill's name are you doin'!" Grandpa Phil asked his wife bewildered.

"Not now, solider, the enemy is on foot. Everyone to their battle stations! HEEE-YAAA!" The old woman sprinted from underneath the kitchen table and into the living room.

"Pookie! Be careful!"

But before Grandpa Phil's words could heed any warning, a loud crash developed in the next room, which was followed by maniacal laughter.

"I keep tellin' her not to play military in the kitchen! Crazy ol' bat.." Grandpa shook his head, as he was used to her loony antics.

"So, whatcha up to today, Arnold? Bein' as you can't really go to school." His Grandpa took a seat at the dining table. Arnold joined him, unsure of where to begin.

"I don't know. Probably just wait until Gerald gets out of school, before I do anything really. Grandpa…" he hesitated.

"Yes?" he answered, occupying his hand in the in the round silver cookie jar that sat on top of the table. He attempted to get the last oatmeal raisin that was probably stale.

"I know you told me the story of you and Grandma…but…have you ever…that is…when did you know…for sure…" Arnold struggled hard with his words. But for some reason, he just couldn't bring himself to ask…for girl advice.

Maybe I'll have better luck asking Gerald…he thought.

"Oh, I get it. You're havin' some sorta girl trouble aren't ya', Shortman." Grandpa Phil smiled as he wrestled with the cookie jar. His hand had become stuck, and as easy as it seemed to enter the jar, pulling it out was not.

"Grandpa, do you need help?" Arnold asked side tracked, amused by his Grandpa's predicament.

"No, no, Arnold. I'm just…about…HA! I got it!" Just as Grandpa Phil pulled out the remainder of oatmeal crumbs in his hand, Abner the pig jumped up from under the table, and claimed his treat.

"OOOH! That darn pig! You wait til' I fire up my oven!" Abner heard the threat and his ears shrunk down in fear. Alarmed that the old man would take action immediately, Abner scurried into the living room as fast as his pudgy little pig legs could carry him.

"Grandpa, that wasn't nice."

"Don't worry, I'm just teasin' him! Little rascal stole my cookie though." Grandpa reminded himself with a glare.

"Right. Um…anyway—."

"Ooh, right! You're girl trouble. Well, Arnold, let me tell you a story…"

"Grandpa, I told you. You already told me the story about you and Grandma. What I want to know is, how you…knew…you…ya' know…liked her?" Arnold argued with himself over what words to use. It was already embarrassing enough talking about girls in front of his Grandpa. But to speak of a certain one? …he wasn't so sure his nerves were ready…

"Oh, that's easy! You're Grandma was soooo mean, Arnold! Everyday she'd pick on me. So, I picked on her back! And when I realized she had a way of gettin' under my skin that no one else could, that's when I knew…" Grandpa Phil sat back with a dazed gleam in his eye.

"That's, when you knew you liked her?"

"Oh, heavens no, Arnold! That's when I knew she was just a real bully! But us bein' mean to each other was just out way of showin' it." He smiled with another twinkley gleam.

Something about what his Grandfather said, set off a light switch in his head.

"Thanks, Grandpa, you've been a lot o help! Gotta go!" Arnold jumped up from his seat and sprinted for the stairs, forgetting all about his hunger. An odd scene before his eyes, however, made him pause.

"Victory is ours, General Kimba!" His Grandma yelled through out the living room. Arnold's border, Ernie Potts, was tied up in rope head to toe, and curled up in confused agony on the floor. He finally managed to spit out the red handkerchief that had him gagged.

"Yo, Arnold! Will ya' tell ya' crazy grandmotha' to untie me? Sheesh! Whata' nut-bag!"

"Grandma, what are you doin' with—."

"Not now, General. The enemy must be taken care of! AYI-YI-YI-YI-YI-YI!" His Grandma let out her battle cry, picked up Ernie over her shoulders, and sprinted wildly into the kitchen.

Arnold shook his head in humor as he continued his way back to his room.

"Poor Ernie," he pitied as he entered his bedroom.

When he opened the door, he made way straight fro his bed, where he took a soft plop backwards, facing his skyline. He had to think…what was it about Grandpa's story that sounded so familiar…where had he heard similar actions…such familiar words…

It was only his first day of suspension. And he was already going crazy of waiting…waiting to return to school…waiting for Gerald to get out and come over…waiting for Helga to call him…

"Helga!" he sat up quickly.

She never called me back! Maybe I should talk to her first, he pondered.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone and began texting. Then, he stopped suddenly. He forgot she was still in school too.

"Aw, man." He layed back down his back and set the phone next to him. Just in case.

Just in case? What's wrong with me? This is Helga! The one who beats me up everyday! The one who cant stand me!

"But she can be so nice at times…" he argued with conscience.

Arnold closed his eyes and imagined that Saturday night. How nice and kind she was…how nice and pretty she looked…

Arnold's mind began to drift. He saw images and reminders of other instances she was mean…

'Move it, football head!'

'Crimeny, what are you stupid?'

'Hey everyone, Arnold's a bird!'

'Watch it, geek-bait!'

'Whatever, hair boy!'

'You're pathetic!'…

Arnold rolled over on his side, trying to escape her mean words of the past. His mind was racing again. Until it paused, on a particular memory…

"Helga?" "You?…Your Deep Voice?"

"Heh, heh…looks like it."

"How come you couldn't just tell what ya' knew? Why'd ya' have to make up this…crazy…secret identity?"

"No reason…"

"But Helga…you just risked everything to help me save the neighborhood…"

"So? What's your point?"

"So, that's a pretty amazing thing to do for someone ya' claim to hate."

"Yeah, well…I'm a pretty amazing person…football head…"

"But, I thought…I thought you were on your dad's side…a-and you were gona get rich off the whole deal…"

"Well…money isn't everything…"

"Helga, why'd ya' do it?"

"I-I'ts…my civic duty"

"Helga…"

"Uh…cause I love a good mystery?"

"Oh, c'mon! What's the real reason!"

"I don't know, Arnoldo! I guess maybe I just took pity on you and your stupid friends!"

"Well…why?"

"Be-because…uh…cause I guess maybe I don't hate you as much as I thought, ok?…I guess maybe…I-I kinda…like you a little. Heck! I-I guess you might even say…that…I like you a lot…"

"Y-You do? You did this…for me?"

"That's right, hair boy! I mean, crimeny! What else are you supposed to do when someone you love is in trouble?"

"L-Love?"

"You heard me, pal! I love you! LOVE you!…who else do ya' think has been stalking you, night and day, building shrines to you in a closet! Filling volumes of books of poems about you!…I…I love you, Arnold! I've always loved you! Ever since I first laid eyes on your stupid football head!…and from that moment…and every moment since…I've lived and dreamed of the moment I could finally tell you my secret feelings, and grab you…and kiss you…and…Oh! C'mere you big lug!"

Arnold then sat up straight in his bed, sweat dripping from his hands and his forehead. That night. That rainy night on top of the FTi building. That was it. That was his answer.

"Oh, my, God. It's true!"

A/N: Well there ya' have it! Chapter 10! Yeah, I know most of it at the end was mostly dialogue form the movie but hey! Ya gotta admit out of aaalllllll the Helga and Arnold moments we've ever seen on screen, that scene was probably the most intense! =) Hoped you liked! Chapter 11 is coming soon!

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NOTE: NO ERNIES WERE HARMED DURING THE MAKING OF THIS CHAPTER! ;)

…ok….maybe just his sanity…lol :D