Sorry for being so late with chapter but I was at my grandma's house and she didn't have any internet, I also had summer plans that i was unaware of and I also had no idea how to finish this chapter... Anyway, I don't own Hey Arnold! Craig Bartlett does!

I think I will stop this story by the time they are 20 or maybe 21, so please give me ideas about what my next story will be and yes, I will do a sequel if it is request most. So review!

Sixteen-years-old:

Helga G. Pataki's eyes lit up when they entered the pet shop. "Can we get this one?" She pointed at the puppy with golden fur and blue-gray eyes before puppy-dog pout. Her father, Bob, chuckled before rubbing her head, messing up her ponytail. "Sure."

She smiled before turning back to the puppy, who was rubbing it's nose against the cage. "How about we name it Hope?" He nodded before going to find a shop clerk. After Olga found out about Bob and Miriam's "habits", she threatened to call the police on the two adults, so the family decided to go Helga's old therapist, Dr. Bliss.

A couple of weeks before, they had found a tumor in her mother's brain when she was found passed out in a grocery store. The alcohol didn't help with her health either and she was now in a coma. So practically our family is jacked up... Bob came back with a nervous clerk and Helga instantly recognized him as Chocolate Boy.

"Hey CB!" She grinned widely at him while he gave her a small smile. "Hey Helga!" Bob cleared his throat, signaling that he was still here. "Anyway, we would like to get this one." He pointed at the puppy Helga was still ogling at Hope. He opened the cage and took the puppy to the back. Bob turned to his daughter, who was bouncing around like a child.

"You do know that having a pet is a lot of responsibility, right?" When she nodded he continued. "So you'll be walking the dog, feeding him, giving him water, being in charge of him until college and maybe even get him back after college." She smiled slightly before nodding and giving him a hug. "Thanks for doing this dad..."

He patted her head lovingly. "Of course and I'm..." He sighed, running one of his hands through his hair. "I'm sorry." Her smile widened. She knew how hard it was for a Pataki to apologize and she knew if Bob was doing it, he meant it. "You're forgiven..."

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Helga smiled as she watched Arnold play with Hope. He rubbed her behind the ears causing the dog to jump up and licked his face. He laughed and flew back into the dirt before meeting Helga's baby blue eyes with his jellybean green ones.

"How's your mom?" She gulped before laying down next him, Hope going to lick her cheek. "She still hasn't woken up but she's doing better, I guess." He turned to face her, his eyes locked on her locket. "You still have that?"

She hooked her fingers into the chain. "Of course, I do. Just because I broke up with you doesn't mean I'm going to try and wipe you from my mind..." She sat up quickly causing Hope to slid into her lap. Grabbing her bag, she pulled out a purple notebook and handed it to him. "I never told you this but..." She looked at the journal. "I responded to all your letters."

He looked at the journal then back at the girl in front of him. "Are you sure you want me to read these?" She nodded before getting up, patting dirt off her backside. "I'm going to go home. It's getting late..." She connected the leash to Hope's collar. "Your letters are in there, too. So you know which letter went with each one."

Arnold stood up too. He ran a hand through his hair as if debating something before leaning forward and kissing her cheek. She blushed before waving and started to walk away.

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Helga stared at the blank page in utter irritation. Why can't I write anything? She ran a hand through her hair, a sigh escaping her mouth. Getting up from her desk, she picked up Hope and walked to the door. "I'm going out to Dewey's! I'll try to be home before dark!"

There was a faint "Okay!" from her dad as she walked out the house. Walking down the street and to the park before crossing the street. Standing in front of one of her favorite shops in Hillwood, Helga walked into Dewey's Milkshake House with Hope padding behind her.

Sitting a booth, Hope's head placed in her lap, she smiled when she saw Dewey. The forty-year-old man smiled heartily at the teen and the puppy. "How's it goin', Pataki?" She sighed her forehead in her palms. "I can't write, Dew. It's horrible!"

The man chuckled lightly. "I'm sure you'll find some motivation that will make those bosses of your's love you even more!" She smiled and looked up. "Thanks."

He smiled back before pulling the pen from behind his ear. "What would you and your pup like?" She looked down at Hope. "I'll like the banana and chocolate milkshake with a burger." He nodded, writing quickly before turning. "I'll be right back with your drink."

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After finishing her meal, paying for it, and saying "thank you" to Dewey, Helga went on a walk with Hope. "You don't have any ideas for me, do you?" She looked at her owner, her head tilted to the side. "I'll take that as a 'no'." She walked around before she ended up in front of the Sunset Arms.

"And I think I just found my inspiration!"

She picked up Hope and ran all the way back home to write her latest poem.