(A/N) I'm so sorry this chapter took longer to post than the others. I just had a lot of real life things that got in the way along with trying to keep updated with my DeviantART and YouTube channel. But it's here now. Enjoy!

Helga still sat there, staring at nothing, still shocked at this discovery. Helga dashed out of bed, ran towards her closet and opened it. She now was staring at the giant watermelon that had the six bananas in it. Now that she was looking at it again, knowing what she knew right then and there, it all made sense now. It was supposed to resemble Arnold!

She gasped as sudden flashes of her past shrines came back to Helga visually, so fast that she had to hold on to the wall to stop herself from falling. She remembered praying to them, sitting on the floor staring at them while turning on and off the light and writing her poems in front of them.

When the flashes stopped, Helga took a breath. "Oh my god... I'm a crazy person..." she said quietly to herself. How was she ever going to get to sleep now? Simple, she wouldn't. She'd never be able to after knowing all this. It all made sense now. The signs were all there. The mushy poems, the shrine, the feelings she'd get when she was around him. Though the one thing she didn't understand was if she was so infatuated with Arnold why did she treat him so harshly? As if he meant nothing to her, because clearly he did. As she was thinking all this, Helga had to wonder. If Helga didn't act so mean to him... would Arnold and her actually have a chance of being together? Would he ever feel the same?

Helga slowly walked towards her bed looking at her feet. When her knees hit the edge of the bed it made her top half of her body fall face first on the bed. She just laid there, face down and a bit of on the verge of suffocating. Helga was, only for a split second, contemplating rather or not she should turn over to catch her breath. Did she really want to face everything now that she knew her actual self's secret? Everything was even more complicated now. It only took seconds later for her to give into temptation for air to be in her lungs.

"I'm such a basket case..." she said as she put her hands to cover her eyes. Now on some level, she wished for her memories to come back so she wouldn't think about this anymore. The actual Helga seemed pretty content with how she lived her life if she lasted this long with loving Arnold and antagonizing him at the same time, not caring about his feelings. It just didn't make sense. It was right then that Helga finally decided that she would go to Arnold's house and confront him about what she knew. She had to. Who knows? She could possibly be doing the actual Helga a favour, right? Saving her the trouble, right? She just wasn't sure how Arnold would react.

Finally Saturday afternoon came. Afternoon because, as Helga predicted, she ended up oversleeping. She was just glad that it was the weekend and that she didn't have school to worry about. First thing on Helga's mind as she woke up was going to Arnold's house and telling him about her discovery. She quickly got dressed and went out the door without a word. Helga figured that her parents would probably not even realized she left.

If she wasn't so preoccupied, thinking about her discovery she would've noticed that she forgot to bring the directions and was absentmindedly going the right direction towards Arnold's house. It wasn't until she was finally there that she realized that she had forgot to bring it with her. She had to wonder why it was so easy finding it. Though when she thought about it, now that she knew the actual Helga was obsessed with Arnold it didn't surprise her anymore. She'd probably been here many times in the past.

She walked towards the door and then knocked. Luckily, Arnold was the one to open the door. Unluckily, when the door opened a bunch of animals came out down the stoop steps all at once. The commotion was enough to push Helga down the door steps, but before that could happen, Arnold caught her hand, saving her from a painful fall.

Arnold started "Helga? You came already? I didn't expect you to come so soon." he then realized what he said "Uh, I mean, not that I was expecting you at all or anything. NOT THAT I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO COME." He blushed after he said that. "I mean... aw, man." He facepalmed. "I'm not offending you or anything... am I?"

Helga giggled a bit. She could tell that he was nervous around her now after what almost happened between them last night. If she was honest, she was also nervous deep down. However, she found nervous Arnold to be kind of cute.

"I'm not offended. Don't worry. I know it's kind of sudden but I needed to see you." Helga confessed.

"...you did?" Arnold found himself being hopeful for some reason after she said that.

Before Helga could say anything else Arnold's Grandpa Phil's voice could be heard inside. "Shortman, who's at the door?" Arnold didn't get a chance to reply back because then he appeared behind him and continued when he got a look at Helga. "Who's this?" he asked Arnold.

"It's Helga, grandpa. Don't you recognize her?"

Grandpa Phil then had a dumbfounded look on his face. "Huh... didn't recognize her without the unibrow on her face."

"Grandpa!" Arnold shouted at him.

"Well, she doesn't have it anymore. Why the big reaction?" Grandpa Phil looked down at Helga then back at Arnold. "Well aren't you gonna invite her in?" he asked him.

Arnold then realized he was being rude. She did tell him she needed to see him which he didn't get why that made him happy for some reason. "OH! Uh yeah." he opened the door wider for her to come in and Helga did so.

Once she was inside Arnold started. "So what did you need to see me about?"

"Well I-" Helga stopped mid-sentence when she remembered that Grandpa Phil was still in the area. She didn't feel comfortable saying what she wanted to say to Arnold with him in the area and somehow Arnold sensed this.

"Do you want to talk about whatever it is in my room?" he suggested.

Helga felt relieved and nodded. Arnold took her hand and pulled her upstairs with him. As they went up the stairs they could hear Grandpa Phil say "Be sure to leave the door open, kids!"

After hearing him say that they both had confused looks on their faces.

Once they were inside Arnold's room Helga closed the door behind her.

Arnold saw Helga close it behind her. "Uh, my grandpa said to keep it open. Don't know why though."

Helga had her back against the door and looked at Arnold with a serious yet scared look on her face. "I know but I'd really prefer to say this behind closed doors."

"Why?"

"I just need it closed right now, okay?!"

Arnold put his hands up in defense at her shouting. "Okay, okay... what do you want to say so bad?"

Helga took a deep breath and started. "Last night... I was looking through my things. You know, trying to boost my memory, and well after doing so I came to a realization that all this time... the real Helga is in lo-" Helga stopped her sentence due to catching a glimpse of something in Arnold's closet. Without thinking she sped walked past Arnold and towards his closet. The object that caught her attention was a red shoe that looked identical to the one in her closet. She picked it up.

Arnold saw her pick it up and didn't want her to get the wrong idea. "Oh, uh, that's not mine! ...well I'd like to think it's mine in a way. I don't wear it if that's what you're thinking. It's more of a momento actually."

"A momento to what?" Helga asked wanting to know.

Arnold was hoping she wouldn't ask that. He didn't want her to think he was some two-timing jerk considering how the whole scenario started out, but seeing her face, how desperate it looked made him give in.

"Well... It was Valentine's Day and I got a letter from my pen pal in Paris, Cecile, saying to meet her at Chez Paris. There was one problem with her coming though. I had already asked Ruth, a girl from our school to go out with me anonymously."

"So then who did you go out with?" Helga asked.

Here was the hard part of the story he feared to tell. "Well... that's the thing. I had talked to Gerald about the whole situation and he said I should just go on both of the dates since both the restaurants were beside each other."

Helga raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms at this while still holding on to the shoe with one hand. "So you went out with both of them? Why would you do that?"

"Hear me out!" he said quickly. "It seemed like a good idea at the time. And in all honesty I didn't really think Cecile would show up... But she did."

"Sooo then what did you do?"

"For a while I just went back and forth between the two buildings while Gerald was telling me when I should go back to each building. In hindsight I realize now I should've just gone on Cecile's date instead of Ruth's."

"Why's that?"

Arnold then leaned against the wall. "Well, it turned out that Ruth was never into me that much and neither was I. I mean, we had nothing in common. She ran off with our busboy by the end of the date. I thought I liked her but going back and forth on the dates I realized that being with Cecile was well... more fun and she actually listened. It was the more interesting date that's for sure."

"How so?" Helga asked intrigued.

"By the end of the date Cecile turned out not actually being Cecile."

"Huh?"

"Yeah. The real Cecile showed up which was shocking. I didn't know what else to do so Gerald took off with her pretending to be me."

Helga had a half grin on her face at that. "There seems to be a lot of people pretending to be somebody they're not in this story."

"Yeah, I know. Anyway, after Gerald left with Cecile I did ask Not Cecile who she was... She told me she just couldn't tell me. I asked her why not and she said 'I just can't'. I never found out who she was but I admitted to her that it was the best Valentine's Day I ever had. She left behind one of her shoes and that is why that shoe is a momento to that night." Arnold finished, pointing to the shoe still in Helga's hand.

Looking down at the shoe, after hearing the end of the story, Helga put the pieces together. She looked back at Arnold. "Wait, what? She said that? Arnold I have... something to tell you."

Arnold stopped leaning on the wall "What is it, Helga?" his full attention on her.

"I remembered something the other day. What happened in it was-" she suddenly stopped herself from telling him her memory. It felt as if something inside her wouldn't let her. "Was- was-" It was as if something inside her was holding her back from telling Arnold the memory. Was it the actual Helga? If she couldn't tell him how did she expect to tell him that the actual Helga was in love with him. She wanted so desperately to tell him everything she found out and pieced together but she couldn't bring herself to so instead she lied. "...Was me punching someone in the face." She went with that because she figured that that probably did happen once or twice considering the kind of person she knew she was.

"Oh..." Arnold said a little bummed out. He in all honesty had been expecting something different or at least a memory that mattered. "Honestly, Helga, that's really not that all surprising... Sorry."

"Ugh, I know and I hate how that's so predictable, how it's just how she's pegged!" Helga gripped her hair in anger.

"There you go again, speaking about yourself in third person. Can you please tell me why you keep doing that?"

"BECAUSE I HATE THAT VERSION OF ME, OKAY?! I HATE HER!" Helga yelled finally free from keeping that in.

Arnold said nothing. He was just shocked from her outburst.

So she continued. "Ever since I lost my memory you've been telling me harsh truths! About how I'm mean and am violent. Sure you've told me about the good things I've done but there was very few. With how very few there were they're not enough for me, Arnold!" She started to pace waving her arms around, ranting. "She's mean, nasty, insensitive, depressing and an angry person... and worst of all... she's a huge coward..."

"What? You're not a coward. I've seen you do a lot things that I'd probably be afraid to do."

"No, Arnold... by 'coward' that's not what I mean. I apparently keep certain things about me from people who should know about them."

"What kind of things?"

"I CAN'T TELL YOU! ...I... I just can't. I really wish I could though. I actually came here to tell you something important but... It turns out something inside me is too scared to tell you." Helga started to tear up. "I don't want to be the person I was... I wanna stay as I am now... a clean slate. Sometimes I wish... I wish I could just permanently have memory loss and something tells me that you like me better this way too."

Arnold walked up to her and held both her hands in his. "Helga... That's not true. You can be nice. I've seen you be nice. Isn't that enough? Isn't it enough to know you're capable of being nice?"

"No... It's not. Sure, I could just pretend that's enough and just wait to return to who I was. That's gonna happen anyway, right?"

"Well, though all those times that you were nice isn't enough for you, they're enough for me. What was it that you came here to tell me? You can tell me."

Helga looked into his eyes after he said that. They were so kind and caring. "...No I can't because something is telling me that I'll get a bad reaction. I'm... I'm too afraid and I don't wanna be." she then started to cry.

This was a first for Arnold. He had never seen her cry before. He hugged her.

Helga at first Helga went stiff then after a second, melted into the hug and hugged him back.

"It's okay then... you can tell me whenever you're ready... I'll wait." Arnold whispered to her.

(A/N) Again, sorry for making you all wait so long for this chapter. I was seriously suffering from writers block along with all the other things that I listed in the author's note above. I'm sorry if this chapter seems weak and/or not as interesting as the others. I really tried, honest.

Anyway, please give a review. I really does help motivate me despite how long I made you wait. Sorry for that again.