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Time Goes On Without You

By Moonlight

Liana's Love

The cool spring breeze blew through Helga's messy hair. The afternoon seemed calm, despite for it being a Wednesday. Most students were locked away in their rooms, working on cramming last second information before their next final. Pulling their hair and going sleepless in order to make sure they were ready for the challenging exams that awaited them. Helga, however, had her mind on other things.

In order to try and block those thoughts from her mind, however, she had taken to the beautiful gardens in front of the school building. There, she sat with her journal in lap and trademark pink pen in hand, but her eyes stared straight out ahead of her, at the delicate tree just beginning to blossom. The half-open pink buds mesmerized her.

The page before her covered in pink ink from the poem she had written just moments before.

Taking a long breath, she finally looked down at the page. Her eyes glancing across the words slowly. After a moment of contemplation, her blank stare turned into a deep glare.

In a fit of anger, she tore the page out of her journal, threatening to tear it up into pieces. But before her hands could compete the threat, she exhaled. All of her sudden rage vanished into the warm air.

She shoved the page loosely into her journal and closed it. Her gaze returning to the tree before her, although this time, she could make out a couple of figures on the other side of the neatly trimmed shrubbery that separated the main entrance from the gardens.

A giggle could be heard coming from the two, which, Helga could only recognize as belonging to one person. Liana.

Gathering her things, she quickly and quietly made her way closer to the people on the other side of the bushes. She wanted to talk to the girl, but didn't really want to interrupt her. So Helga decided she'd wait until Liana had a break in her conversation.

"Oh, but you are!" she could hear Liana saying sweetly, "I mean, look at you! That handsome face could seduce even the most difficult of girls."

Interested as to who she was talking to, Helga peered through the leaves.

"That's… really kind of you, Liana."

Helga's eyes began to bulge out of her face as they fell on Arnold, who was smiling politely at Liana. 'What is she…?' Helga began to wonder as the girl tightly encircled Arnold's strong, mature arm.

"Liana, I have to go find Gerald, okay? We'll catch up with you and Phoebe later." He said, calmly releasing himself from her grip.

Helga could feel her heart pounding strongly in her chest. And, as if she had no control over her body, she forced herself through the bushes and stumbled face-first onto the concrete in front of the two.

A low groan escaped her lips as she attempted to lift herself up off of the ground.

"Helga!?" Arnold exclaimed in surprise. Quickly, he moved to help her onto her feet, picking up her journal and pen.

"Geeze, Helga! It's like you've been spending a little too much time with me." Liana laughed at the insult she threw at herself.

Helga brushed the dirt off of her already messy clothes and laughed nervously, "Hey there! I just saw Liana and really needed to talk to her, so I-"

Arnold, trying to hand her belongings back, interrupted her, "Helga, can I—"

But Helga continued, "—I'm going to steal her for a bit, okay?" she said quickly, trying to get herself away from Arnold as fast as she possibly could. "So if you don't mind!"

With that, she grabbed Liana by the wrist and ran off with her into the building, leaving Arnold behind.

It took him a moment to process what had happened, but once he did, he ran a hand through his hair and made a fist with the other, "I don't get you, Helga!" he exclaimed, in a half-whisper only he could hear.

Flutter.

He looked down at the source of the sound and saw a piece of paper fluttering with the soft breeze.

Picking it up, he immediately noticed the familiar pink ink. "It's Helga's." he said to himself, "I should probably return it to her…" his voice trailed off as he instinctively read the words on the page.

He folded up the paper and carefully slid it inside his pocket. His cheeks flushed a light pink color, and his eyes softened.

"I…will return this to her later…" he said as he made his way into the building.

"Look. I don't want to sound accusatory, but I want answers." Helga stared down the redheaded girl, studying every freckle on her face as she waited for a response. Her room, still messy from the days before, sheltered them from any prying ears.

"What do you mean…?"

"What I MEAN is that you completely INSULTED me the other day when we ran into each other. Did you get into a fight with someone? Did someone upset you? I can beat them up for you, if you want. Just let me know who it was and—"

Helga's rambling was cut off as Liana stood up, "No, Helga."

"Are you sure? I can totally take them. Seriously, I'm pretty strong."

Liana shook her head violently and glared at Helga, "No! I meant what I said, Helga."

Taken aback, Helga stared blankly at the girl, who was now pulling on her own braids.

"What…?"

"I meant it. Helga," Liana angrily pointed a finger at Helga, "you're a slut."

Helga's eyes grew wide at her words, "Wait… why?"

"You took him away from me!"

Helga grew more and more confused as the conversation went on, "Who…?"

"Harvey! He took me under his wing when I first got to Redwater… before Phoebe showed up. He was so good to me and did everything he could to help me and I…I thought…" she stopped for a second to compose her thoughts, "…But then YOU came, and all he wanted to do was be around YOU."

Giving her a look of disbelief, Helga tried to comprehend what she was trying to say. "How was I supposed to know that?! Also, you're calling me a 'slut', because I'm dating Harvey? That doesn't make any sense, Liana."

"It does when, here I am, bending over backwards to ignore my feelings. And when I'm FINALLY starting to get close to someone else, I find out that YOU ALSO OWN HIM."

"You've probably already had your way with BOTH of them, haven't you? You slut!"

"What?! Liana, CALM DOWN." Helga, at this point, is frustrated. She had never expected this kind of person to have been hidden under the sweet and innocent façade that was Liana...

"Phoebe told me to keep away from Arnold in order to respect you as a friend." She said quietly, trying to relax. "…you can't. Have. Both." She finished through gritted teeth.

"I DON'T OWN him, Liana. I have NO CONTROLL over him. He's FREE to be with whoever he wants…" her voice trailed off, "…even if it is Rhonda."

Liana made her way towards the door, "Well, surprise! They're NOT dating. Which, you would THINK would give me the okay to move in on him." With that, she left, down the hall after slamming the door behind her.

Dumbfounded, Helga slid back into her chair and tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling. 'They're not dating…?'

After what seemed like forever, she straightened herself out, "Whatever… It's not like anything has changed since that day… when I told him everything…" she stood up and angrily knocked her journal off of her desk, falling with a loud thud onto the floor.

Noticing that the loose page didn't fall out of the book, she scrambled to look through the journal for it.

"No…" she said to herself in panic, "No… it's not here…!"

Moonlight: Phew. Here's another one! Trying to make use of the little break I have left! QAQ