Chapter 11
The Docking
by: The Angel144
"Man, oh, man Arnold! What are you going to do?!" Gerald told him in there room.
They have now walked back to there room and Arnold hasn't thought about ANYTHING
except what just happened. They were going to dock soon. Just a matter of time.
They had to check into there hotels soon.
"I don't know, Gerald. I'm just worried. Worried that, well, I blew it! The only
girl that REALLY cared about me, is, well, gone." Arnold sat on his bunk and burried
his face in his hands.
"Don't give up, man. I bet Phoebe is with her now, and disgussing the WHOOOLLLEEE
thing. she'll come around." Gerald said placing his hand on Arnolds shoulder.
"Gerald. This is Helga. No way. She doesn't bounce back like that!"
"Well, I'm not so sure about Helga Pataki. It seems as if whenever we figure her
out, she smacks us over the head with a surprise!"
Arnold looked up. Gerald looked away.
"Literally..." Gerald mumbled.
"Yeah. I guess."
"Plus! She loves you man!!" Gerald looked straight ahead. Then he scrunched up his
face in disgust. "She LOVES you! BLAH!"
"Gerald!"
"Ok, ok, sorry man. I guess that was rude."
"You like Phoebe." Arnold smiled.
"What are you going to do about it, man!?"
"This, MAN!!" Arnold picked up a pillow and slammed it into Geralds face. Gerald
was in schok, but smiled an evil grin.
"PILLOW FIGHT!" Gerald yelled picking up his pillow and hitting the blonde football
head. He was in equal shock. Then feathers started to fly!!!
Helga ran into a deep dark corner. She started to cry. She heard a rattle behind
her, but she passed it as stowaway rats.
"What am I going to do? I can't belive I snapped like that! Oh Criminey, I'm a basketcase!"
"Helga?" Helga looked up at the familar voice.
"Are you alright?" It was Carey.
"Yeah, I guess."
"ok, listen, I was talking to Hart last night. He seems to like you alote." Helga
sniffled.
"Well, anyway, I better go." Carey got up and left. Not to long after Hart came along.
"OH Criminey! What is this!? A Party or somehting?" Helga turned away after her outburst.
"Sorry."
"me too."
"Helga, I think you should say sorry to Arnold." Hart said placing his hand on her
shoulder.
"Why? He blamed me for cheating on him. YEAH RIGHT! That is the dumbest thing I think
that football head has ever said. And trust me, hes said some wild things! Plus,
he called me Lila." Helga scowled at the name.
"Lila?"
"Long story."
"Oh you mean, the girl that liked him liked him, but he never liked her liked her,
just liked her. Then after awile he started to Like her like her, but she no longer
liked him liked him. So, he payed more attention to Lila, and not you so you got
jealous because you liked Arnold, liked him. And you got really really mad." Hart
said.
Helga looked at him like he had a bug up his nose.
"Who are you!? How do you know this stuff?!"
"I get around." Hart got up to leave.
"I really think you should say 'your sorry.'" he left.
"That boy is getting weirder and weirder...." Helga said getting up, brushing away
the dried tears and moving on. Like the tough bully with a sweet inside that she
is.
"If there was only a miracle. I"M SORRY!! YOU HEAR ME?" Arnold looked up towards the ceiling.
"Arnold! calm down man! Helga will come around!" Gerald told Arnold, who looked at him with disgust.
"Listen man, were going to be docking REALLY soon! All you have to do is say 'your sorry' to her, then everything will be a-okay! She'll be back to get her stiff. Listen to me man, I know what I'm talking about!" Arnold smiled a little at his best friend.
"I guess your right Gerald." At that moment Helga came walking in.
"Gerald, get your big butt out of here!" Helga yelled swinging her white fist at his face.
"Uh, Arnold, I'm going to see what Phoebe is doing. You understand, right?" Gerald backed out of the room with his hands up in defense. Helga slammed the door behind him. She walked over to Arnold and stared him straight in the eye.
"Well?" She demanded.
"I guess, Helga, I-I-I'm s-s-s-orry......" Arnold stuttered fiddling with his four fingers.
"Well, football head, I guess you really are."
"How do you figure that?" Arnold said regretting what he said.
"Well, you sturttered."
"huh?"
"Listen, Hart taught me something. He taught me, how to tell if you really love me or not." She said finally backing out of his face.
"oh, I guess that makes sense." Arnold said looking away from her.
"Then kiss me!" Helga whipped around starring at him again.
"WHAT? What would that prove?" Arnold said backing away for a minute.
"uh-huh. Thats what I thought." Helga walked away sadley.
"What? what did you think?"
"You don't love me." Helga said.
"I-I...."
just then Gerald and Phoebe came in.
"There docking! I can see the Iffel Tower!"
"Hey, didn't we have to go through France before we got to Paris?" Helga said.
"You two were too busy going through your soap opera to see the beautiful land!" Gerald said.
Helga scowled at everyone. She was in a BAD mood. She was tired of all this crap. She knew Arnold had no feelings for her. Or did he? She was so confused. She and everyone else packed in silence, only ruffles of the clothes broke all silence. Helga just wanted to scream. Scream her anger, scream her love, scream just to scream. She was tired of the vacation, luckily it was half way done. Finally the USS Turtle Dove docked. No more Carrey, no more Hart, no more Arthur. Just Helga, Arnold, Gerald, Phoebe, and Mariam. Mariam finally was seen. No one has seen her since they first left! Luckily Helga had packed her mothers clothes. They all got on there best clothes, and walked off the ship.
"Thank Criminey that were not going back on there again!" Helga said after 20 minutes.
But the adventure continues........
