A/N: To start, I just want to thank everyone who said that they hope I feel better, haha. I'm actually doing a lot better now. But most importantly, to everyone who's been putting this story in their favorites and reviewing it, thanks a bunch. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

"Phoebe! You scared the crap out of me!" Helga shouted, her hand placed over her chest.

"I'm very sorry. I tried calling you at your house but your dad told me you went out. And well, I think I know you enough to know what that means."

Helga smiled slightly. It was as if Phoebe had a sixth sense…she always seemed to know when Helga had a huge blowup with one of her parents, and each time, she was there for her. "Thanks, Pheebs. I was just leaving now to see if you were home. Is it okay if—"

"You know you don't have to ask, Helga. You're always welcome to stay at my house." Phoebe smiled warmly, pulling her best friend into a hug. "If you don't mind me asking, though, why are you leaving so late? The only times that you stayed later were the times when you…well, slept here."

"I-I kinda met up with Arnold." Helga knew that she would have to talk about everything that just happened moments ago, but she didn't exactly want to replay it in her mind.

"Oh, really? Are you two okay now?"

"Well…I thought we were…" Her voice trailed off as she started to feel the tears forming in her eyes, walking alongside of Phoebe.

"What do you mean, you thought?" Phoebe inquired, confusion evident in her voice.

Helga sighed deeply. "Everything was solved. I finally forgave him…heck, I even told him about the fight I had with Bob. And then, before I knew it, we were kissing."

"You and Arnold kissed? Helga, that's great!" She stopped once she saw the down look on her friend's face. "I'm guessing he ran away from you right after?"

"Yup. He made up the, 'I really have to go, I'll see you later' excuse, and took off. Please Phoebe, he's probably disgusted right now. Watch the next time I see him he's going to pretend that nothing even happened."

"Perhaps he was just a bit shocked. It was quite a sudden move, maybe he just needs some time to think about what happened. I'm sure everything will be fine."

"I hope you're right, Pheebs. I can't handle rejection again."

"Let's just hope for the best. For all you know he could be very happy right now.





"Gerald, I am so confused and frustrated right now!" Arnold groaned, falling back onto his bed with the phone in his hands.

There was silence for quite some time, until Gerald finally spoke up. "Y-You kissed Helga…"

"YES, Gerald. I kissed Helga. That's the fifth time you've said that in the last two minutes."

"I'm sorry man it's just..." he sighed, "what were you thinking?"

"I don't know! We were in such a deep conversation and it just…happened."

"You're gonna have to face her sooner or later, Arnold."

"I choose later. Much later."

"At least she got suspended. Now you have at least a little bit more time to think about it. But seriously, that was so bold of you. You finally thought that you regained her trust, and then you just…ruined it."

Arnold groaned once again, placing his hand on his forehead. "There has to be someway I can get around this."

"I knew this was going to happen…"

"…You knew what was going to happen?"

"Dude, face it. You might now realize it now…but you're falling for Helga."

Arnold sat up straight, feeling a wave of dizziness. "Gerald…y-you've got to be kidding me. I-I mean, I just kissed her—"

"Just kissed her? There's a reason why you kissed her, Arnold."

"Ugh, I know but…I'm not falling for her, okay? Maybe it was just the heat of the moment, like what she told me that time on top of the FTI building."

"Yeah right. It was a lie then, and it's a lie now."

"Gerald, shut up. I do not like her like that, okay? I'm gonna go, I'm really tired."

"Alright, fine. But I just have one more question."

"What?"

"Did you enjoy the kiss?"

Arnold paused for the longest time, his mind racing. He shook his head, and sighed. "I'll see you tomorrow, Gerald."

"Ha! See? You can't even answer my—" Arnold hung up, and fell back onto his bad again, staring up at his ceiling. 'I guess I did enjoy it…even though I have no idea why I kissed her in the first place. I shouldn't have run away from her, though…that probably just screwed things up even more. She's probably just as confused as I am…' His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a soft knock on his door. "Come in."

His door opened slowly, and his Grandpa walked in. "Hey Shortman, what are you doing still up at this time?"

"I was just…thinking, Grandpa."

"You need some advice?"

"I…yeah, I do. See, there's this girl…."

"Lila? Ruth? Any other girl that you were crazy about?"

Arnold blushed a bit, and shook his head. "No, Grandpa. It's Helga…"

"Holy moly! You have a crush on her now? The girl with the pink bow and pink dress who never leaves you alone?"

"NO! I don't. It's something else. You see, I was dared to write her this fake love note at a party, and she got it…so I had to pretend to actually love her. But she found out when we were on our date the other night…"

"Well, that stinks."

"…and it took me all this time to regain her trust. I met up with her at the park tonight and we talked a lot. We finally got everything solved, she was telling me about her personal life…and then…"

"You kissed her?"

Arnold stopped, looking at him. "Y-yeah. And to make matters worse, I—"

"You ran away from her?"

"…Yeah. I screwed up again. What should I do?"

"Well, Arnold…you have to explain to her that you didn't mean anything by it. That is, unless you do." He laughed wholeheartedly, and then cleared his throat once he saw the serious look on Arnold's face. "There's a reason why you kissed her, and before you even think about talking to her, you have to figure out what that reason is. Because if you lie to her again, she'll probably never, ever, ever, ever, ever…"

"Grandpa, I think I get it. She'll never trust me again for as long as she lives."

"You've got that right. Now get some sleep, Shortman. You have school in the morning."

"Okay, goodnight Grandpa. And thanks."

"Anytime, Arnold. Anytime." He closed the door behind him, leaving Arnold by himself once again.

'Maybe the reason why I kissed her was because the moment just felt right. Or maybe I felt bad for her…no…it wasn't that. Maybe it was because…'

Arnold's thoughts stopped short as he yawned, and fell into a deep sleep for the rest of the night.

A/N: So, we still don't know what the reason was. I still have a lot of ideas for the upcoming chapters. Gosh, I don't even know when this story is going to end. But oh well. Feel free to make any predictions and comments about this chapter, or the next chapter. I'll have it posted by next week, no doubt. See ya.