Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.

They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.

Title: "Let me be your hero"

In the last chapter of 'Let me be your hero': Helga and Arnold were playing the roles of the picture perfect in love couple at the business party which resulted in Helga finding out that the bow Arnold had bought for her had a real diamond in it rather than an artificial one as she had expected.

Arnold and Helga were met with a pair of siblings that made both of their jealousy boiling as Arnold was forced to dance with the sister while Helga spoke in a rather friendly manner with the brother.

The jealousy was shortly forgotten though once Helga seemed ready to pass out. The dress she was wearing was too tight for Megamind and that resulted in Arnold having to rip it open in order for her to breathe once more. Bob finally realized that Helga was indeed still pregnant and that he was expecting a grandson. Arnold took her home, put her to bed and eventually fell asleep holding her hand.

Author's 1st note: Not much to say except: here you go!

[As always, please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]


Chapter 45: "Blame it on the folly of youth"

Helga could feel her senses awaken and her muscles move as she stirred from her peaceful slumber. She tried stretching her fingers, as she often did once she woke up, but found them restricted by something a bit heavy on her hand. She didn't feel like waking up just yet, but curiosity overpowered her and she slowly opened her eyelids. She wasn't sure what she had expected the odd weight on her hand to be, she just knew she hadn't expected to see Arnold's face first thing in the morning. Especially not asleep sitting on her floor with his torso and arms on her bed and even one of his hands upon her own.

"Arnold…?" Helga muttered tiredly and blinked a couple of times. She stretched her fingers, attempting to wake him up by touching him. It worked. He stirred for a mere moment at least. "Arnold." she repeated in a low voice. "Why are you sleeping in my room?" she asked and looked down at herself. She was covered in her duvet, but she was still wearing the pink, now ripped, gown from last night. What happened…? The last thing I remember is… She thought and then frowned deeply before ripping her hand away from Arnold's. "Wake up already!"

Arnold woke up with a start and pulled away from the bed. He shook his head to wake himself up and then took in his surroundings. He then noticed Helga. "Helga! Are you ok?" he asked. "I'm just fine, Arnold, why wouldn't I be?" she asked with the frown still apparent on her face, but Arnold was too tired to notice at first. "Because of last night. Remember? You could barely breathe because of the dress?" he said, hoping to trigger something in her memory. She said up and looked at the dress on her body in realization. "Oh… right." She muttered and touched her temple in slight annoyance. Why can I only think about that Megan woman? It wasn't even really Arnold's fault… but he could at least have pushed her away, rejected her gently… Something!

Helga's hand went to her stomach and she waited for the morning kicks from Megamind. Arnold awaited for what felt like forever before she made a low gasp and smiled sweetly. "He's fine." She stated and looked at him. "That's good… but I was asking about you." he pointed out. He couldn't help it. There was this odd atmosphere around her. Something didn't seem quite right and he couldn't help but worry. When he asked about her health, her smile disappeared. "I just told you I'm fine." She said before throwing the duvet off of her and went towards her closet. "Now please go out while I change."

Arnold didn't move though and just frowned at Helga's odd mood. What is wrong with her? We were just fine last night, weren't we? So why is she acting so distant…? He wondered and then remembered the siblings from last night. He frowned. What was that anyway? Helga usually never gives anyone the time of day unless she already knows them. She didn't seem to know this man, she even said so herself, so… He thought and then stood up. "This isn't about last night, is it?" he asked. She was looking at me funny while I danced with Megan… Maybe she could be… a little jealous? Just maybe?

Helga quirked an eyebrow at Arnold's question. "I told Bob off. I'd say it was a pretty decent night." She stated a little crudely. "Uh, no… that's not what I meant… I'm talking about… Megan." He explained and searched her face for any sign of… anything. She just looked sternly at him though. "Why would I care about her?" she asked. Only her? Arnold repeated inside his mind and frowned once more. "Well… I did tell you I wouldn't leave you alone so…" He muttered. "I wasn't alone. I was with Megan's brother." She pointed out and Arnold felt a sting to his heart at her words. "Yes, but…" he spoke in a quiet voice, but then spoke louder. "I promised I wouldn't leave you."

"I won't feel lonely just because you leave me to dance with some woman." Helga said and turned her back to him to look inside her closet. "If anything… I'm kinda pissed on Megan's behalf." She muttered and she wasn't sure if she had meant for Arnold to hear it or not, but he did. "What do you mean?" he asked and she shrugged. "She seemed to fancy you… I'm a little disappointed in you for not even having the decency to ask her out after all that." she lied through her teeth and subconsciously told herself that jealousy was such a lousy feeling.

Arnold's shoulders slumped down and he stared at Helga in disbelief as she started rummaging through her closet. Seriously? He thought. I didn't want her to know my real feelings just yet, but… to know that I've been that good at hiding them… or maybe this is her way of telling me that she found out and don't care for them. He couldn't help but wonder if he had indeed been more of a comfortable way to escape reality, a safe harbor where she could pretend this never happened because he would probably never grow feelings for her. Well, he had grown feelings for her, strong ones even, and now he was experiencing the bitter taste that was indirect rejection. This is a million times worse than ever. He stated inside his mind before grabbing Helga's door handle and leaving her without a word. He jogged up to his room, but then halted in hope that Helga would try to stop him. When she didn't, he went inside his room with heavy steps.


As soon as Arnold had changed into something more comfortable, he had gone downstairs to help his grandma with the breakfast. She had given him a slightly funny, though mostly knowing, look and let him help her. She knew that whenever he needed to distract himself from something he would offer his help in the kitchen. Be it about his parents, his friends or a girl then cooking seemed to get his mind off things. She had a feeling that this time though it wasn't nearly as easy to just ignore one's own mind and feelings.

Helga once again caught herself doing her best to listen politely to whatever the boarders were saying to her, but once Arnold and Gertie came with the food she had to admit to herself that she still didn't have a clue what they had just talked about. Luckily, at the sight of food, no one continued the former conversation. "Oh, Arnold, you helped today?" Susie asked with a bright smile and grabbed the plate he offered her. "Yes, I… sorta felt like it today." He replied while putting Helga's plate down in front of her, avoiding any eye contact with her. Not that she tried to get any from him.

"Then it's sure to taste good!" Oskar said and made his signature laugh. "Not that your food doesn't always taste good, grandma, but Arnold is a real good cook!" Mr. Hyuhn chimed in and couldn't help but sneak a bite from the food before everyone else. Arnold smiled at the compliments and caught himself eyeing Helga. She hadn't started eating yet, but she was obviously listening. "Go ahead and try, Helga. I'm sure Phil won't mind if you just have a bite." Susie said, reminding Helga that Phil had indeed not showed up yet. Then again, they'd had raspberry pie last night if she remembered correctly so it was understandable.

Helga eyed the food on her plate. It looked good, no doubt. Her eyes quickly flickered towards Arnold, noticing how he was looking at her as well. Both teens averted their eyes though as soon as they had eye contact. Helga then shrugged visibly, sighed inwardly and used her fork to scoop up some of the food. Arnold was watching her intensely and he wasn't really sure why. She tasted the food for what felt like forever. It tastes good… She thought, but heard herself saying that she couldn't taste the difference between grandma's version and Arnold's.

Arnold sighed. What was I thinking? Did I think that her thinking I'm a good cook would make her fall in love with me or something? I'm pathetic… but… He stated inside his mind and then frowned. "Maybe you should get that Keegan guy to cook your breakfast from now on then." He said and rolled his eyes at his own words right after. Helga looked at him in confusion. "Keegan?" she repeated. Who is Keegan…? She thought. "Yeah, he told you he was a cook, right? Didn't he also invite you to his restaurant for free and everything?" he asked and he could feel his insides churn at his own words. Why am I being so hostile?

Finally, Helga recalled who Arnold was talking about. Megan's brother! She thought and scowled at the reminder. "He did mention it, I think, yeah." She answered. "Great!" Arnold said in a dramatic manner. "It would be good for you to be around him. What was it he said? Oh, right: 'I got to meet such a fascinating and beautiful woman such as yourself.' What a joke." He continued. He had meant that Keegan was the joke, not that it was a joke that he could see Helga as beautiful and fascinating. Unfortunately, that was how Helga understood it and she scowled deeply. "Good idea. While I go and eat at his restaurant, you can go join your personal sugar mommy."

"My what now?" Arnold asked in incredulity. "Megan! I heard her while you two were talking." Helga said and started flashing her eyelashes and squeezing her breasts together with the insides of her upper arms. "Oh, I will take such good care of you!" she repeated while puckering her lips. Arnold should have been mad at her words, but all he could see was her pink, luscious lips that close to his face. He wanted to kiss her right then and there, but he shoved the feeling away and decided to stay mad at her. "I don't even know what she was talking about!" he admitted. "Of course you don't. You're as dense as a brick!" Helga retorted and stood up from her seat. "I've lost my appetite." She declared and walked around the chair and out into the hallway.

Arnold gawked at Helga in disbelief. He put the plates in his hand down on the table with a loud thud and followed her. "What is your problem?!" he asked in a loud voice, causing the other boarders to gawk at each other in disbelief. Just as Arnold left the room, he passed Phil, but didn't stop nor did he even have the mind to apologize for almost knocking his grandpa to the ground. "Whoa! Where's the fire? Except in my stomach?" Phil asked and looked at the others who just shrugged. "Trouble in Paradise, eh?" Phil asked and turned to look at Arnold following Helga up the stairs before he walked into the dining room.

"Helga!" Arnold called once more and this time she stopped walking. She turned around and crossed her arms. "What?" she asked. He stopped right in front of her. "What did I do?" he asked. She frowned in confusion. "What?" she asked in disbelief. "I must have done something wrong because ever since this morning you've been acting so…" he said, but then rethought his words. "So what?" she asked though with a warning growl, but that just infuriated him all the more. "Hysterical." He declared and crossed his own arms.

Helga's eyes widened in anger and shock. "You think I'm hysterical now? Oh, I can get a lot more hysterical than this, Arnold!" she threatened, but didn't follow through with it. "I know! I've been your main source for hysteria, Helga! I was until all this happened and I thought we had moved beyond that, but I feel like we're back to square one! You're pissed at me for no reason at all, you're yelling and shouting at me and you won't even tell me why! Why?!" he asked with a bit of whimper in his voice, but Helga's own fury was like a fog hiding it from her. "Well, I guess that's just who I really am, huh? Hysterical, unreasonable and loud! You wanted the real Helga back, well, you fucking got her!" she said before turning around and continuing towards her room.

"I want all of the Helgas! Not only the bad one! And that's not even what I was talking about! Why are you so mad at me?" Arnold asked while he followed her. Helga grabbed her door handle on exhaled sharply. "You really don't have a clue?" she asked and he put his arms up in confusion as a reply. "Of course. Just like always." She announced and turned to walk slowly towards him and he walked back a few steps. "You have no idea what I'm thinking even just one percent of the time. You never have… You would think that living with me for a half year would have had some impact!" she shouted before pushing him at his chest. Once she did that, he lost his balance and was about to fall to the floor. Before he did though, she managed to grab his hand and pull him back up.

Arnold and Helga gazed into each other's eyes, hoping to find some sort of truth within them. Anger, sadness, jealousy, love, every single feeling within them flashed in their eyes, but they were all mashed up together in a turmoil of emotions. Everything just came crashing down on the both of them as their lips locked into a desperate kiss. They searched for a meaning behind the fighting, a reason to feel this jealous over someone they did not own and yet wanted to be fully theirs.

Helga was the one to pull away. She looked at Arnold's lips for a moment before biting her own and then turning around. He stared at her in disbelief as she opened her door, walked inside and closed it. "Helga!" he called dumbfounded and went to knock on the door. "You can't just kiss me and then leave me!" he said as he banged on the door. "I can do whatever the hell I want!" she insisted as she stood up against the door. She had locked it, yet she felt she had to hold it in order for him not to enter. "That's not what I meant! Why…" he started and let his forehead rest against the door. "Why are you so confusing and infuriating today? You don't listen to what I say, you only hear what you want to and I… I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

Helga could feel the tears start to prick at the corner of her eyes. She wanted to open the door and throw her arms around Arnold's neck. Ignore the sting in her chest and just kiss him, pretend that he loved her just as much as she loved him. But she couldn't do that, so she inhaled deeply before sliding down to the floor. "Go take…" she started and exhaled once more. "… a long walk on a short pier."

Arnold opened his eyes and looked at the door as if he expected to be able to see Helga's facial expression through it. He smiled, but the smile was filled with hurt and anger. Without a word, he let his hands slide off the door and he walked backwards. Taking a couple of deep breaths, he finally turned to the side and walked down the stairs. He could feel his family's eyes on him as he passed the dining room, but he continued walking through the hallway. He put his sock-clad feet into his shoes and ran outside, forgetting to close the door behind him.

"Shortman?" Phil asked and looked at his grandson running outside. "At least put on a jacket! It's freezing cold out there!" he yelled, but Arnold was already too far away to hear him. He wasn't sure where he was going or if the cold surrounding him came from the weather or from Helga's words. He just kept switching between walking, jogging and sometimes running until he wasn't even sure where he was anymore. He looked up at the sky and gazed at the gray clouds, wondering if it would rain soon, but not staying to find out. He kept walking until he recognized the dock he and Helga once had hung out on at Thanksgiving. He and Helga had gotten so close lately… What had gone wrong? He smiled melancholically before sitting down and looking at the few boats and ships passing by. He wasn't sure for how long he stayed there. Only that he barely felt the raindrops hitting his cheeks as tears also streamed down his face.


Arnold was starting to feel numb when something in the weather changed. He didn't even notice it at first, but the rain wasn't touching him anymore. When he realized that, he looked up only to see some pink fabric above him. "Seems familiar, doesn't it?" a female voice asked, a voice that he recognized as the one that could both break him and fix him and so he turned around to look at Helga with child-like eyes. She was giving him a small smile as she held an umbrella over his head, successfully covering him from the rain. The raindrops were trickling down her hair and onto her coat, but she didn't move the umbrella towards herself at all.

"I didn't mean for you to literally take a walk on a pier." Helga said in more seriousness than Arnold had expected as she sat down next to him, making sure that the umbrella never left his head. "Besides, you're doing it wrong. The expression tells you to jump into the water, but here you are." She said jokingly this time, but the smile on her face was gone. Arnold didn't know how to react to this. After having a huge fight with Helga, something he hadn't had for quite some time, she had come to find him out in the rain? What was he supposed to make out of all this?

"So… what are we doing?" Helga asked, hinting that she was mostly asking what the heck Arnold was up to. He frowned a bit, but moved closer to her to force her to cover herself with the umbrella as well. "I'm sulking on a pier… I don't have a clue what you're doing." He replied, hoping for an actual answer this time around. She looked deep into his eyes it seemed, pondering how she should reply for a moment before cocking her head to the side. Arnold turned to look over his shoulder and noticed the Packard parked on the street. "I'm picking you up is what I'm doing." She said and he turned to look at her again. "So get up before you catch a cold."

As if on cue, Arnold sneezed. His hands went to cover his nose and he looked shyly at Helga who rolled her eyes. "Come on." She said, stood up and offered him her hand. He eyed it for a moment, thinking that she somehow seemed like his guardian angel right now and took then took her hand and let her help him up from the wet and cold dock. Arnold made sure to hold on tight to her hand as she walked towards the Packard. He didn't know if she had planned to let go of his hand again once he was up, but he wasn't letting her. He felt like a stubborn and greedy child, but he needed her to keep being like this for as long as possible.

Once Helga made a motion indicating that she'd let go of Arnold's hand, only to open the car though, he swung her around and crashed his lips against hers. She didn't make a sound nor did she push him away. It was as if she had just been waiting for him to lose his patience and kissing her once more. She let him have his way for a moment before gently pushing at his chest. "Let's go home." She said and tried to turn around to open the Packard once again, but he swung her around and her back hit the car door before she could even put the key in. The water drops from his hair tickled her cheeks as he just gazed at her for a moment before kissing her. She could feel a small moan escape her mouth and he subconsciously moved closer to her. He held onto her waist while she dropped the umbrella and grabbed his biceps, pulling him as close to her as possible. Their kiss was desperate and frantic until he finally seemed to calm down, both his anger and fear subsiding and he let her open the car and they drove home.


"You idiot…" Helga muttered in absolute annoyance. "S-Sorry…" Arnold replied and hid his nose and mouth under his duvet. It was now a couple of hours ago since Helga had picked Arnold up on the pier and it was also a couple of hours ago since they both realized that he had gotten himself quite sick. He had a high fever and a bit of a running nose, but mostly the fever was making his head spin. Luckily for the both of them, or rather all three, Helga hadn't gotten sick as well despite the kiss.

"Who gets a cold in the middle of April? Criminy!" Helga exclaimed before placing the food tray with a small bowl on it onto Arnold's lap. He flinched a bit at the rough way she had done it, but he tried to sit up and looked at the food. "What is it?" he asked as he eyed the white oatmeal looking food. "Wheat germ." She answered and he looked at her in confusion. "Germ?" he repeated and she rolled her eyes. "It's full of essential vitamins and fats. It gives your immune system a boost and it's high on vitamin E. It's made of yogurt and oatmeal. Dig in."

"My… grandma didn't make this, right?" Arnold asked. Usually whenever he was sick, Gertie would cook him the most unfitting meal one could imagine for a sick person. This didn't seem tasty per se, but it looked nutritious. "Hell no!" Helga replied to Arnold's question and he looked at her. "You think I'd trust that woman to cook for you while you're sick? Nu-uh. I love Gertie, don't ever question that, but the woman doesn't have a clue about illness and disease."

"Then who made this?"

"I did. Doi."

"You?!"

"Why does that disturb you so much? You're forgetting, Football Head, that I didn't have people to take care of me at home if I was sick. I needed to figure this stuff out on my own. Now, eat up. This is good for you." Helga said and waved for him to move. He pulled closer to the wall, creating room for her to sit next to him and she grabbed the spoon from the bowl. "Eat." She ordered without a hint of the shyness she was undoubtedly feeling inside. Arnold blushed heavily, but his already red cheeks covered that perfectly as he took the spoon into his mouth and let Helga feed him.

"Now, was that so horrible?" Helga asked as she stirred the wheat germ with the spoon. "Not nearly as horrible as I had expected." Arnold answered with a sour face and she looked at him. "Is that revenge for earlier?" she asked and he nodded heavily. His hand instantly went to his head though as the headache due to the fever became worse thanks to his rocking with the head. "Keep your football shaped head still, would you?" she said before offering him more of the wheat germ. He ate it slightly reluctantly, but only because he was still a little mad about earlier. She stirred the bowl with the spoon for a moment before she sighed. "I'm sorry, ok?"

Arnold gawked at Helga in disbelief. "Your food does taste good, ok? I was just still in a pissed mood." She admitted. "An apology and a compliment from Helga Geraldine Pataki… The world stands no longer." He said with sarcasm in his voice, but when she turned to scowl at him he was wearing the biggest, dopiest and happiest grin she'd ever seen. "If you weren't sick, I'd slap you silly." She warned despite feeling shy because of the way he was looking at her, but he just shook his head slowly. "No, you wouldn't." he stated simply and she frowned at him because she knew it was the truth just as much as he did.

"Go to sleep. If going to school tomorrow should be a realistic opportunity then you'll need to recover soon." Helga said as she removed the bowl to his nightstand. "Wait." Arnold said before grabbing her right hand with his left, successfully stopping her from leaving. "Would you be lonely without me in school?" he asked with his eyes still glazed and a dopy grin on his face. Helga blushed at his words. "You're talking fever talk. Let go." She said and struggled only a little bit against him. Phil had already told her that whenever Arnold had a fever he would become like this and most of the time he couldn't remember much from during his fever.

Arnold didn't let Helga go, rather he grabbed her other wrist and forced her up on her knees next to him on the bed. She was hovering above him and gawking at his bold move; fever or not. "I would be lonely here without you… while you go to school." He admitted with a bit of a slur in his voice. Helga felt her heart speed up, but she tried to ignore it. "I-I'm not skipping school just because you're sick." She stuttered, but he shook his head. "Not what I meant to say…" he said before pulling her down towards him. Even in his state of fever, he remembered that he didn't want her to catch his cold and so he kissed her forehead rather than her mouth, which had been so much more tempting.

When Arnold let his mouth fall away from Helga's forehead, his head fell to the side and he seemed asleep. His grip on her wrists loosened, but she didn't move away. Sweet idiot… She thought as she remembered how these little kisses somehow made her stomach tingle more than whenever their kisses were heated. With a smile, she moved down to his chin and gave it a gentle kiss. "Goodnight." She whispered before moving away, believing that she had just wished a good sleep to an already sleeping Arnold. Yeah…as if I'm gonna sleep now. He thought with a deep blush and hid himself under the duvet.


The next morning Arnold still didn't feel well enough to join Helga for school. Phil told her that he had made quite the racket because of it and that alone proved that his fever was still too high. Helga felt a sulk run through her as she knocked on his door, attempting to give a short goodbye before going to school on her own. He didn't answer when she knocked, but she walked in anyhow. "Arnold?" she asked in a low voice, but he still didn't answer. She believed he was asleep, but in reality, he was sulking just as much as her. He wanted to go to school with Helga, but his stupid grandpa had refused him to. Why did a little fever have to stop him?! But he had to admit that everything felt kind of blurry and he wasn't sure if Helga's voice calling his name just now was real or something in his mind. A dream perhaps?

"I'm sorry…" Helga muttered and went to sit on the couch a little away from Arnold. "I know you're not listening because you're asleep, but I need to say it anyway." She muttered and sighed. "I'm sorry for being so bitchy yesterday… You didn't deserve that since you… did nothing wrong really. It was just me being possessive… over something that doesn't even belong to me." She said with a sad chuckle. Possessive over something that doesn't belong to her? What is she talking about? This dream makes no sense… He thought half-asleep.

"I guess I just, without even knowing it, started to feel that… well, since New Year's Eve… that we somehow belonged to each other, which is kinda stupid… Some kisses here and there don't really mean anything when we're teenagers, right…? We haven't even talked about how we… feel about the whole thing… but I got conceited and possessive anyway because that's what I do around you… What I have always done around you… and probably always will, especially now that we're living together in the same building… I'm just sorry that… I can't keep my feelings under control and I'm sorry you ended up sick because of me. You got sick just because I was… jealous." Helga admitted and hid her face between her knees and behind her arms.

Jealous? Arnold barely managed to repeat inside his mind. There was no way Helga could have been jealous of Megan and over him so it had to be a dream… It was, right? Arnold didn't dare turning around and asking her, afraid that he'd break the illusion if he did. "I lied back then, Arnold…" Helga said in a muffled voice. She was barely aware of what she was saying anymore. She felt safe talking to a sleeping Arnold and she needed to get the words out in order to keep them locked in afterwards. She couldn't keep going around and being jealous of every single girl that came along his way, especially not since she wasn't even his girlfriend. "I lied back in fourth grade when you asked me if… if what I said at the roof of the FTI building was in the heat of the moment. I wasn't ready for you to know of my feelings and I don't know if I am now, but… I need to at least say them out loud just once if I'm supposed to carry on being around you 24/7… You probably don't even know what I'm talking about."

Arnold was staring with big eyes at the wall in front of him. Don't know what she's talking about? How could he not! Those words she had spoken that early morning had in the beginning haunted his every though and later dominated his actions against her. He could still remember how rotten he had felt to have taken advantage of Helga's feelings for him during April Fool's back in elementary school, and then later had asked himself how he even knew her birthday to begin with. He could only ever remember Gerald's birthday, but now Helga's had been edged into his mind just after those words. How could he not remember what she was talking about?

Helga took a deep breath. Say it, old girl… Arnold's asleep, he's not listening. You can say it, without any consequences, and once it's said then you can act normally around him again. She thought and exhaled slowly. "I love you." she said simply and Arnold felt the air escape his lungs. Helga smiled and chuckled in embarrassment. "There. I said it… I didn't say it in the heat of the moment back then and I lied more than I ever had my entire life when I said that I did… and I have told a lot of lies through my life. Blame it on the folly of youth. I just needed to admit it just once. Sleep tight, Arnold. I'll be back home tonight, ok?" she said before standing up from the couch. I just said it out loud to Arnold! He's sleeping, but still… She thought happily and left the room.

Arnold kept staring at the wall. He was purely stunned, didn't know what to say or even think. Was he even breathing? He inhaled sharply to make sure that he was indeed alive, but then came the next question… had that just been a dream or had Helga indeed just confessed her love to him once more? Had he truly heard her say the words 'I love you' and meant them? Blame it on the folly of youth, she said… He thought before covering himself with the duvet once more. Then blame it on the folly of youth as I dare hope that wasn't a dream!


Author's 2nd note: Yes! That just happened! xD Mwuaha! And you'll have to wait for tomorrow to figure out how this little confession will play out :P