I do not own Hey Arnold.
Arnold and Helga were working together on a Thursday after school in her room. Mr. Simmons assigned them to work together on an essay project for English Class.
Arnold cleared his throat. "So, how should we set up our body paragraphs? Any ideas Helga?"
She simply shrugged in response and stood up. "I couldn't decide, besides my brain feels fried after finishing just the introductory paragraph. I'm going to head downstairs to get a quick snack. You want anything football-nerd?"
Arnold sighed. "No thanks. I'm good."
"Suit yourself. Be back in a few." She responded and closed the door.
He set his homework to the side and looked around at her room. It wasn't very huge but it looked nonetheless cool. He stood up and wandered around until his eyes glimpsed something shiny far back into her closet. Arnold debated going towards it because it was an invasion of privacy, but something told him that he should be curious enough to take a peek.
And that's what he did.
He walked into her closet and slid the clothes out of the way slowly to reveal the object that caught his attention. It was a red heel without it's pair in sight. For some odd reason Arnold had a flashback to a day that he occasionally thought about.
[Arnold stood on his porch looking from a red heel in his hands to the sky above with wonder.]
Immediately, he snapped back into reality and dropped the shoe out of his hands. He could hear Helga's footsteps starting up the stairs and he quickly set the red heel back where it was in the closet and shut the door. The door opened to the room revealing Helga with a Yahoo soda and a bag of chips in her hand. Arnold stood awkwardly in the middle of the room gulping.
"Whoa football head. You look paler than usual. Are you feeling alright?" She said asked with a concerned expression across her face.
"Y-Yeah! All is good with me! Thanks for agreeing to meet up at your place today. I have to go now-"
"Really? We only finished the introductory paragraph. Why so soon?"
Arnold knew he'd have to make up an excuse for leaving and quickly thought of one. The last thing he could handle was being in front of her right now after finding the object.
"Well I promised my Grandpa that I would help him cook dinner tonight but tomorrow night we can work on the essay together at the boarding house. Is that alright with you?"
Helga blinked and didn't say anything for a moment and then shrugged casually. "Sure. Whatever floats your boat-"
"Thanks! Bye Helga! See you tomorrow! Take care!"
"Uh, same to you Ar-"
Before she could finish, he ran out of the room and shut the door. Helga stood staring at the door in confusion and shook her head.
'What's up with him?' She thought.