Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold or it's characters.
Note: This story is set after the Hey Arnold! The Jungle Movie. But given the nature of this story, I am going through the series in chronological order. So, even if you are brand new to Hey Arnold! and have basic knowledge of the show, I welcome you. I welcome anyone who appreciates the shows I love.
Chapter 1,
"It was just a suggestion!" Helga shouted. They were on the roof of the boarding house, to have some privacy. But with the way Helga was yelling, Arnold was sure that all of downtown heard her.
"Look, I already told your father, I won't work at the Beeper Emporium. It's a dying business, and I don't want to be stuck under his thumb." Arnold said and Helga groaned.
"All I said is that dad thought you might have a few ideas to save that old business of his! That's all!" Helga said and Arnold walked up to her and got in her face.
"'That's all'? You said that in front of my mother, who thought it was a great opportunity. I don't know why I ever thought you would be a good girlfriend!" Arnold said and Helga gasped.
"Excuse me, what is that suppose to mean?" Helga asked and Arnold scoffed.
"I mean you keep pestering me to work for you're father, and you keep bullying me, I mean you barely let me hold your hand. It's like we aren't even a couple." Arnold said. They had been fighting for a little while, so Arnold was really worked up.
"Arnold... you don't know what you're saying." Helga said, hurt by his words.
"Stop telling me what I do or do not know, Helga. Do you know what I think? I think this relationship was a big mistake!" Arnold said. Helga lifted her hand up to her heart, as if to hold it together. Arnold didn't see this, though, because he turned his back towards her.
"Football head, you don't even know half the stuff I've done for you!" Helga shouted. She was always wonderful and throwing back some off comment. Sometimes she was a little too good at it.
"I'm sick of these lies, Helga! You claim to love me, but you're terrible to me! You claim to do nice things for me, but you always pull pranks on me! You claim to be my girlfriend, but you're just s bully! I don't think that I want to be with you anymore!" Arnold shouted and Helga gasped.
"But, Arnold-"
"Forget it, Helga! Go jump off a building for all I care!" Arnold said and he left the roof and went down to his room.
"Hey there, Shortman." Grandpa Phil said and Arnold sighed.
"Grandpa, please. I'm really not in the mood." Arnold said and Phil sat down on Arnold's bed and patted the seat beside him.
"Don't you think you're being a tad rough on Helga, kiddo?" Grandpa asked as Arnold sat down.
"Maybe a little, but I'm just so darn mad. Isn't it healthy to argue in a relationship, though?" Arnold asked and his grandpa paused to touch his face thoughtfully.
"Well, technically it can be healthy since it teaches you that you can get angry and make up with someone you love, and still be with them. And studies HAVE shown that couples who don't argue before they get married are twice more likely to get divorced... But Shortman, you told her to jump off a building and then left her alone on the roof." Phil said and Arnold blinked.
"So what? Helga's the toughest person I've ever met, and she really wouldn't jump off the roof, just because I said she could." Arnold said and Phil shrugged.
"Maybe, and maybe not, Shortman. You've seen her family, and how they treat her. She loves you with all her little heart, and if she thought you were being genuine, who knows what she would do." Phil said and Arnold was so angry that his face turned red.
"So what are you saying? If I want to stay with Helga, I need to let her push me around all the time?" Arnold asked and Phil sighted.
"Of course, not. All I'm saying is that maybe you should at least go up there and get her off the roof before she does something drastic." Phil said and this time Arnold sighed. He stood up and opened the window to the roof.
"-Back Right Now, You Feathered Rat!" Helga shouted and Arnold stared at her. She was chasing around a pigeon, for some reason. He didn't know why she was chasing it, until the sun glinted off a golden object the bird had in it's beak. It had Helga's locket.
"Helga, be careful!" Arnold said.
"What's wrong, Shortman?" Phil asked.
"A pigeon stole Helga's locker and she's chasing it around like a madman." Arnold said as he climbed unto the roof.
"Madwoman, Arnold." Phil said as he followed his grandson.
"Oh, just help me!" Arnold said.
"Helga, let it go! It's just a stupid locket!" Phil said and Helga gasped.
"It's not just a stupid locket!" Helga exclaimed, jumping to catch the pigeon in the air. It flew over to the edge of the roof.
"It's MY stupid locket!" Helga said, running towards the bird.
"Helga!" Arnold said when she jumped towards it.
"You just don't under- AHH!" The pigeon moved and Helga skidded off the edge of the building. She quickly grabbed the corner of the brick building, so she didn't fall to her death.
"Arnold!" Helga said when she felt her fingers slipping. Arnold and his grandfather rushes towards her, but they were a split second too late. Helga fell and crashed against the garbage can below. Arnold stared in horror, searching for any sign of life.
"Oh no. I'll call the ambulance, Shortman." Phil said, pulling the phone out of his pocket, and dialing the desired number. Arnold ran off the roof, out the front door, and over to Helga. He grabbed her hand and caressed her face.
"Helga?" Arnold asked. She was breathing, but she appeared to be asleep. He was deeply concerned about Helga; so when the ambulance came, he rode with her to the hospital.