Chapter 3: My Body Is Trying to Tell Me Something

Cafeteria

Gerald was sitting at the table, enjoying his sandwich until he noticed his best friend staring at the empty bag of pork rinds. "Man would you quit staring at that thing and eat already?!"

Arnold wasn't sure why, but seeing it on the floor in front of Helga's locker, after having that dream, made him think there must be some sort of connection.

"Alright! Pork Rinds!" the boys heard Harold yell from behind.

Gerald calmly yet bluntly replied "Hate to disappoint you Bubba, but the bag's empty."

"Aww gee…." Harold moaned, while walking towards another table. Arnold thought about the conversation he had with Phil earlier that morning. It was hard to tell if he liked Helga when she was always messing with him.

"Mm,mm,mmm! That boy needs help." Gerald shook his head, before turning back to see Arnold still hadn't taken his eyes off the bag.

"Alright man, what's on your mind? We don't keep secrets from each other." Gerald put down his sandwich and said in a firm tone.

Listening in on the conversation from behind a trash can was Helga. After seeing the bag fall in front of her locker, reading the side effects, and seeing her at night, could he be putting it all together?

The blonde girl gulped as she carefully scooted behind the can, just close enough to hear Arnold's response.

"I'm starting to wonder if I like Helga."

While Arnold said this easily, milk squirted out of Gerald's nose. After catching his breath, Gerald asked "Arnold, what did you just say?"

While Helga tried not to swoon, she listened to Arnold explain the situation to Gerald, and wonder what he could do about it?

"Do you think I should say something to her Gerald?" Arnold asked hopefully.

"Well that depends...are you looking for a date with her or ol' betsy?"

Arnold rolled his eyes as he continued to listen to his friend say "Look man, sleepwalking Is just something crazy people do in their sleep when they can't get something off their mind."

Thinking about this made Arnold wonder if Helga's subconscious was trying to tell him something she would never be able to. What if Helga was on his mind frequently? If only there was a way to find out how he felt about her.

A Few Hours Later

Arnold was walking home, still not having set own that empty bag of junk food. After watching the animals race out of the boarding house, Phil called Arnold into the kitchen "That you short man?"

Arnold sighed while entering the room and said "Yeah it's me.'

Phil gave a perplexed look and asked "What the matter? Your cranky friend climbing up the side of someone else's house? Hehe."

HE-YAW! Pookie said, as she chopped the melon for dinner.

Arnold then asked "Grandpa, how do you know if you have feelings for someone?"

Phil turned back to look at wife and said "If you're willing to put up with that type of behavior, I'd say you got all kinds of mixed feelings."

Arnold placed the bag in front of Phil, as Phil began to chuckle and said "Well, this will be an easy one to solve"

Arnold lifted an eyebrow as Phil asked "Are you trying to walk to her?"

The blonde boy's eyes then lit up as he had a risky plan he had suddenly devised. "No, but I'll be right back. I just need something from the store.

The Corner Store

Mrs. Johanson was finishing up her shift when she called to her manager "I'm heading out for the night."

Just as she said this, she saw Arnold in front of her.

"Oh hey Arnold. How have you been?"

Arnold rubbed his neck and replied "Pretty good. I just need to check this out if you wouldn't mind staying open another minutes?

Sorry about the short chapters. Been busy lately, and these drowsy meds aren't helping me.

Mrs. Johanson happily turned the register as Arnold approached her with an unusual item..