The Visit, Chapter Two
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold. This story, However, IS mine, so don't take without permission. :)
Author's Notes: Helga is 14, same with Arnold and Pheobe, except Harold, Rhonda, and Big Patty are 15.
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As I was staring at Arnold, he asks, "Hey, Helga, you ok with all of that? Me coming over earlier?" My eyes blinked realy fast as I lost what I was thinking about how bad he was going to think of me after he visits, and I responded, accidentally weakly, "Uhm, yeh, Arnold, I guess." I slowly turned my head back to the window. We had just dropped off Stinky, and we were on the way to Harold's house. As it stopped by his house, Harrold got his back-pack out of the seat behind him, and started walking to the exit of the bus. Just before he went past me, he took his arm and swung it accross the back of my head.
"You little, I swear Harrold, I am gunna KICK YOUR ASS!" I stood up in my seat, screaming at Harrold about how I was somehow going to get him back, before I felt someone's hand on my shoulder pull me down. "Listen, Arnold, this is between me and Harrold!!!" I growled at him.
"Yea, well, HARROLD just got off the bus...besides, he isn't worth it, you know he is a jerk! He always acts that way, towards everybody." The expression on my face softened, and I responded saying, "Ya...I guess your right." After saying that, I returned to my before stance of staring out of the window toward the houses and away from Arnold. I was ashamed, and ready to be even more ashamed.
"Helga, this is your stop." I heard Arnold say, suddenly, after what seemed like twenty minutes of waiting for that dreadful time. It was only about five minutes, though. I sighed loudly, as I watched Arnold get his back- pack, and go out of the seat so I could also. I took my back-pack out of the seat that was in back of us, and followed Arnold off of the bus.
We both watched the bus drive away, and I turned to Arnold, with a pleading look on my face, and said, "Arnold, please, don't mind my parents. They are a little...un-involved." He looked at me suspiciously, wondering what I meant and proclaimed, "Well, Helga, they couldn't be THAT bad..."
I stared at him and then turned to go to my house, saying, "What, you wanna bet? I've lived with them all my life." He caught up with me the few steps I was in front of him, and said, "Well, whatever, lets just go inside."
"Ya, I was going to do that, football head." I said in my annoying, push- over voice. He didn't let it get to him, obviously. I turned the yellow knob which would open to my so called 'home,' and walked inside. "Mirirummm, I'm Home!" I yelled out. From the kitchin, I could hear her mumble, "Yeh dear, great, uh huh...."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Arnold's Point of View~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Her mom was obviously half awake, and I followed Helga into the kitchen. "Um, Mirirum, this is my friend Arnold. He is over here to help me with, a uhhh...uhm..School project! Ya."
"Ya, ya...great....ya...*starts snoring*"
"Ugh, let's go Arnoldo, nothing can be done HERE." I heard Helga snear. I liked Helga's mom, but I guessed that maybe she had just, well...stayed up all night. Not a big deal. "See, Arnold, She is always like that," Helga said, while going up the stairs. We then heard Big Bob screaming at the TV, which was on a sports channel, and Helga continued, "...and Big BOB is always like THAT, also..." She gave a scowl at her own words, and continued up the steps as I followed.
The walk up was really intresting. Her long blonde hair waving with every step she took, her legs swaying gracefully along with her stride. Her beauty was magnificent. I only wished that she could see that. I know inside, that she isn't as mean as she puts forth, and says. If you think about it, she is all a mystery.
"Well, football head, this is my room." She said, while trying to secretly roll her eyes. I saw it, as I have good peripheral vision, and I said, "Oh, well, com'on, lets go inside."
"Um, well, can't we go to the park, or something?" I heard Helga hesitantly ask. I didn't want to go to the park, it was going to rain anyway, and I didn't want to be stuck out in the rain. What was she hiding from me that she didn't want me to see?
"I don't want to go to the park, plus, there is 70% chance that it will rain today, so I am deffinatly not going out today. We can talk and do homework in your room, it is just as well as being outside." I responded to her question. I saw her roll her eyes, and look away from me and her room. I creaked the door open, and saw the contents in her room. It had a queen sized bed, with an Indigo colored comforter, and some undersheets lay underneath, the same color. Her room was surprisingly clean, compared to most teenagers in the school, and a radio was on, as I could hear little muffle sounds, like the radio was turned down real low. The radio that I could slightly hear was sitting beside her bed on a table, that was obviously used for studying, and such. I went inside, and noticed that there was also a nicely decorated dresser, and a closet with two sliding doors to open it.
"Wow, I like your room Helga." I said. I really did like it, but I noticed that her expressions of her sensitive side must be hidden somewhere here in it. I heard her mumble something like, "Sure, yeh, glad you like it whatever." Under her breath, and then she just pulled me in after standing in the doorway for a few minutes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Helga's point of view~~~~~~~~~~~~
HAH! Arnold liking my room? It was fairly normal, I thought, and boring. There was no TV in there, only a stupid radio. As I pulled Arnold inside, I sat him on the bed. For all I knew, he would probably just stand in my room, because he was too afraid of what I'd do to him. Maybe pound him, but I wouldn't do that. I had only hit him once, and that was on accident when I was younger, with a baseball, while playing the game. He looked surprised when I sat him on the bed, and I could see that he was tense. Was he getting ready for me to hit him?
I giggled, and he looked at me, and asked, "What, what's so f-funny?" I smiled at him and said, "Nothing, football head, you just look so...tense." He gave me a look of suspicioun, and I turned on the radio that I had been listening to the day before. I laid down on my bed, and listened to the gloomy music as it filled my soul once again, and the lonliness came back to me.
"Helga, can we turn the music? I don't like this." Arnold asked me. He had a thing in his voice, like he was trying to keep from crying, but obviously he wasn't because his eyes weren't watering, or anything.
"Why Arnold? There's nothing wrong with it." He looked at me like I was crazy and said, "Helga, yes, I think there is. All this music talks about is suicide, death, rape, murder, and depressing things."
I looked at Arnold, and while doing that thought about what he was saying. He was right, but somehow the music made me feel at ease, and in place with the world. Maybe fitting me in with a catagory? I wasn't sure. "Well, I like this music..." I said, putting a tinge of offendance in with it to make him feel quilty. I could tell he was, but he didn't say sorry or anything, but he didn't turn the music, either.
"Helga, I am going to start on my homework. You with me?" He asked. Strands of his blonde hair had went infront of his eyes, and I couldn't see them. I wanted to see them, so much. His eyes were like the green grass, so full of life and joy. Like supporting young and innocent children while playing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Arnold's Point of View~~~~~~~~~
Helga was looking oddly at my face, and I asked, "Helga, is there something wrong? Why do you keep looking at me like that?" She started blinking after I said that, and rudely said, "Nothing is wrong, football head. It's just that...just that..." I could tell that she was trying to find an excuse for her wierd look, and then she looked down to the floor, and continued on, "..it's just that I wanted to see your eyes." I thought it really odd she say that, but I came nearer to her, and lifted her face up to look at me. Then, after she was looking at me, I removed my blonde hair away from my eyes, so she could see them. Her blue eyes lit up, and she smiled weakly at my act, and I smiled back.
She looked so lively then. It was accually the first time I had seen her eyes light up like that. We were so close to each other, it was surprising. The last time I had been this close to her was when I was hugging her that day when- I found her crying.
I slightly got uncomfortable and scooted a little bit away and asked nervously, "Uh...Helga, you know that one day I found you crying?"
"Uh huh, what about it football head?" She asked, a bit distastefully that I had brought it up. Her smile was gone, and she was looking at the ground again. I asked in a curious voice, saying, "Well...why?"
She looks into my eyes, and I saw her blue eyes had went from the dancing, glittery form they were in, to a dim, almost grey stoned color. We were still listening to the, as I thought, 'depressing' music. I still didn't like it. My thought turned away from the music when I saw her eyes start to tear up. She was about to cry, I could tell, and she tried to speak.
"Arnold...that day, Olga...came over. It was the day before my fourteenth birthday, and...Bob had told me that since they had spent time with Olga, they would spend time with me. You know what Olga and they did after they said that?"
I shook my head. I was clueless. What had they done to make her so upset that day? She started talking again, and said, "That night, they had went to this vacation place. They came back three days later, missing my birthday. After Olga had left, and my mom went to sleep, he came up to my room, and dragged me down to the kitchen." She gulped at this part, trying to hold back the tears. I didn't want to hear the last part, but she told anyway, and it would be of no use for me to stop her. She was finnally telling me something personal, atleast. "He sat me down on the table, and started screaming about how worthless I was, and how I wasn't meant to be loved. Then he smacked me, and started putting me down some more with his words. He just kept screaming and screaming and every time I tried to run away from him, he would pull me back. Then he told me that I was a disgrace to him and the whole family, and that I was ugly, and that if I ever died, he wouldn't miss me because I wasn't worth to be...be..missed!" She broke out in tears at the last word, and I came really close to her.
"Helga, it's...it's ok. He is wrong about that stuff. You deserve everything a normal kid SHOULD have." I embraced her in my arms. Now I knew why she always looked so sad, acted so mean, and thought everyone thought she was somehow 'disgusting.' She was like a young puppy who had been beaten by it's owner, untrusting, and only wanting to be loved. I couldn't stand her being like this, but it was the only way she would get her feelings out. I don't know how long I held her, but it was a really touching moment. Her head laid on my chest, as I had grown taller than her in the last 4 years. I stopped hugging her, and held her by her shoulders, and looked straight into her eyes.
"Helga, listen to me. Everything he said was wrong. You are not worthless, and you ARE meant to be loved." She then looked down to the floor, "If you died, you would be missed dearly, and one more other thing- you aren't ugly." She looked back up into my eyes, and asked, "Really?" I answered her, without words, and nodded. It was true, everyone said it. Everyone knew it, also. She was beautiful. I then decided to say something else to her. This was on my behalf, but I needed to tell her. She had quit crying, so I knew it might be safe to say. "Helga, I know now why you treat me the way you do." She looked at me, frowned, and said, "Well, know-it-all, why do I?" I sighed in frustration, and said, "It is because you don't get enough attention from your family, for one, so you get it from others by acting so mean. But...you seem to do that more to me...why?"
"You will find out someday, football head, but now isn't the time. We should start on the homework, anyway." Helga said, in a mean voice. Was she trying to change the subject? I didn't know. I just nodded. We DID need to get finished with our assignments.
We both got out the supplies we needed for it, and finnally finished with it after about an hour. "You done Helga?" I asked, seeing that I had already finished, and she was putting her stuff in her back-pack.
"Yeh, I am." Then then turned around and sighed. The song that was on described things that I wished not to see or hear of, so I turned the music down. All it talked about was cutting and suicide. I took in a deep breath, and said, "Sorry, couldn't stand that song."
"Ya." Was all she said in response. I saw her holding a black leather Journal looking thing that she was fixing to put into her back-pack, and out of curiousity, asked, "What's that?" She looked at the journal looking thing, and sighed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Helga's point of view~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You mean this? Um...I..I write in it." I replied, hesitating. I couldn't tell him I write my poetry in there, because then he would want to see it.
"You mean, like a journal?" Arnold asked, his eyes yearning for knowledge.
"Ya...sort of. Well, I...write poetry in it." Uh oh, I had slipped out of my stupid nervousness! "Crimeny!" I said under my breath. He laughed a little bit.
"Well, could you read me one, please?" Arnold Pleaded. I took in a deep breath at the question. Ok, ok, I would calm down, but ONLY because I am in the confided safety of my bedroom, and if he hates it, it is his own damn fault for asking me to read one. "Ok, I guess...I could read you one." I opened the black journal and flipped it a few pages, until I was satisfies with a poem I could read to him. I started, hesitantly at first, but kept going.
"In the whims and woes of the mournful wind,
against the slowly aging trees,
the love of a couple,
sours through every emotion,
budding like the whisps of spring,
only to come to a cold stop in the depths of winter.
Up and around, seasons pass,
making for work and play.
Making and ending, ending again,
going around and around.
Will the cycles ever stop?
Will the longing for love ever end?
'Never' a little voice says to you.
'Never' Oh god, can this be true?
'Never' Then you start to blend,
You dissapear, no one offends."
I looked back up to him to see the expression on his face. He would probably have this disgusted look on it. As I met eyes with him, he was smiling, and said "Beautiful..." I smiled, and blushed at his compliment, and asked, "You really like it?"
"Of course I do," He responded. Then he continued, and said, "and...and so are you." He was still sitting on the bed, and the look he was giving me was creeping me out. He had never gave me that look. It was that dazed look, where his eyes were half opened, and he was smiling at me wierdly.
He was just creeping me out, so I tried to get his attention. "Arnold?" I called out. He was still looking at me funnily. "Arnold?!" He finnally came to attention, and the look was off his face. "Huh?" He asked in confusion.
I sighed loudly, and smiled a little at him, and asked, "Arnold, do you want to go to the park with me?"
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*sigh* sorry to end the chapter there. Sorry it's so short. It doesn't really get anywhere, but it was needed to connect last chapter with the chapter I am writing next. Stay tuned :) I appreciate comments, so feel free to give me any.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold. This story, However, IS mine, so don't take without permission. :)
Author's Notes: Helga is 14, same with Arnold and Pheobe, except Harold, Rhonda, and Big Patty are 15.
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As I was staring at Arnold, he asks, "Hey, Helga, you ok with all of that? Me coming over earlier?" My eyes blinked realy fast as I lost what I was thinking about how bad he was going to think of me after he visits, and I responded, accidentally weakly, "Uhm, yeh, Arnold, I guess." I slowly turned my head back to the window. We had just dropped off Stinky, and we were on the way to Harold's house. As it stopped by his house, Harrold got his back-pack out of the seat behind him, and started walking to the exit of the bus. Just before he went past me, he took his arm and swung it accross the back of my head.
"You little, I swear Harrold, I am gunna KICK YOUR ASS!" I stood up in my seat, screaming at Harrold about how I was somehow going to get him back, before I felt someone's hand on my shoulder pull me down. "Listen, Arnold, this is between me and Harrold!!!" I growled at him.
"Yea, well, HARROLD just got off the bus...besides, he isn't worth it, you know he is a jerk! He always acts that way, towards everybody." The expression on my face softened, and I responded saying, "Ya...I guess your right." After saying that, I returned to my before stance of staring out of the window toward the houses and away from Arnold. I was ashamed, and ready to be even more ashamed.
"Helga, this is your stop." I heard Arnold say, suddenly, after what seemed like twenty minutes of waiting for that dreadful time. It was only about five minutes, though. I sighed loudly, as I watched Arnold get his back- pack, and go out of the seat so I could also. I took my back-pack out of the seat that was in back of us, and followed Arnold off of the bus.
We both watched the bus drive away, and I turned to Arnold, with a pleading look on my face, and said, "Arnold, please, don't mind my parents. They are a little...un-involved." He looked at me suspiciously, wondering what I meant and proclaimed, "Well, Helga, they couldn't be THAT bad..."
I stared at him and then turned to go to my house, saying, "What, you wanna bet? I've lived with them all my life." He caught up with me the few steps I was in front of him, and said, "Well, whatever, lets just go inside."
"Ya, I was going to do that, football head." I said in my annoying, push- over voice. He didn't let it get to him, obviously. I turned the yellow knob which would open to my so called 'home,' and walked inside. "Mirirummm, I'm Home!" I yelled out. From the kitchin, I could hear her mumble, "Yeh dear, great, uh huh...."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Arnold's Point of View~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Her mom was obviously half awake, and I followed Helga into the kitchen. "Um, Mirirum, this is my friend Arnold. He is over here to help me with, a uhhh...uhm..School project! Ya."
"Ya, ya...great....ya...*starts snoring*"
"Ugh, let's go Arnoldo, nothing can be done HERE." I heard Helga snear. I liked Helga's mom, but I guessed that maybe she had just, well...stayed up all night. Not a big deal. "See, Arnold, She is always like that," Helga said, while going up the stairs. We then heard Big Bob screaming at the TV, which was on a sports channel, and Helga continued, "...and Big BOB is always like THAT, also..." She gave a scowl at her own words, and continued up the steps as I followed.
The walk up was really intresting. Her long blonde hair waving with every step she took, her legs swaying gracefully along with her stride. Her beauty was magnificent. I only wished that she could see that. I know inside, that she isn't as mean as she puts forth, and says. If you think about it, she is all a mystery.
"Well, football head, this is my room." She said, while trying to secretly roll her eyes. I saw it, as I have good peripheral vision, and I said, "Oh, well, com'on, lets go inside."
"Um, well, can't we go to the park, or something?" I heard Helga hesitantly ask. I didn't want to go to the park, it was going to rain anyway, and I didn't want to be stuck out in the rain. What was she hiding from me that she didn't want me to see?
"I don't want to go to the park, plus, there is 70% chance that it will rain today, so I am deffinatly not going out today. We can talk and do homework in your room, it is just as well as being outside." I responded to her question. I saw her roll her eyes, and look away from me and her room. I creaked the door open, and saw the contents in her room. It had a queen sized bed, with an Indigo colored comforter, and some undersheets lay underneath, the same color. Her room was surprisingly clean, compared to most teenagers in the school, and a radio was on, as I could hear little muffle sounds, like the radio was turned down real low. The radio that I could slightly hear was sitting beside her bed on a table, that was obviously used for studying, and such. I went inside, and noticed that there was also a nicely decorated dresser, and a closet with two sliding doors to open it.
"Wow, I like your room Helga." I said. I really did like it, but I noticed that her expressions of her sensitive side must be hidden somewhere here in it. I heard her mumble something like, "Sure, yeh, glad you like it whatever." Under her breath, and then she just pulled me in after standing in the doorway for a few minutes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Helga's point of view~~~~~~~~~~~~
HAH! Arnold liking my room? It was fairly normal, I thought, and boring. There was no TV in there, only a stupid radio. As I pulled Arnold inside, I sat him on the bed. For all I knew, he would probably just stand in my room, because he was too afraid of what I'd do to him. Maybe pound him, but I wouldn't do that. I had only hit him once, and that was on accident when I was younger, with a baseball, while playing the game. He looked surprised when I sat him on the bed, and I could see that he was tense. Was he getting ready for me to hit him?
I giggled, and he looked at me, and asked, "What, what's so f-funny?" I smiled at him and said, "Nothing, football head, you just look so...tense." He gave me a look of suspicioun, and I turned on the radio that I had been listening to the day before. I laid down on my bed, and listened to the gloomy music as it filled my soul once again, and the lonliness came back to me.
"Helga, can we turn the music? I don't like this." Arnold asked me. He had a thing in his voice, like he was trying to keep from crying, but obviously he wasn't because his eyes weren't watering, or anything.
"Why Arnold? There's nothing wrong with it." He looked at me like I was crazy and said, "Helga, yes, I think there is. All this music talks about is suicide, death, rape, murder, and depressing things."
I looked at Arnold, and while doing that thought about what he was saying. He was right, but somehow the music made me feel at ease, and in place with the world. Maybe fitting me in with a catagory? I wasn't sure. "Well, I like this music..." I said, putting a tinge of offendance in with it to make him feel quilty. I could tell he was, but he didn't say sorry or anything, but he didn't turn the music, either.
"Helga, I am going to start on my homework. You with me?" He asked. Strands of his blonde hair had went infront of his eyes, and I couldn't see them. I wanted to see them, so much. His eyes were like the green grass, so full of life and joy. Like supporting young and innocent children while playing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Arnold's Point of View~~~~~~~~~
Helga was looking oddly at my face, and I asked, "Helga, is there something wrong? Why do you keep looking at me like that?" She started blinking after I said that, and rudely said, "Nothing is wrong, football head. It's just that...just that..." I could tell that she was trying to find an excuse for her wierd look, and then she looked down to the floor, and continued on, "..it's just that I wanted to see your eyes." I thought it really odd she say that, but I came nearer to her, and lifted her face up to look at me. Then, after she was looking at me, I removed my blonde hair away from my eyes, so she could see them. Her blue eyes lit up, and she smiled weakly at my act, and I smiled back.
She looked so lively then. It was accually the first time I had seen her eyes light up like that. We were so close to each other, it was surprising. The last time I had been this close to her was when I was hugging her that day when- I found her crying.
I slightly got uncomfortable and scooted a little bit away and asked nervously, "Uh...Helga, you know that one day I found you crying?"
"Uh huh, what about it football head?" She asked, a bit distastefully that I had brought it up. Her smile was gone, and she was looking at the ground again. I asked in a curious voice, saying, "Well...why?"
She looks into my eyes, and I saw her blue eyes had went from the dancing, glittery form they were in, to a dim, almost grey stoned color. We were still listening to the, as I thought, 'depressing' music. I still didn't like it. My thought turned away from the music when I saw her eyes start to tear up. She was about to cry, I could tell, and she tried to speak.
"Arnold...that day, Olga...came over. It was the day before my fourteenth birthday, and...Bob had told me that since they had spent time with Olga, they would spend time with me. You know what Olga and they did after they said that?"
I shook my head. I was clueless. What had they done to make her so upset that day? She started talking again, and said, "That night, they had went to this vacation place. They came back three days later, missing my birthday. After Olga had left, and my mom went to sleep, he came up to my room, and dragged me down to the kitchen." She gulped at this part, trying to hold back the tears. I didn't want to hear the last part, but she told anyway, and it would be of no use for me to stop her. She was finnally telling me something personal, atleast. "He sat me down on the table, and started screaming about how worthless I was, and how I wasn't meant to be loved. Then he smacked me, and started putting me down some more with his words. He just kept screaming and screaming and every time I tried to run away from him, he would pull me back. Then he told me that I was a disgrace to him and the whole family, and that I was ugly, and that if I ever died, he wouldn't miss me because I wasn't worth to be...be..missed!" She broke out in tears at the last word, and I came really close to her.
"Helga, it's...it's ok. He is wrong about that stuff. You deserve everything a normal kid SHOULD have." I embraced her in my arms. Now I knew why she always looked so sad, acted so mean, and thought everyone thought she was somehow 'disgusting.' She was like a young puppy who had been beaten by it's owner, untrusting, and only wanting to be loved. I couldn't stand her being like this, but it was the only way she would get her feelings out. I don't know how long I held her, but it was a really touching moment. Her head laid on my chest, as I had grown taller than her in the last 4 years. I stopped hugging her, and held her by her shoulders, and looked straight into her eyes.
"Helga, listen to me. Everything he said was wrong. You are not worthless, and you ARE meant to be loved." She then looked down to the floor, "If you died, you would be missed dearly, and one more other thing- you aren't ugly." She looked back up into my eyes, and asked, "Really?" I answered her, without words, and nodded. It was true, everyone said it. Everyone knew it, also. She was beautiful. I then decided to say something else to her. This was on my behalf, but I needed to tell her. She had quit crying, so I knew it might be safe to say. "Helga, I know now why you treat me the way you do." She looked at me, frowned, and said, "Well, know-it-all, why do I?" I sighed in frustration, and said, "It is because you don't get enough attention from your family, for one, so you get it from others by acting so mean. But...you seem to do that more to me...why?"
"You will find out someday, football head, but now isn't the time. We should start on the homework, anyway." Helga said, in a mean voice. Was she trying to change the subject? I didn't know. I just nodded. We DID need to get finished with our assignments.
We both got out the supplies we needed for it, and finnally finished with it after about an hour. "You done Helga?" I asked, seeing that I had already finished, and she was putting her stuff in her back-pack.
"Yeh, I am." Then then turned around and sighed. The song that was on described things that I wished not to see or hear of, so I turned the music down. All it talked about was cutting and suicide. I took in a deep breath, and said, "Sorry, couldn't stand that song."
"Ya." Was all she said in response. I saw her holding a black leather Journal looking thing that she was fixing to put into her back-pack, and out of curiousity, asked, "What's that?" She looked at the journal looking thing, and sighed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Helga's point of view~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You mean this? Um...I..I write in it." I replied, hesitating. I couldn't tell him I write my poetry in there, because then he would want to see it.
"You mean, like a journal?" Arnold asked, his eyes yearning for knowledge.
"Ya...sort of. Well, I...write poetry in it." Uh oh, I had slipped out of my stupid nervousness! "Crimeny!" I said under my breath. He laughed a little bit.
"Well, could you read me one, please?" Arnold Pleaded. I took in a deep breath at the question. Ok, ok, I would calm down, but ONLY because I am in the confided safety of my bedroom, and if he hates it, it is his own damn fault for asking me to read one. "Ok, I guess...I could read you one." I opened the black journal and flipped it a few pages, until I was satisfies with a poem I could read to him. I started, hesitantly at first, but kept going.
"In the whims and woes of the mournful wind,
against the slowly aging trees,
the love of a couple,
sours through every emotion,
budding like the whisps of spring,
only to come to a cold stop in the depths of winter.
Up and around, seasons pass,
making for work and play.
Making and ending, ending again,
going around and around.
Will the cycles ever stop?
Will the longing for love ever end?
'Never' a little voice says to you.
'Never' Oh god, can this be true?
'Never' Then you start to blend,
You dissapear, no one offends."
I looked back up to him to see the expression on his face. He would probably have this disgusted look on it. As I met eyes with him, he was smiling, and said "Beautiful..." I smiled, and blushed at his compliment, and asked, "You really like it?"
"Of course I do," He responded. Then he continued, and said, "and...and so are you." He was still sitting on the bed, and the look he was giving me was creeping me out. He had never gave me that look. It was that dazed look, where his eyes were half opened, and he was smiling at me wierdly.
He was just creeping me out, so I tried to get his attention. "Arnold?" I called out. He was still looking at me funnily. "Arnold?!" He finnally came to attention, and the look was off his face. "Huh?" He asked in confusion.
I sighed loudly, and smiled a little at him, and asked, "Arnold, do you want to go to the park with me?"
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*sigh* sorry to end the chapter there. Sorry it's so short. It doesn't really get anywhere, but it was needed to connect last chapter with the chapter I am writing next. Stay tuned :) I appreciate comments, so feel free to give me any.