Helga's Secret- The Revelation and Results
Chapter 3- Arnold's "Bold" Move
Arnold paced his room. He was numb al over. He really didn't know what to think now. 'What am I going to do, if I don't even know what to feel?' he asked himself. His feelings of uncertainty were suddenly replaced with disbelief. "Helga Pataki doesn't love, or even like me. She's hated me since the day we met." As much as Arnold tried to push out of his mind that Helga cared for him, his heart begged to differ. "Why am I having so much trouble trying to get this crazy thought out of my mind that Gerald put there. It's not like I like her like her or anything." "Kimba?" It was Grandma, Arnold had forgotten to close his door. "I brought you some cookies and prune juice." She stated normally despite her war painted face, and camoflauge (sp?) clothing. She moved across Arnold's room to his nightstand as if she were on Mission Impossible. She set down the plate and glass, and began to move out in the same fashion and noticed Arnold's unusual expression. "What is it, Kimba?" She asked concerned as she momentarily paused her mission. "Just girl problems, Grandma. No big deal." "Is this about that Lila girl?" "No. Why Grandma?" "Because she called here today while you were out playing baseball." "Why would Lila be calling me?" Arnold asked himself aloud. "well good luck with the girl. Whoever she is, she's very lucky to have your attention." Arnold remained silent as his Grandma continued her mission out of his room. "I need to talk to Helga. I'm going to be thinking about this forever otherwise." Arnold told himself defeatedly as he grabbed his coat. It looked like it was a little cool outside.
"Olga! Get the door!" "Big" Bob ordered from his recliner. "It's Helga, Dad, Helga." Helga shot back hopelessly. "Why can't you get it?" she asked. "I'm watching my commercial. "All right BOB!" Helga countered furiously jumping down from her stool in the kitchen. She mumbled angrily to herself as she walked to the door. "For kripes sake Bob, your closer to the door then I am. You can't even keep my name straight you big oaf. Your mindless blob sitting their watching your crappy commercial-ARNOLD?!" "Hi Helga.: Suddenly Helga began to fidget nervously. "W-Wha-What are you doing here?" Arnold, and his trademark dense outlook on things, didn't notice Helga's sudden anxiety. "Helga can I come in?" Arnold asked timidly, a bit nervous himself. How was he going to do this, he didn't even have a plan. "Oh yea." "Olga who is it." "My name is Helga, Bob. And it's Arnold." Bob turned around in his recliner to glare at Arnold curiously. "Oh. Hey there Alfred." "Arnold, dad, Arnold." She called as she led Arnold up the stairs to her room. "Yea whatever." Bob mumbled. "Hey he looks a lot like that heaping pile of trash in your closet." Bob commented nonchalantly. "Haha." Helga laughed apprehensively. "What is he talking about?" "Nothing." Helga said as she opened her bedroom door and led him in. Arnold turned to face Helga. "Helga we really need to talk." Arnold informed. "I'll be right back, wait here football head." Helga called as she ran out of the room. Arnold made his way to her bed. He glanced down at the pink book with a pen left in the crease of the binding. "Must be her journal or soemthing." He muttered. But then double took when he noticed his name on the page. As if it were written in bold and everything else was regular. And it was!
Arnold, my dear sweet beloved, my secret is out. One who is close to you knows. Will he tell? That's up to fate. Though I pray you don't find out this way I have not yet built up my courage to tell you myself. Oh Arnold, when will I confess. Every time I try my mind takes over for my heart. If only I had a little help.
Arnold was in shock. She did like him. if not love him. Nah, that was going to far. If she wanted a little help in confessing then she'd get it. Still unsure of what to feel towards her with this new revelation. Arnold went to the opposite side of the room to wait for Helga. Where was she?
"Helga old girl. Take it easy. He could be here for anything. Not just to confront you with the whole you loving the poor boy deal. Oh crimeny don't get all soft on me now! You've got attitude and confidence, take it in there with you. But that's not the side of you Arnold deserves to see. Oh well. Whatever happens, happens." She walked back to her room to find Arnold standing near her closet. "Hey Arnoldo, sorry about that." "It's okay." He said smiling. "What'd you wanna talk about football-head?" Helga questioned somewhat sweetly. "Helga, today, when you said you liked Stinky." "Yea?" Helga confirmed unable to look Arnold in the eyes. "Well, you don't really like Stinky do you?" Arnold waited for Helga's response. 'What is he getting at?' Helga thought suspiciously. "So what if I don't?" "Helga you just said you liked Stinky to protect your secret of who you really like didn't you?" Arnold pried. "What do you know football-head? I doubt you can fit much of anything important in that football shaped brain!" Helga shot spitefully. Arnold however was used to this. And now he knew that it was artificial spite. And know he knew why she had always been mean to him. "Helga, I know you better than you think I do. I know you were probably to scared to admit who you really liked because you didn't want to be teased. It wouldn't have bothered you if they teased you about liking Stinky. Because you don't and your protecting yourself from any real pain." Arnold revealed. Suddenly Helga didn't know what to say or do. And without letting her heart interfere she grabbed Arnold by his stupid shirt collar and slammed him against the nearest wall. "Listen Anold, and listen good. Because I am only going to say this one time, and one time only." She growled. "You don't know me, or anything about me. You have no idea the way my mind works. Or why I said I liked stinky today. And you nor anyone else will never understand me or fully comprehend why I do the things that I do, or act the way that I do. So just leave me alone Hair Boy!" Helga let go of Arnold turning away so he couldn't see her immediate remorse. "Helga, I just want to help you.I-" "Well, you know what football-head, I don't need your help!" Arnold turned and walked out of her room, in somewhat of a daze. She was partially right, he didn't understand why she did all this. Just to protect herself from confessing one small thing. "Why couldn't I just admit it?" She whispered as he walked down the steps. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought." Arnold thought as he walked down the Pataki's steps, onto the sidewalk.
Arnold paced his room. He was numb al over. He really didn't know what to think now. 'What am I going to do, if I don't even know what to feel?' he asked himself. His feelings of uncertainty were suddenly replaced with disbelief. "Helga Pataki doesn't love, or even like me. She's hated me since the day we met." As much as Arnold tried to push out of his mind that Helga cared for him, his heart begged to differ. "Why am I having so much trouble trying to get this crazy thought out of my mind that Gerald put there. It's not like I like her like her or anything." "Kimba?" It was Grandma, Arnold had forgotten to close his door. "I brought you some cookies and prune juice." She stated normally despite her war painted face, and camoflauge (sp?) clothing. She moved across Arnold's room to his nightstand as if she were on Mission Impossible. She set down the plate and glass, and began to move out in the same fashion and noticed Arnold's unusual expression. "What is it, Kimba?" She asked concerned as she momentarily paused her mission. "Just girl problems, Grandma. No big deal." "Is this about that Lila girl?" "No. Why Grandma?" "Because she called here today while you were out playing baseball." "Why would Lila be calling me?" Arnold asked himself aloud. "well good luck with the girl. Whoever she is, she's very lucky to have your attention." Arnold remained silent as his Grandma continued her mission out of his room. "I need to talk to Helga. I'm going to be thinking about this forever otherwise." Arnold told himself defeatedly as he grabbed his coat. It looked like it was a little cool outside.
"Olga! Get the door!" "Big" Bob ordered from his recliner. "It's Helga, Dad, Helga." Helga shot back hopelessly. "Why can't you get it?" she asked. "I'm watching my commercial. "All right BOB!" Helga countered furiously jumping down from her stool in the kitchen. She mumbled angrily to herself as she walked to the door. "For kripes sake Bob, your closer to the door then I am. You can't even keep my name straight you big oaf. Your mindless blob sitting their watching your crappy commercial-ARNOLD?!" "Hi Helga.: Suddenly Helga began to fidget nervously. "W-Wha-What are you doing here?" Arnold, and his trademark dense outlook on things, didn't notice Helga's sudden anxiety. "Helga can I come in?" Arnold asked timidly, a bit nervous himself. How was he going to do this, he didn't even have a plan. "Oh yea." "Olga who is it." "My name is Helga, Bob. And it's Arnold." Bob turned around in his recliner to glare at Arnold curiously. "Oh. Hey there Alfred." "Arnold, dad, Arnold." She called as she led Arnold up the stairs to her room. "Yea whatever." Bob mumbled. "Hey he looks a lot like that heaping pile of trash in your closet." Bob commented nonchalantly. "Haha." Helga laughed apprehensively. "What is he talking about?" "Nothing." Helga said as she opened her bedroom door and led him in. Arnold turned to face Helga. "Helga we really need to talk." Arnold informed. "I'll be right back, wait here football head." Helga called as she ran out of the room. Arnold made his way to her bed. He glanced down at the pink book with a pen left in the crease of the binding. "Must be her journal or soemthing." He muttered. But then double took when he noticed his name on the page. As if it were written in bold and everything else was regular. And it was!
Arnold, my dear sweet beloved, my secret is out. One who is close to you knows. Will he tell? That's up to fate. Though I pray you don't find out this way I have not yet built up my courage to tell you myself. Oh Arnold, when will I confess. Every time I try my mind takes over for my heart. If only I had a little help.
Arnold was in shock. She did like him. if not love him. Nah, that was going to far. If she wanted a little help in confessing then she'd get it. Still unsure of what to feel towards her with this new revelation. Arnold went to the opposite side of the room to wait for Helga. Where was she?
"Helga old girl. Take it easy. He could be here for anything. Not just to confront you with the whole you loving the poor boy deal. Oh crimeny don't get all soft on me now! You've got attitude and confidence, take it in there with you. But that's not the side of you Arnold deserves to see. Oh well. Whatever happens, happens." She walked back to her room to find Arnold standing near her closet. "Hey Arnoldo, sorry about that." "It's okay." He said smiling. "What'd you wanna talk about football-head?" Helga questioned somewhat sweetly. "Helga, today, when you said you liked Stinky." "Yea?" Helga confirmed unable to look Arnold in the eyes. "Well, you don't really like Stinky do you?" Arnold waited for Helga's response. 'What is he getting at?' Helga thought suspiciously. "So what if I don't?" "Helga you just said you liked Stinky to protect your secret of who you really like didn't you?" Arnold pried. "What do you know football-head? I doubt you can fit much of anything important in that football shaped brain!" Helga shot spitefully. Arnold however was used to this. And now he knew that it was artificial spite. And know he knew why she had always been mean to him. "Helga, I know you better than you think I do. I know you were probably to scared to admit who you really liked because you didn't want to be teased. It wouldn't have bothered you if they teased you about liking Stinky. Because you don't and your protecting yourself from any real pain." Arnold revealed. Suddenly Helga didn't know what to say or do. And without letting her heart interfere she grabbed Arnold by his stupid shirt collar and slammed him against the nearest wall. "Listen Anold, and listen good. Because I am only going to say this one time, and one time only." She growled. "You don't know me, or anything about me. You have no idea the way my mind works. Or why I said I liked stinky today. And you nor anyone else will never understand me or fully comprehend why I do the things that I do, or act the way that I do. So just leave me alone Hair Boy!" Helga let go of Arnold turning away so he couldn't see her immediate remorse. "Helga, I just want to help you.I-" "Well, you know what football-head, I don't need your help!" Arnold turned and walked out of her room, in somewhat of a daze. She was partially right, he didn't understand why she did all this. Just to protect herself from confessing one small thing. "Why couldn't I just admit it?" She whispered as he walked down the steps. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought." Arnold thought as he walked down the Pataki's steps, onto the sidewalk.