Okay, hey everyone. I hope you have liked my story so far. I have so
much fun writing it. I love holding the fate's of others in my
hands.*nervous laughter*.anyway, onto other subjects. Like Rhonda.did
you see her new cashmere designer sweater? Oh, it was to do
for.jk..that was so corny, I am laughing at my self. Anyhoot and a
half. You know I was reading a lot of everyone else's fanfics, I guess
that is what fanfiction.net was made for though right? so maybe I am
just a conformist.no seriously, I was, and I am getting so many ideas.
So I will try to write all of those before school gets back in. But
leading my focus back to my current muse of a story. The Revelation, I
am not sure how many chapters this story will be made up of. All I
know is I still have a couple more big *romantic, or close to* events
for this story. And 1 or 2 more chapters might not cover it. Anyway
standard disclaimer applies. And r&r PLEASE! I NEED FEEDBACK!
Helga's Secret- The Revelation and Results Chapter 6-Sleep-Overs and World Domination "Arnold is going to spend the weekend there?" Phoebe asked in an astonished tone. "Yea, but keep it on the hush-hush okay? I don't want anyone from school to find out and blow it into a bigger deal than it is." Helga said, obliviously, in a lower tone of voice. Helga had called Phoebe that morning at 6:26. Phoebe was always up at the crack of dawn. So Helga didn't see any harm in calling her to inform her of the weekend's happenings that would begin to occur soon. "Yea, of course, Helga. But it is a big deal. Are you going to confess your undying love to the boy? You know...as to prevent him hearing it from someone else." "I don't know, Pheebs. I'm gonna take a shower before he gets here." "All right Helga. Call me whenever is convenient. Farewell, until then." "Yea, yea bye Pheebs."
As Helga was in the shower she contemplated on how she and Arnold would spend the weekend. As she worked her peach shampoo into her hair, she considered that this might just be the best time to confess to Arnold.
Helga was brushing out her damp hair when she'd heard her mom open the door. Assuming it was Arnold (who else would show up at 7:00 unless planned?) Helga quickly ran to her mirror to style her blonde hair in it's pigtails. She realized her hair was too wet to do much of anything with. So, she stood in front of her mirror and almost reluctantly put the bow on the top of her head; where it normally sat accompanied with the pigtails. Frustrated with how *plainly stated* ugly it looked she threw it onto her floor. She stomped out of her room to greet Arnold downstairs before Miriam offered the poor kid a smoothie.
"Good morning, Helga." Arnold greeted from the foot of the stairs. Helga looked down at Arnold. He had a fairy large duffel bag slung over he shoulder. Helga habitually crossed her arms. "Mornin' Football-head." Arnold proceeded up the stairs. "So where should I put my things?" "Give 'em here." Arnold reluctantly handed over his bag. Helga snatched it fast, and almost just as quick she dropped it. "Crimeny Arnoldo, what'dya have in here? Texas?" "No," he said as he followed her into her room. "I was thinking maybe just this weekend you can pretend to be nice to me? And I'm willing to forget about the whole thing that happened with Stinky and the others." Helga was taken aback at all that he'd said. "You can leave your things in my room ." Helga informed ignoring his request. "What do you say, Helga? Friends?" Arnold offered his hand. He desperately attempted to push out of his mind anything he'd found out about her "loving" him. Helga stared at his hand. He was regretting even bringing this whole thing up. She fit her hand almost perfectly into his. And slowly looked up at him. He thought she was in a stupor of some sort, as she stared at him.
"Helga? Are you all right." She awoke from her lethargic state. She pulled her hand away quick when she noticed that his grip had tightened on her hand. "Yea, I'm fine. Just don't touch me like that." "Uh-okay...so do we have a deal? Do you think we can pretend to like eachother...just for this weekend?" "Yea, sure football-head." Arnold cleared his throat. "Sorry...It's habit." She stated defensively, coming to her "senses."
They stood in awkward silence; Arnold looking around Helga's room as if he'd never seen it before, and Helga indiscreetly watching him. Arnold caught her stare out of the corner his eye. He disregarded it, and hesitantly broke the silence. "So...you wanna do anything?" Helga shrugged to his suggestion.
Three hours later...
"HaHA! For the fifth time in a row I've conquered the delicate technique and process of world domination!" Helga declared with pride. "Yea, good job Helga. Your really good at this game." Arnold said through a deceiving grin. He had been letter her win. He was an expert at the strategical game of RISK *great game, by the way!!! (* He and his Grandparents always played this game with the borders. And always Arnold or Mr. Hyunn had won.
Throughout the game(s) when Helga would be taking her turn, Arnold would catch himself watching her. As they began their 6th game. Without thinking before he said it Arnold commented on Helga's hair. "You know Helga, you look...pretty with your hair like that." Helga instantly turn 60 shades of scarlet. "Well, I just left it down because it was too wet to put into my usual. But now since it's dry, I can put it up." Helga stood up and went to her mirror. She put her hair into it's usual pigtails. Arnold frowned somewhat. Was she deliberately trying to contradict him? Why was she so aggressive towards him? And why did her eyes always display that fierce glow when she looked at him?
He withdrew himself from his contemplations as Helga sat back down on the floor across from him. She avoided his eyes. Arnold retrieved the abandoned bow, which lay a couple feet away from where he sat. He leaned across the board game toward Helga who suddenly looked up at him with vulnerable surprise in her eyes, He forced himself to focus on his task at hand. After placing her bow in it's rightful place atop her head, he brought his hands down to pull her bangs out of her eyes. He thought he heard Helga draw in a quick breathe, so he withdrew his hands, and sat back down. "There you go." Arnold said as cheerful as always. He tore his eyes away from Helga's and took his turn. He stole glances as he busied himself with preparing his armies on their designated countries. *That's the game*
Helga caught him once and decided to apologize. "Hey Arnold. Look I'm...I'm really sorry for snapping yesterday and you know grabbing your stupid shirt collar and all." "Oh. It's okay. No big deal. I kind of expect that from...you...-Oh-" "Oh. I see." Helga muttered almost inaudibly. "No Helga. I didn't mean it like that. I really didn't..." "No Arnold it's fine, I get it. I know I'm a heartless bully to everyone right? You have every right in the world to expect me to be a world class jerk." Helga stook up and walked out of her room. Arnold sat in astonishment of the recent scene. He quickly followed Helga out onto her stoop. Her elbows rested on her knees in a boyish manner. Arnold smiled his own boyish grin as he took an unfamiliar seat next to her.
"Helga, look I really shouldn't have said that." "No Arno-" "No. Helga. Your not a world class jerk...you really aren't." "You sure your not just saying that, Arnold? Cause you could just be saying that because your afraid I'll pound your football-face in." "Helga, I'm not scared you'll hurt me. I know that even though you pick on me a lot, that you don't mean it. I think you just act like a bully because your scared to show people the real you. Helga and I wanted to tell you something, I think that I-" "Hi kids. Can I tempt you with a smoothie?" "No, Mom. Can you please leave us alone?" "Well, okay. No need to get all aggressive about it." Mirium went inside.
"Hey Helga..."Arnold decided against finishing what he'd begun to tell her. "How about we go play catch at Geraldfield?" "You don't think we should invite the rest of the gang for a game?" "No. Just you and me. Is that allright?" "Yea, of course, my lo-I mean I guess football-head." He grabbed her hand and dragged her off to Geraldfield, barely noticing the information she'd almost let slip.
-later- "So Arnold...I heard you had a date with Lila." "Yea." Arnold confirmed selemnly as he prepared to throw her the ball. "How'd it go? Everything you expected?" Helga asked shakily expecting Arnold to tell her that he and Lila were a couple now. And that he was probably going to ask her to marry him within a few days. "Yea, actually it was everything I expected." Arnold concentrated harder on catching her comeback. "Oh." Helga said simply. "Hey?" Helga looked up just as it started to sprinkle. Arnold followed her motion and glanced up at the grey sky. "Come on before we get soaked." Arnold beckoned for Helga to follow him as he ran toward Mighty Pete. Helga threw her glove, and ball in the barrel and sprinted after the running Arnold.
Once under the safety of the shelter the neighborhood kids had built in Mighty Pete; Helga and Arnold caught their breaths. Arnold was wondering when and if Helga would confess. He was beginning to doubt it was even true. Despite the proof he'd seen in her pink book. What could possibly be so hard in just telling him that she had a crush on him. In the fourth grade she'd done it. But then practically denied it by telling him that she really hated him still. That of course being said after Arnold coaxed her into saying that she still hated him. Arnold's thoughts and confusion were broken by Helga's hoarse voice.
"So...I guess you with Lila?" "What?!" "I thought...that's what you meant. When I asked you if it was all you expected. I thought you meant that..." "No...no way...I don't even like Lila like that anymore." "Oh." Helga said almost letting him hear the glee in her voice. "Why did you care if I was or not? With Lila I mean." Arnold was trying to corner Helga. 'Why won't she just admit it and get it over with?' He thought in minor aggravation. Helga remained silent for a few long moments. Each moment she felt more and more pressured to answer him as he watched her intently. "I didn't and don't care Football-head." "Then why did you-" "Look I was just curious and I was trying to make conversation. Got it?" Helga turned away and focused her attention outside the window on the falling rain. Arnold stayed focused on Helga. Examining every detail of her face. And the expression it wore. Why was she wound so tight around him? Arnold could never imagine himself acting that way towards any girl he liked. How did she keep it up?
-half an hour later- "Hey Helga?" Silence. "Last year, when we trying to save the neighborhood from Shek Enterprises, and we were on the roof top, why did say all of that stuff to me. And even more, why did you kiss me, when we did successfully save the neighborhood?" Arnold felt the heat rise to his face as he reminisced on her kiss. He'd never been kissed fully on the lips by anyone, except when acting.
Helga desperately tried to hold her composure. Why would he bring that up? "Why do you care Football-head? It's obvious that there was no way in hell you would have or wanted to believe any of it anyway." "Helga....I just want to know why. I don't want to fight with you. I just want to know why that's all." "Well, you don't need to know why Mr. Do-good. Despite you concern and possible determination you can't help me." Helga turned away to hide her sorrow stricken face.
"Helga why won't you open up to anyone?" Arnold asked gacing her all the way despite her avoiding her stare. "Helga answer me...please." Arnold coaxed. "Arnold, why can't you just be like everyone else?" Arnold flashed her a bewildered look. "Why can't you just be like everyone else? You know, ignore me? But no, you insist on caring. I just wish sometimes you would hate me as much as everyone else does." Arnold was taken aback by this breif insight of Helga's thoughts. But still managed to reply with a little encouragement.
"Helga nobody hates you." Arnold stated firmly. Helga didn't reply instead she drew up her legs and wrapped her arms protectively around her knees. "Helga, why won't you give anyone a chance?" "Because they won't give me a chance." She stated angrily. He ignored what she'd just said. "Talk to someone, confide in them, tell then you deepest secret?" That's when Helga met Arnold's incessant stare. All she could do was gape at him incredulously. "You want me to tell someone my deepest secret?" She asked shouting. "Yes Helga." Arnold replied maintaining his calm tone. "It couldn't hurt. I mean how bad could it be?" Arnold asked. "Bad." Helga almost turned away again. Arnold touched her arm and rested his touch there, causing her to face him again. "How bad, Helga?" She glanced away for a moment. And then met his stare. Her eyes were more intense than they'd ever been while looking at him. "Just believe me Arnold. You wouldn't want to know. If that's what you trying to do. Get my secret out off me I mean. You really don't want to know." "Helga..." "Arnold give it up! I can't tell you my deepest secret." "Why not?" The once calm Arnold was now a bit more demanding. "You wouldn't understand. So just quit trying to help me." "Wait-" He began as she got up and scrambled to the rope ladder that would help her escape.
"Arnold. Did it ever occur to you that some of the people you try to help, don't want to be helped?" Without waiting for his reply Helga scurried down the ladder and ran from the treehouse, and as far away from Arnold as she could. Almost forgetting the fact that he'd be sleeping in her house tonight. Maybe she'd be able to avoid him...She ran blindly across the street through the rain.
Helga's Secret- The Revelation and Results Chapter 6-Sleep-Overs and World Domination "Arnold is going to spend the weekend there?" Phoebe asked in an astonished tone. "Yea, but keep it on the hush-hush okay? I don't want anyone from school to find out and blow it into a bigger deal than it is." Helga said, obliviously, in a lower tone of voice. Helga had called Phoebe that morning at 6:26. Phoebe was always up at the crack of dawn. So Helga didn't see any harm in calling her to inform her of the weekend's happenings that would begin to occur soon. "Yea, of course, Helga. But it is a big deal. Are you going to confess your undying love to the boy? You know...as to prevent him hearing it from someone else." "I don't know, Pheebs. I'm gonna take a shower before he gets here." "All right Helga. Call me whenever is convenient. Farewell, until then." "Yea, yea bye Pheebs."
As Helga was in the shower she contemplated on how she and Arnold would spend the weekend. As she worked her peach shampoo into her hair, she considered that this might just be the best time to confess to Arnold.
Helga was brushing out her damp hair when she'd heard her mom open the door. Assuming it was Arnold (who else would show up at 7:00 unless planned?) Helga quickly ran to her mirror to style her blonde hair in it's pigtails. She realized her hair was too wet to do much of anything with. So, she stood in front of her mirror and almost reluctantly put the bow on the top of her head; where it normally sat accompanied with the pigtails. Frustrated with how *plainly stated* ugly it looked she threw it onto her floor. She stomped out of her room to greet Arnold downstairs before Miriam offered the poor kid a smoothie.
"Good morning, Helga." Arnold greeted from the foot of the stairs. Helga looked down at Arnold. He had a fairy large duffel bag slung over he shoulder. Helga habitually crossed her arms. "Mornin' Football-head." Arnold proceeded up the stairs. "So where should I put my things?" "Give 'em here." Arnold reluctantly handed over his bag. Helga snatched it fast, and almost just as quick she dropped it. "Crimeny Arnoldo, what'dya have in here? Texas?" "No," he said as he followed her into her room. "I was thinking maybe just this weekend you can pretend to be nice to me? And I'm willing to forget about the whole thing that happened with Stinky and the others." Helga was taken aback at all that he'd said. "You can leave your things in my room ." Helga informed ignoring his request. "What do you say, Helga? Friends?" Arnold offered his hand. He desperately attempted to push out of his mind anything he'd found out about her "loving" him. Helga stared at his hand. He was regretting even bringing this whole thing up. She fit her hand almost perfectly into his. And slowly looked up at him. He thought she was in a stupor of some sort, as she stared at him.
"Helga? Are you all right." She awoke from her lethargic state. She pulled her hand away quick when she noticed that his grip had tightened on her hand. "Yea, I'm fine. Just don't touch me like that." "Uh-okay...so do we have a deal? Do you think we can pretend to like eachother...just for this weekend?" "Yea, sure football-head." Arnold cleared his throat. "Sorry...It's habit." She stated defensively, coming to her "senses."
They stood in awkward silence; Arnold looking around Helga's room as if he'd never seen it before, and Helga indiscreetly watching him. Arnold caught her stare out of the corner his eye. He disregarded it, and hesitantly broke the silence. "So...you wanna do anything?" Helga shrugged to his suggestion.
Three hours later...
"HaHA! For the fifth time in a row I've conquered the delicate technique and process of world domination!" Helga declared with pride. "Yea, good job Helga. Your really good at this game." Arnold said through a deceiving grin. He had been letter her win. He was an expert at the strategical game of RISK *great game, by the way!!! (* He and his Grandparents always played this game with the borders. And always Arnold or Mr. Hyunn had won.
Throughout the game(s) when Helga would be taking her turn, Arnold would catch himself watching her. As they began their 6th game. Without thinking before he said it Arnold commented on Helga's hair. "You know Helga, you look...pretty with your hair like that." Helga instantly turn 60 shades of scarlet. "Well, I just left it down because it was too wet to put into my usual. But now since it's dry, I can put it up." Helga stood up and went to her mirror. She put her hair into it's usual pigtails. Arnold frowned somewhat. Was she deliberately trying to contradict him? Why was she so aggressive towards him? And why did her eyes always display that fierce glow when she looked at him?
He withdrew himself from his contemplations as Helga sat back down on the floor across from him. She avoided his eyes. Arnold retrieved the abandoned bow, which lay a couple feet away from where he sat. He leaned across the board game toward Helga who suddenly looked up at him with vulnerable surprise in her eyes, He forced himself to focus on his task at hand. After placing her bow in it's rightful place atop her head, he brought his hands down to pull her bangs out of her eyes. He thought he heard Helga draw in a quick breathe, so he withdrew his hands, and sat back down. "There you go." Arnold said as cheerful as always. He tore his eyes away from Helga's and took his turn. He stole glances as he busied himself with preparing his armies on their designated countries. *That's the game*
Helga caught him once and decided to apologize. "Hey Arnold. Look I'm...I'm really sorry for snapping yesterday and you know grabbing your stupid shirt collar and all." "Oh. It's okay. No big deal. I kind of expect that from...you...-Oh-" "Oh. I see." Helga muttered almost inaudibly. "No Helga. I didn't mean it like that. I really didn't..." "No Arnold it's fine, I get it. I know I'm a heartless bully to everyone right? You have every right in the world to expect me to be a world class jerk." Helga stook up and walked out of her room. Arnold sat in astonishment of the recent scene. He quickly followed Helga out onto her stoop. Her elbows rested on her knees in a boyish manner. Arnold smiled his own boyish grin as he took an unfamiliar seat next to her.
"Helga, look I really shouldn't have said that." "No Arno-" "No. Helga. Your not a world class jerk...you really aren't." "You sure your not just saying that, Arnold? Cause you could just be saying that because your afraid I'll pound your football-face in." "Helga, I'm not scared you'll hurt me. I know that even though you pick on me a lot, that you don't mean it. I think you just act like a bully because your scared to show people the real you. Helga and I wanted to tell you something, I think that I-" "Hi kids. Can I tempt you with a smoothie?" "No, Mom. Can you please leave us alone?" "Well, okay. No need to get all aggressive about it." Mirium went inside.
"Hey Helga..."Arnold decided against finishing what he'd begun to tell her. "How about we go play catch at Geraldfield?" "You don't think we should invite the rest of the gang for a game?" "No. Just you and me. Is that allright?" "Yea, of course, my lo-I mean I guess football-head." He grabbed her hand and dragged her off to Geraldfield, barely noticing the information she'd almost let slip.
-later- "So Arnold...I heard you had a date with Lila." "Yea." Arnold confirmed selemnly as he prepared to throw her the ball. "How'd it go? Everything you expected?" Helga asked shakily expecting Arnold to tell her that he and Lila were a couple now. And that he was probably going to ask her to marry him within a few days. "Yea, actually it was everything I expected." Arnold concentrated harder on catching her comeback. "Oh." Helga said simply. "Hey?" Helga looked up just as it started to sprinkle. Arnold followed her motion and glanced up at the grey sky. "Come on before we get soaked." Arnold beckoned for Helga to follow him as he ran toward Mighty Pete. Helga threw her glove, and ball in the barrel and sprinted after the running Arnold.
Once under the safety of the shelter the neighborhood kids had built in Mighty Pete; Helga and Arnold caught their breaths. Arnold was wondering when and if Helga would confess. He was beginning to doubt it was even true. Despite the proof he'd seen in her pink book. What could possibly be so hard in just telling him that she had a crush on him. In the fourth grade she'd done it. But then practically denied it by telling him that she really hated him still. That of course being said after Arnold coaxed her into saying that she still hated him. Arnold's thoughts and confusion were broken by Helga's hoarse voice.
"So...I guess you with Lila?" "What?!" "I thought...that's what you meant. When I asked you if it was all you expected. I thought you meant that..." "No...no way...I don't even like Lila like that anymore." "Oh." Helga said almost letting him hear the glee in her voice. "Why did you care if I was or not? With Lila I mean." Arnold was trying to corner Helga. 'Why won't she just admit it and get it over with?' He thought in minor aggravation. Helga remained silent for a few long moments. Each moment she felt more and more pressured to answer him as he watched her intently. "I didn't and don't care Football-head." "Then why did you-" "Look I was just curious and I was trying to make conversation. Got it?" Helga turned away and focused her attention outside the window on the falling rain. Arnold stayed focused on Helga. Examining every detail of her face. And the expression it wore. Why was she wound so tight around him? Arnold could never imagine himself acting that way towards any girl he liked. How did she keep it up?
-half an hour later- "Hey Helga?" Silence. "Last year, when we trying to save the neighborhood from Shek Enterprises, and we were on the roof top, why did say all of that stuff to me. And even more, why did you kiss me, when we did successfully save the neighborhood?" Arnold felt the heat rise to his face as he reminisced on her kiss. He'd never been kissed fully on the lips by anyone, except when acting.
Helga desperately tried to hold her composure. Why would he bring that up? "Why do you care Football-head? It's obvious that there was no way in hell you would have or wanted to believe any of it anyway." "Helga....I just want to know why. I don't want to fight with you. I just want to know why that's all." "Well, you don't need to know why Mr. Do-good. Despite you concern and possible determination you can't help me." Helga turned away to hide her sorrow stricken face.
"Helga why won't you open up to anyone?" Arnold asked gacing her all the way despite her avoiding her stare. "Helga answer me...please." Arnold coaxed. "Arnold, why can't you just be like everyone else?" Arnold flashed her a bewildered look. "Why can't you just be like everyone else? You know, ignore me? But no, you insist on caring. I just wish sometimes you would hate me as much as everyone else does." Arnold was taken aback by this breif insight of Helga's thoughts. But still managed to reply with a little encouragement.
"Helga nobody hates you." Arnold stated firmly. Helga didn't reply instead she drew up her legs and wrapped her arms protectively around her knees. "Helga, why won't you give anyone a chance?" "Because they won't give me a chance." She stated angrily. He ignored what she'd just said. "Talk to someone, confide in them, tell then you deepest secret?" That's when Helga met Arnold's incessant stare. All she could do was gape at him incredulously. "You want me to tell someone my deepest secret?" She asked shouting. "Yes Helga." Arnold replied maintaining his calm tone. "It couldn't hurt. I mean how bad could it be?" Arnold asked. "Bad." Helga almost turned away again. Arnold touched her arm and rested his touch there, causing her to face him again. "How bad, Helga?" She glanced away for a moment. And then met his stare. Her eyes were more intense than they'd ever been while looking at him. "Just believe me Arnold. You wouldn't want to know. If that's what you trying to do. Get my secret out off me I mean. You really don't want to know." "Helga..." "Arnold give it up! I can't tell you my deepest secret." "Why not?" The once calm Arnold was now a bit more demanding. "You wouldn't understand. So just quit trying to help me." "Wait-" He began as she got up and scrambled to the rope ladder that would help her escape.
"Arnold. Did it ever occur to you that some of the people you try to help, don't want to be helped?" Without waiting for his reply Helga scurried down the ladder and ran from the treehouse, and as far away from Arnold as she could. Almost forgetting the fact that he'd be sleeping in her house tonight. Maybe she'd be able to avoid him...She ran blindly across the street through the rain.