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Helga's Secret-The Revelation and Results
Chapter 7-Goodnights and Goodbyes
It actually hadn't ever, not once, occured to the dense Arnold that some of the people he helped didn't want or appreciate it. Her pondered on this thought as he walked to Helga's. He'd apologize for trying to force her secret out of her. He wasn't sure what had come over him lately. But ever since he'd found out that Helga supposedly 'loved' him he'd started to think so much about her. 'I guess I always knew that there was a soft sweet, caring side to her. She sometimes slipped and revealed it. But Never did I have any idea that she cared for me like this. I'm still finding it hard to believe. That has to be the reason for my strange behavior,' Arnold reasoned with himself.
With his arms dangling precariously at his sides, he trotted up the stairs to Helga's room. He assumed it was all right to enter without her consent. Because the door was wide open. "Helga?" He said breaking the heavy silence, as he walked toward her. She was laying on her bed, she looked asleep, but he wasn't sure. He lightly tapped her shoulder; no response. Arnold bent over her side to look into her face. Her closed eyes unveiled her slumber.
'Was I really at the tree house long enough for her to fall asleep before I followed her back here?' He thought. Casually Arnold moved Helga's hair back from her face, exposing her open pink book. He removed the pen from her gentle grasp around it. He put it in the binding of the book. He cautiously lifted her hand to close the pink book. And went downstairs. As to not wake her up.
Helga groggily stretched the length of her bed as she yawned herself alert. She gave her room a quick look-over searching for Arnold. She was curious if he was still at the tree house. She wondered how long she'd slept and looked at the clock. It was 6:48. Laughter from downstairs barely became audible. She entered the living room to find Mirium and Arnold laughing at some ridiculous sitcom. Arnold took notice of Helga before Mirium did. Thus causing Mirium to also notice her presence.
"Hey Helga." Arnold said warmly. "Sleep well?"
"Fine, Arnold." Helga forced a little disgust into the pronunciation of his name.
"Helga. You wouldn't mind starting dinner, would you, dear?" Mirium requested inadvertently. Arnold watched Helga trudge into the kitchen with her head down.
"Okay, Mirium." Helga replied from the kitchen. After a bit of slammed cupboards and loud clinking of glassware Arnold decided he'd offer his help.
"Do you need any help, Helga?"
"Yea, sure Arnold. We can make the salad together." Helga said mock enthusiastically. Arnold chuckled a little.
"Hey Helga. I am sorry for, you know, trying to get you to open up to me before you were ready and willing to."
"It's fine Arnold, I am sure I will tell you someday anyways." Helga said the last part without thinking, and was too busy mentally kicking her self to notice Arnold staring at her incredulously.
"Really?"
"I dunno, maybe someday." Helga kind of liked the intrigued/interested gaze Arnold had rested on her.
-later-
"So...where should I sleep?" Arnold asked Helga before she walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
"Well I guess down on the couch."
"Okay."
"Blankets are right in that closet, and you can use one of the pillows from my bed."
"All right." Arnold left her to begin her 'nightly ritual' as he went to first get a blanket from the closet she pointed out. After taking it downstairs and throwing it on the couch, Arnold went to Helga's room and took one of the pink pillows from her bed. He walked past the bathroom and noticed Helga had left it.
He stopped on the staircase when he noticed Helga standing in front of the couch; laying the blanket he'd carelessly tossed onto it. She looked as if she were sleeping with her eyes open. Arnold looked toward Helga's parents room; the door was closed, and the light off. he looked back at Helga. He finished walking down the remainder of the stairs. Just as he was approaching the couch, Helga appeared to come to from her reverie. "Arnold," she stated startled and breathlessly. He set the pillow on the couch and turned to Helga.
"Thanks Helga." Helga didn't reply, she couldn't. He hands had suddenly became clammy and her heart beat faster. Arnold was mere inches from her. His face so close. His lips so tempting. *Yea I know, they're only in the fifth grade. But come on, it's Helga. She's love the poor boy for how many years?-just A.N.* This was the closest they'd probably be for a long time. Intimacy was exactly what she wanted the atmosphere to be filled with in the moment she would admit to Arnold her feelings. "Helga are you all right?"
"Oh...what? Oh yea. I'm just tired. " Helga turned to leave as the heat crept to her face. Arnold touched her wrist, causing her to stop, and face him again.
"Are you sure your okay? You look sick."
"I'm all right." she insisted. She had to get away from Arnold before she told him everything. But before she could run for her life Arnolds hand, fervently pushed her bangs back from her forehead, as he felt for fever.
His touch sent a pleasant warmth through her body. "No fever..."Arnold mumbled.
"Arnold," Helga swallowed. "Can I tell you something?"
"yea sure Helga." Arnold's face lit up brightly creating a contrast with the dim living room.
"What is it?" Arnold urged excitedly as he sat down on the couch. Helga's knees gave out at the prospect of confessing it all to Arnold at this moment. She slowly slid into a kneeling position in front of him. Was this the right time? Well...what did she have to lose?
"Helga before you start. I need to tell you something first. I love you. I've loved you since the day I saw you-so cold and vulnerable, crying in the rain. Even then I knew you were the only one for me." Arnold slowly leaned toward Helga, his eyes burning ardently. His lips touched hers with perfection as she was encased in nirvana. Her heart felt as if it were about to burst from inside her chest.
"Helga?" Helga blinked, and realized she was now in the real world. Her- still intact heart-sank into her stomach. Arnold's hands on either of her shoulders were withdrawn. His worried face came into focus above her own.
"Arnold..."
"Helga, what's wrong?" Arnold asked as the litle bit of courage she'd had drifted away from her grasp.
"Nothing. I'm just tired." She responded meekly. "I think I should hit the sack." Arnold remained silent as Helga stood up.
"Helga, I thought-"
"Goodnight Arnold" Helga couldn't resist. He was so close, and so adorable. She quickly brushed her lips against his soon-to-blush cheek. And with that Helga ran upstairs. "I can't believe I just did that." Helga whispered to herself while shaking her head as she climbed into bed.
Downstairs Arnld was still staring after Helga. He gazed at her open doorway until she turned off the light. He tediously laid down on the made up couch. He rested his head on the lightly peach scented pillow, reaching up to touch the cheek she'd kissed. Millions of questions were flying through his mind. In the end, he fell asleep with a sweet sigh, and a soft smile strewn across his face.
Arnold and Helga spent the rest of the weekend playing board games or watching movies. They both acted as if Helga had never kissed him. Their acts of unperturbed-ness went on until late Sunday evening. When Arnold's grandparents came to pick him up.
"Thank you for letting me stay here with you this weekend, Helga."
"Yea well, you didn't have any other tempting offers and I felt sorry for you Bucko." Helga was trying her best to hide her disappointment at the departing of his company. She stared at the ground shuffling her scuffed white shoes.
"Helga I had a good time. All things considered." He'd caught her attention with what he'd said when he lowered his voice.
"Goodbye and Goodnight Arnold."
"Night Helga." Utterly unexpectant of what Arnold was about to do, she stared awkwardly at him and his lopsided smile. He quickly returned the peck, she'd given him the previous night, on the cheek. She blushed furiously and hoped his grandparents hadn't seen fron their car. She closed the door, with explosive happiness.
Helga's Secret-The Revelation and Results
Chapter 7-Goodnights and Goodbyes
It actually hadn't ever, not once, occured to the dense Arnold that some of the people he helped didn't want or appreciate it. Her pondered on this thought as he walked to Helga's. He'd apologize for trying to force her secret out of her. He wasn't sure what had come over him lately. But ever since he'd found out that Helga supposedly 'loved' him he'd started to think so much about her. 'I guess I always knew that there was a soft sweet, caring side to her. She sometimes slipped and revealed it. But Never did I have any idea that she cared for me like this. I'm still finding it hard to believe. That has to be the reason for my strange behavior,' Arnold reasoned with himself.
With his arms dangling precariously at his sides, he trotted up the stairs to Helga's room. He assumed it was all right to enter without her consent. Because the door was wide open. "Helga?" He said breaking the heavy silence, as he walked toward her. She was laying on her bed, she looked asleep, but he wasn't sure. He lightly tapped her shoulder; no response. Arnold bent over her side to look into her face. Her closed eyes unveiled her slumber.
'Was I really at the tree house long enough for her to fall asleep before I followed her back here?' He thought. Casually Arnold moved Helga's hair back from her face, exposing her open pink book. He removed the pen from her gentle grasp around it. He put it in the binding of the book. He cautiously lifted her hand to close the pink book. And went downstairs. As to not wake her up.
Helga groggily stretched the length of her bed as she yawned herself alert. She gave her room a quick look-over searching for Arnold. She was curious if he was still at the tree house. She wondered how long she'd slept and looked at the clock. It was 6:48. Laughter from downstairs barely became audible. She entered the living room to find Mirium and Arnold laughing at some ridiculous sitcom. Arnold took notice of Helga before Mirium did. Thus causing Mirium to also notice her presence.
"Hey Helga." Arnold said warmly. "Sleep well?"
"Fine, Arnold." Helga forced a little disgust into the pronunciation of his name.
"Helga. You wouldn't mind starting dinner, would you, dear?" Mirium requested inadvertently. Arnold watched Helga trudge into the kitchen with her head down.
"Okay, Mirium." Helga replied from the kitchen. After a bit of slammed cupboards and loud clinking of glassware Arnold decided he'd offer his help.
"Do you need any help, Helga?"
"Yea, sure Arnold. We can make the salad together." Helga said mock enthusiastically. Arnold chuckled a little.
"Hey Helga. I am sorry for, you know, trying to get you to open up to me before you were ready and willing to."
"It's fine Arnold, I am sure I will tell you someday anyways." Helga said the last part without thinking, and was too busy mentally kicking her self to notice Arnold staring at her incredulously.
"Really?"
"I dunno, maybe someday." Helga kind of liked the intrigued/interested gaze Arnold had rested on her.
-later-
"So...where should I sleep?" Arnold asked Helga before she walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
"Well I guess down on the couch."
"Okay."
"Blankets are right in that closet, and you can use one of the pillows from my bed."
"All right." Arnold left her to begin her 'nightly ritual' as he went to first get a blanket from the closet she pointed out. After taking it downstairs and throwing it on the couch, Arnold went to Helga's room and took one of the pink pillows from her bed. He walked past the bathroom and noticed Helga had left it.
He stopped on the staircase when he noticed Helga standing in front of the couch; laying the blanket he'd carelessly tossed onto it. She looked as if she were sleeping with her eyes open. Arnold looked toward Helga's parents room; the door was closed, and the light off. he looked back at Helga. He finished walking down the remainder of the stairs. Just as he was approaching the couch, Helga appeared to come to from her reverie. "Arnold," she stated startled and breathlessly. He set the pillow on the couch and turned to Helga.
"Thanks Helga." Helga didn't reply, she couldn't. He hands had suddenly became clammy and her heart beat faster. Arnold was mere inches from her. His face so close. His lips so tempting. *Yea I know, they're only in the fifth grade. But come on, it's Helga. She's love the poor boy for how many years?-just A.N.* This was the closest they'd probably be for a long time. Intimacy was exactly what she wanted the atmosphere to be filled with in the moment she would admit to Arnold her feelings. "Helga are you all right?"
"Oh...what? Oh yea. I'm just tired. " Helga turned to leave as the heat crept to her face. Arnold touched her wrist, causing her to stop, and face him again.
"Are you sure your okay? You look sick."
"I'm all right." she insisted. She had to get away from Arnold before she told him everything. But before she could run for her life Arnolds hand, fervently pushed her bangs back from her forehead, as he felt for fever.
His touch sent a pleasant warmth through her body. "No fever..."Arnold mumbled.
"Arnold," Helga swallowed. "Can I tell you something?"
"yea sure Helga." Arnold's face lit up brightly creating a contrast with the dim living room.
"What is it?" Arnold urged excitedly as he sat down on the couch. Helga's knees gave out at the prospect of confessing it all to Arnold at this moment. She slowly slid into a kneeling position in front of him. Was this the right time? Well...what did she have to lose?
"Helga before you start. I need to tell you something first. I love you. I've loved you since the day I saw you-so cold and vulnerable, crying in the rain. Even then I knew you were the only one for me." Arnold slowly leaned toward Helga, his eyes burning ardently. His lips touched hers with perfection as she was encased in nirvana. Her heart felt as if it were about to burst from inside her chest.
"Helga?" Helga blinked, and realized she was now in the real world. Her- still intact heart-sank into her stomach. Arnold's hands on either of her shoulders were withdrawn. His worried face came into focus above her own.
"Arnold..."
"Helga, what's wrong?" Arnold asked as the litle bit of courage she'd had drifted away from her grasp.
"Nothing. I'm just tired." She responded meekly. "I think I should hit the sack." Arnold remained silent as Helga stood up.
"Helga, I thought-"
"Goodnight Arnold" Helga couldn't resist. He was so close, and so adorable. She quickly brushed her lips against his soon-to-blush cheek. And with that Helga ran upstairs. "I can't believe I just did that." Helga whispered to herself while shaking her head as she climbed into bed.
Downstairs Arnld was still staring after Helga. He gazed at her open doorway until she turned off the light. He tediously laid down on the made up couch. He rested his head on the lightly peach scented pillow, reaching up to touch the cheek she'd kissed. Millions of questions were flying through his mind. In the end, he fell asleep with a sweet sigh, and a soft smile strewn across his face.
Arnold and Helga spent the rest of the weekend playing board games or watching movies. They both acted as if Helga had never kissed him. Their acts of unperturbed-ness went on until late Sunday evening. When Arnold's grandparents came to pick him up.
"Thank you for letting me stay here with you this weekend, Helga."
"Yea well, you didn't have any other tempting offers and I felt sorry for you Bucko." Helga was trying her best to hide her disappointment at the departing of his company. She stared at the ground shuffling her scuffed white shoes.
"Helga I had a good time. All things considered." He'd caught her attention with what he'd said when he lowered his voice.
"Goodbye and Goodnight Arnold."
"Night Helga." Utterly unexpectant of what Arnold was about to do, she stared awkwardly at him and his lopsided smile. He quickly returned the peck, she'd given him the previous night, on the cheek. She blushed furiously and hoped his grandparents hadn't seen fron their car. She closed the door, with explosive happiness.