I probably misunderstood these lyrics....their lyrics are vague, but oh well. ^_^;
Disclaimer's on the first chapter, if you're looking for someone to sue. ^^;
I'll make the effort, love can last forever
Graceful swans of never topple to the earth
Tomorrow's just an excuse
And you can make it last
Forever you...
- Thirty-Three
Gerald left about a few hours ago. Apparently, I lost every single game. I still don't know what's wrong with me. Catching the night air once more, I hold that pink bow in my hand. I wonder if she'll ever let me keep it. But it's better in her hair than in a glass case in my room.
....glass case?
I know now that I need to speak to Helga. I'm not sure what to say or what to do, but it's something I can't practice in a mirror. It's something that needs to grow by itself, not rehearsed. But I feel like I might mess it up if I don't practice.
Whatever you have to say will come from your heart. Things from the heart never fail.
//In some cases.//
But it's different in this case.
And what will I say when I talk to her? What happens if she pushes me away again, not wanting to hear me try to bring the best out of her again? I'm nine years old, and I'm having these problems....I must be strange or something.
No, just precocious.
Everything's just going so fast...it feels like I haven't stopped the dizziness from when she confessed to me...
Why do I keep remembering that?
Because you love Helga, and her loving you back is special. It's a basic question.
//Why do you choose NOW to help me?//
You're too dense to do this on your own. You've always had a place for Helga, right? Helga's special to you in a way that no one can understand but yourself.
In a way, she could never measure up to Lila.
Measure up?
This is all too confusing......maybe I'll ask someone I can trust.
"Phoebe? Can I talk to you?"
"Why, of course. What is it?"
"I've never really...talked to anyone about something like this, besides Gerald...."
Did Phoebe just blush?
"....but he doesn't understand, so..."
"Is there a problem, Arnold?" She sounds like she knows.
"I'm sure you know about what happened...on the roof."
She smiles. "Yes, I do."
"I...can't stop thinking about it, Phoebe. Helga's all I think about, day and night. I can't concentrate, she's always in my dreams, I'm practically arguing with myself..."
I've never let out like that before. And it actually feels wonderful...no wonder everyone comes to me for advice, letting out all their worries and problems.
"It's strange that you come to me for advice, since everyone obviously goes to you. But I think I can help you."
"Do you know what's wrong?"
"It's pretty basic, Arnold....you like Helga."
"I know I like her...she's my frie--"
"No, I mean....you like her more than a friend. I believe you do know, you're just in denial. But you shouldn't be."
I blink. This can't be right...
Arnold, it is.
"This is wrong...I can't like Helga. She's just a friend, maybe when she confessed..."
"Arnold, I've seen this. You know Helga loves you, am I correct? Helga does the same thing. She knows she loves you, yet whenever anyone's around, she denies it. Somewhere, I know you feel the same way for her. It might be hard, considering how young you are, to comprehend it all. But I know."
"Is there...a reason why she won't talk to me or anything?"
"I can't say. But I'll get her to talk to you, though she's very stubborn. I suggest not being direct just yet. It might be overwhelming, to say the least."
"Thanks, Phoebe. You won't tell anyone, will you?"
"Not a word."
"Okay." I feel relieved now.
"Some people who react like this after a confession become infatuated with the person that confessed. However, I believe you've felt like this for a long time, Arnold. Probably longer than Helga has."
"How do you know?"
"I've seen you....I'm too quiet, I think. No one knows I observe everyone in the most subtle way, not even Helga."
"...thanks again." I smile, beginning to walk home.
"Oh, Arnold?"
"Yes?"
"....whatever you do, don't hurt Helga. She already is....heal her, if you can."
I'm confused. What does she mean?
"Wait...Phoebe?"
"Yes?"
"Should I talk to Gerald?" I know she knows what I meant, because at that moment, she blushed crimson.
"T....th...that would be....nice of you." I can't help but smile.
I love Saturday (what kid doesn't?), but not today. Maybe it's one of those days of the week that you just don't like for a reason, but only for that week only. And the day of that week is Saturday.
Or maybe I just never get to see Helga as much on a Saturday.
I pass by Gerald Field, watching some of the guys play. Somehow, I don't feel like playing baseball, which is probably a first.
Great. I'm not just losing my mind, I'm losing my memory too.
Phoebe said I have a crush on Helga. Not that I don't mind. Sometimes, she can be nice and all, she just needs help making 'sometimes' all the time. It's just that the idea never occurred to me before.
But....now I understand.
I like Helga.
That's the first time you ever admitted it to yourself.
I just realized it....I like Helga. That feeling I always had for her whenever she was herself, the part of her that always surprised me and made me feel happy.
I don't think I love her yet, but I'm completely sure I like her......wanting to know her so much....
It's the truth, huh?
//Yes.//
"Hello Arnold, it's ever so nice to see you." I snap out of my thoughts. Lila.
"Oh, hi Lila." Her smile turns into a worried expression.
"Not that...I'm angry about it...or jealous....but you've been ignoring me ever so much, Arnold. Is something wrong?"
"I'm fine, Lila." I really don't like how she said that.
"Um...Arnold...this doesn't have to do with Helga, does it?" My eyes open wide. How does she know?
"How do you know?"
"A person must be ever so blind as to not notice. And I do know that she likes you likes you."
"How? Who told you?"
"She did."
Why would Helga tell Lila?
"Well, she told me because she wanted to be Juliet ever so much in our school play."
She wanted to be Juliet, because I was Romeo. That's not surprising.
"You like her like her, don't you Arnold?" she says, smiling.
"I think I do."
"I had a funny feeling that you liked her. That's why I couldn't like you like you, Arnold. It would be ever so wrong."
"Really?" Why is she so perceptive?
"Yes. I think it's ever so sweet! But please don't hurt her, Arnold, or I'll be ever so angry."
"I promise I won't, Lila."
'Thank you...I'll talk to you later, my dad is waiting for me. Bye, Arnold!" she says, walking away.
"Hey, Arnold!" Gerald calls out. "Why don't you play with us?"
I run out to the field, happy. I guess I know now.
I'm late for dinner, but I just want to stay out here for a while more. I sit on a bench in the park, just watching the stars in a (for once) clear night sky. Since I studied them for fun once, I can recognize some of the constellations. I've always liked spotting Andromeda and Aquila* for some reason, tracing the lines between the stars with my finger.
"What'cha doing, Football Head? Having a discussion with the sky?" My eyes widen, and I look to my left. Helga's sitting there, her arms crossed.
"No, I was just looking for the constellations."
"I guess it's a perfect night to look at them, huh? Oh, there's Andromeda....there's a story to it, I think." I smile.
"Yeah, I like to trace that one out...looks like a T. What's the story?"
"I don't really remember, just that this girl was chained to a rock, and this guy named Perseus saved her. It's Greek Mythology, I think."
"You like Greek Mythology?" There IS more to her than meets the eye.
"Yeah, some of it."
We sit in silence for a while. Should I talk to her about it, hint it, or leave it alone?
"How come you're out so late, Helga?"
"What, I can't be outside after dark? Is there a LAW against it?"
"No, I was just wondering."
"If you really want to know, Olga came back today, so Big Bob and Miriam took her out to dinner. They didn't even leave me anything. So they won't care that I'm out here late anyway."
Helga has such terrible parents....I really don't understand why they're so hard on her. If only they would stop paying attention to Olga and see who Helga actually is...
"That's terrible, Helga--"
"Yeah, yeah, so what else is new? Anyway, why are you out here?" She's trying to change the subject. I don't blame her.
"I just need to think, that's all."
"Think about what, Arnoldo?"
".....things." I think she gets the hint, because all she does is nod and stay silent. She leans forward, obviously tired, hungry, and hurt. Biting my lip in nervousness, I take her hand.
She stares at me.
"Helga....you're not alone, okay? I'm here if you need me." She looks as though she wants to cry, but obviously is fighting them back as she yanks her hand from my grasp.
"Look, Football Head, I don't need help, and I don't need you. I'm just fine!"
"No, you're not, Helga. You're obviously neglected from your parents. I want to help you."
"Yeah, well, you can't. You can't do anything...no one can. Now leave me alone."
Helga turns away from me, facing the side of the bench. I close my eyes, feeling another rush of night wind.
"Helga....I want you to come for dinner at my house. Please?"
She did nothing but stare, eyes wide open.
~~~~~
* = A really bad pun. ^^; Arnold's name means "Powerful Eagle".....Aquila is The Eagle. ^_^;
~~~~~
M. Silvermane - You're welcome, and thank you. ^^; (That sounded strange in the same sentence...) I know not even HE listens to his voice of reason sometimes. *is reminded of New Bully on the Block*
UnluckyBlueGoddess - I found that weird, considering he's the main character. And since we always get a POV of Helga, we needed one of Arnold too.
Psy_Girl - Really? I hope you get to see it one way or another. (And Mexico's right near Belize, where my family comes from. ^_^ Cool.) Thank you. ^^
Disclaimer's on the first chapter, if you're looking for someone to sue. ^^;
I'll make the effort, love can last forever
Graceful swans of never topple to the earth
Tomorrow's just an excuse
And you can make it last
Forever you...
- Thirty-Three
Gerald left about a few hours ago. Apparently, I lost every single game. I still don't know what's wrong with me. Catching the night air once more, I hold that pink bow in my hand. I wonder if she'll ever let me keep it. But it's better in her hair than in a glass case in my room.
....glass case?
I know now that I need to speak to Helga. I'm not sure what to say or what to do, but it's something I can't practice in a mirror. It's something that needs to grow by itself, not rehearsed. But I feel like I might mess it up if I don't practice.
Whatever you have to say will come from your heart. Things from the heart never fail.
//In some cases.//
But it's different in this case.
And what will I say when I talk to her? What happens if she pushes me away again, not wanting to hear me try to bring the best out of her again? I'm nine years old, and I'm having these problems....I must be strange or something.
No, just precocious.
Everything's just going so fast...it feels like I haven't stopped the dizziness from when she confessed to me...
Why do I keep remembering that?
Because you love Helga, and her loving you back is special. It's a basic question.
//Why do you choose NOW to help me?//
You're too dense to do this on your own. You've always had a place for Helga, right? Helga's special to you in a way that no one can understand but yourself.
In a way, she could never measure up to Lila.
Measure up?
This is all too confusing......maybe I'll ask someone I can trust.
"Phoebe? Can I talk to you?"
"Why, of course. What is it?"
"I've never really...talked to anyone about something like this, besides Gerald...."
Did Phoebe just blush?
"....but he doesn't understand, so..."
"Is there a problem, Arnold?" She sounds like she knows.
"I'm sure you know about what happened...on the roof."
She smiles. "Yes, I do."
"I...can't stop thinking about it, Phoebe. Helga's all I think about, day and night. I can't concentrate, she's always in my dreams, I'm practically arguing with myself..."
I've never let out like that before. And it actually feels wonderful...no wonder everyone comes to me for advice, letting out all their worries and problems.
"It's strange that you come to me for advice, since everyone obviously goes to you. But I think I can help you."
"Do you know what's wrong?"
"It's pretty basic, Arnold....you like Helga."
"I know I like her...she's my frie--"
"No, I mean....you like her more than a friend. I believe you do know, you're just in denial. But you shouldn't be."
I blink. This can't be right...
Arnold, it is.
"This is wrong...I can't like Helga. She's just a friend, maybe when she confessed..."
"Arnold, I've seen this. You know Helga loves you, am I correct? Helga does the same thing. She knows she loves you, yet whenever anyone's around, she denies it. Somewhere, I know you feel the same way for her. It might be hard, considering how young you are, to comprehend it all. But I know."
"Is there...a reason why she won't talk to me or anything?"
"I can't say. But I'll get her to talk to you, though she's very stubborn. I suggest not being direct just yet. It might be overwhelming, to say the least."
"Thanks, Phoebe. You won't tell anyone, will you?"
"Not a word."
"Okay." I feel relieved now.
"Some people who react like this after a confession become infatuated with the person that confessed. However, I believe you've felt like this for a long time, Arnold. Probably longer than Helga has."
"How do you know?"
"I've seen you....I'm too quiet, I think. No one knows I observe everyone in the most subtle way, not even Helga."
"...thanks again." I smile, beginning to walk home.
"Oh, Arnold?"
"Yes?"
"....whatever you do, don't hurt Helga. She already is....heal her, if you can."
I'm confused. What does she mean?
"Wait...Phoebe?"
"Yes?"
"Should I talk to Gerald?" I know she knows what I meant, because at that moment, she blushed crimson.
"T....th...that would be....nice of you." I can't help but smile.
I love Saturday (what kid doesn't?), but not today. Maybe it's one of those days of the week that you just don't like for a reason, but only for that week only. And the day of that week is Saturday.
Or maybe I just never get to see Helga as much on a Saturday.
I pass by Gerald Field, watching some of the guys play. Somehow, I don't feel like playing baseball, which is probably a first.
Great. I'm not just losing my mind, I'm losing my memory too.
Phoebe said I have a crush on Helga. Not that I don't mind. Sometimes, she can be nice and all, she just needs help making 'sometimes' all the time. It's just that the idea never occurred to me before.
But....now I understand.
I like Helga.
That's the first time you ever admitted it to yourself.
I just realized it....I like Helga. That feeling I always had for her whenever she was herself, the part of her that always surprised me and made me feel happy.
I don't think I love her yet, but I'm completely sure I like her......wanting to know her so much....
It's the truth, huh?
//Yes.//
"Hello Arnold, it's ever so nice to see you." I snap out of my thoughts. Lila.
"Oh, hi Lila." Her smile turns into a worried expression.
"Not that...I'm angry about it...or jealous....but you've been ignoring me ever so much, Arnold. Is something wrong?"
"I'm fine, Lila." I really don't like how she said that.
"Um...Arnold...this doesn't have to do with Helga, does it?" My eyes open wide. How does she know?
"How do you know?"
"A person must be ever so blind as to not notice. And I do know that she likes you likes you."
"How? Who told you?"
"She did."
Why would Helga tell Lila?
"Well, she told me because she wanted to be Juliet ever so much in our school play."
She wanted to be Juliet, because I was Romeo. That's not surprising.
"You like her like her, don't you Arnold?" she says, smiling.
"I think I do."
"I had a funny feeling that you liked her. That's why I couldn't like you like you, Arnold. It would be ever so wrong."
"Really?" Why is she so perceptive?
"Yes. I think it's ever so sweet! But please don't hurt her, Arnold, or I'll be ever so angry."
"I promise I won't, Lila."
'Thank you...I'll talk to you later, my dad is waiting for me. Bye, Arnold!" she says, walking away.
"Hey, Arnold!" Gerald calls out. "Why don't you play with us?"
I run out to the field, happy. I guess I know now.
I'm late for dinner, but I just want to stay out here for a while more. I sit on a bench in the park, just watching the stars in a (for once) clear night sky. Since I studied them for fun once, I can recognize some of the constellations. I've always liked spotting Andromeda and Aquila* for some reason, tracing the lines between the stars with my finger.
"What'cha doing, Football Head? Having a discussion with the sky?" My eyes widen, and I look to my left. Helga's sitting there, her arms crossed.
"No, I was just looking for the constellations."
"I guess it's a perfect night to look at them, huh? Oh, there's Andromeda....there's a story to it, I think." I smile.
"Yeah, I like to trace that one out...looks like a T. What's the story?"
"I don't really remember, just that this girl was chained to a rock, and this guy named Perseus saved her. It's Greek Mythology, I think."
"You like Greek Mythology?" There IS more to her than meets the eye.
"Yeah, some of it."
We sit in silence for a while. Should I talk to her about it, hint it, or leave it alone?
"How come you're out so late, Helga?"
"What, I can't be outside after dark? Is there a LAW against it?"
"No, I was just wondering."
"If you really want to know, Olga came back today, so Big Bob and Miriam took her out to dinner. They didn't even leave me anything. So they won't care that I'm out here late anyway."
Helga has such terrible parents....I really don't understand why they're so hard on her. If only they would stop paying attention to Olga and see who Helga actually is...
"That's terrible, Helga--"
"Yeah, yeah, so what else is new? Anyway, why are you out here?" She's trying to change the subject. I don't blame her.
"I just need to think, that's all."
"Think about what, Arnoldo?"
".....things." I think she gets the hint, because all she does is nod and stay silent. She leans forward, obviously tired, hungry, and hurt. Biting my lip in nervousness, I take her hand.
She stares at me.
"Helga....you're not alone, okay? I'm here if you need me." She looks as though she wants to cry, but obviously is fighting them back as she yanks her hand from my grasp.
"Look, Football Head, I don't need help, and I don't need you. I'm just fine!"
"No, you're not, Helga. You're obviously neglected from your parents. I want to help you."
"Yeah, well, you can't. You can't do anything...no one can. Now leave me alone."
Helga turns away from me, facing the side of the bench. I close my eyes, feeling another rush of night wind.
"Helga....I want you to come for dinner at my house. Please?"
She did nothing but stare, eyes wide open.
~~~~~
* = A really bad pun. ^^; Arnold's name means "Powerful Eagle".....Aquila is The Eagle. ^_^;
~~~~~
M. Silvermane - You're welcome, and thank you. ^^; (That sounded strange in the same sentence...) I know not even HE listens to his voice of reason sometimes. *is reminded of New Bully on the Block*
UnluckyBlueGoddess - I found that weird, considering he's the main character. And since we always get a POV of Helga, we needed one of Arnold too.
Psy_Girl - Really? I hope you get to see it one way or another. (And Mexico's right near Belize, where my family comes from. ^_^ Cool.) Thank you. ^^