I don't think I wrote this good enough, but I'm moderately satisfied. ^_^;
Disclaimer's on the first chapter, if you're looking for someone to sue. ^^;
And I want to let her know
That I won't let her go
I want to let her know
That I love her so
- Blew Away
We walk into the boarding house, where all the boarders were already sitting in the dining room, arguing. Helga raises her eyebrow.
"What are they arguing about?" she asks.
"I don't know. It's always like this."
"Heh. I'm surprised you haven't lost your sanity, Football Head." But she said it without a hateful tone for once.
"I'm surprised too." Grandma, dressed as a medieval peasant, sees us and smiles.
"Kimba! And I see you've brought Eleanor with you. Hurry now, the banquet is about to start!"
"....sure, Grandma."
"Grandma, what took so long?" says Mr. Potts, once the food is served. Everyone seems angry.
"Enough whining. We've got the food in front of us, now eat!" says Grandpa, obviously angry at all the arguing.
Helga's silent.
"So, Arnold, who is this you've brought with you to dinner?" asks Mrs. Kokoshka, smiling.
"Yeah, she's one more mouth to feed, Arnold, why bring her?" says Mr. Kokoshka. Everyone glares at him.
"Oskar!" says Mrs. Kokoshka, angry. "Now, what's your name?"
"My name's Helga." she answers. I wonder why she's so quiet?
"Eleanor Roosevelt thought she would drop in for the annual banquet once again!" says Grandma.
Once again?
"Whatever you say, Pookie." says Grandpa.
I lean over to whisper to Helga.
"Why are you so quiet? They're a bit weird, but okay."
"I'm quiet because I WANT to be, okay?" she snaps at me. I wonder...are things that bad?
"Whatever you say, Helga. But you're not unworthy, okay?" I say. Did I say the right thing? It was only a guess as what she was thinking.
But her eyes widen. Maybe I was right.
She is sitting on my bed, probably thinking of what had just happened. It must feel awkward to be in the room of the one you love. I can't help but blush at that.
"Why are you blushing, Arnoldo?"
"....no reason."
"Is it LILA?" She said 'Lila' with such cruelty, disgust, and jealousy.
"No, I'm over Lila already."
It's surprising that she didn't refuse my offer. I would've thought she would still try to keep up her facade.
"Why did you accept, Helga?" I ask curiously.
"....because I felt like it. Is there a problem, Football Head? Do you want me to leave now? Was the whole 'come for dinner, please' thing just a joke to you?"
She sounds so emotional now.
"No, it's just that...you accepted. I never thought you would. I thought you'd push me away."
"Well, maybe I'm trying to be nice to you for once."
I smile. ".....it makes you prettier."
Did I just SAY THAT?
"What?" she asks, one side of her eyebrow raising. It's a funny thing to see, but I really don't mind it.
"I said....you're prettier when you're nice."
Silence.
"....thanks, Arnold."
"You're welcome, Helga." She bites her lip, as though trying to decide something, but then shakes her head.
"Hey, Arnold?"
"Yeah, Helga?"
"Can I stay here for the night?"
Now that's surprising. But I smile once more. "Sure."
My heart was throbbing. Helga asked to stay the night. She goes back to her house to get her things. I'm shaking at the thought, not being able to control myself. I walk downstairs to get a glass of water, hoping it'll calm me down.
I've never felt like this before.
She returns, her stuff all in a light pink bag. Even the color of the bag suits her. I think if she started to wear a new color, she would never be the same.
"What are you staring at, Arnoldo?" she says, confused.
"Uh....nothing. Here, you can take the bed." I say, trying to steer away from the subject of why I was staring.
"Thanks." she says, getting under the covers. She tries to cover up, but I can see her sniffing my pillow. I smile.
"What?" she asks in an annoyed tone. Her mood changes more than the weather.
"The shampoo is Ocean Breeze." She blinks. Got her.
With a touch of the button on my remote, I turn the lights off. Sometimes, I like sleeping on the couch. It's not the least bit uncomfortable. But for some reasons, I can't sleep now.
"Helga?"
"What, Arnold?"
"Mind if I put on the radio? I won't put on any loud music."
"Sure."
A summer storm graces all of me
Highway warm sing silent poetry
I could bring you the light
And take you home into the night....*
I turn off the radio a bit later, feeling the sleep take over. I look over, only to see Helga sound asleep. Quietly, I walk over to her, glancing at her face in the moonlight.
She really does look beautiful.
Placing a small kiss on her cheek, I smile.
"Wait for me, okay?"
The sunlight of the morning shines from the ceiling, almost blinding me. Sitting up, I notice that Helga already woke. I make up the bed, smiling to myself. It's all confusing that Helga would even ask to stay over. I guess that the whole confession thing left her more confident to show her real self.
It's nice.
Getting dressed, I walk downstairs, where apparently everyone was done with breakfast. Surprised, I look at the clock. It's already noon. And Helga's nowhere to be found. She probably left already.
Grandma smiles at me while washing the dishes. "Eleanor left before you could arise, Kimba. She sends her thanks."
"....okay, Grandma." Sometimes, Grandma's just too weird.
As I walk back up to my room, I notice a small piece of paper on my desk. Pink.
Thanks, Arnold. I know you're probably wondering why I asked to sleep over....but maybe I can explain or something...some other time.
Helga
I think I've been smiling too much these days. Helga's starting to break down her wall...
"....whatever you do, don't hurt Helga. She already is....heal her, if you can."
Now I understand what Phoebe meant.
~~~~~
* = From the song "To Sheila".
~~~~~
CrazyLake42 - You're saying what I've been saying for a long time now. ^^; No matter how good I write, someone always writes it better than me. But you should try and improve anyway. I'm sure anyone could write good if they put their minds to it. ^_^ God, I'm starting to sound like Arnold. o_o
M. Silvermane - LOL Something like that always happens to me when I'm reading fics. Coincidence? I think not. ^^
Sabrina - Arnold should be a huge influence on the guys of today, to teach them how they SHOULD be (excluding denseness, but then again, it's cute). ^_^ So sweet and caring and....one could dream of someone like that. ^_~ I'm idealizing again. (If that's even a word.)
Disclaimer's on the first chapter, if you're looking for someone to sue. ^^;
And I want to let her know
That I won't let her go
I want to let her know
That I love her so
- Blew Away
We walk into the boarding house, where all the boarders were already sitting in the dining room, arguing. Helga raises her eyebrow.
"What are they arguing about?" she asks.
"I don't know. It's always like this."
"Heh. I'm surprised you haven't lost your sanity, Football Head." But she said it without a hateful tone for once.
"I'm surprised too." Grandma, dressed as a medieval peasant, sees us and smiles.
"Kimba! And I see you've brought Eleanor with you. Hurry now, the banquet is about to start!"
"....sure, Grandma."
"Grandma, what took so long?" says Mr. Potts, once the food is served. Everyone seems angry.
"Enough whining. We've got the food in front of us, now eat!" says Grandpa, obviously angry at all the arguing.
Helga's silent.
"So, Arnold, who is this you've brought with you to dinner?" asks Mrs. Kokoshka, smiling.
"Yeah, she's one more mouth to feed, Arnold, why bring her?" says Mr. Kokoshka. Everyone glares at him.
"Oskar!" says Mrs. Kokoshka, angry. "Now, what's your name?"
"My name's Helga." she answers. I wonder why she's so quiet?
"Eleanor Roosevelt thought she would drop in for the annual banquet once again!" says Grandma.
Once again?
"Whatever you say, Pookie." says Grandpa.
I lean over to whisper to Helga.
"Why are you so quiet? They're a bit weird, but okay."
"I'm quiet because I WANT to be, okay?" she snaps at me. I wonder...are things that bad?
"Whatever you say, Helga. But you're not unworthy, okay?" I say. Did I say the right thing? It was only a guess as what she was thinking.
But her eyes widen. Maybe I was right.
She is sitting on my bed, probably thinking of what had just happened. It must feel awkward to be in the room of the one you love. I can't help but blush at that.
"Why are you blushing, Arnoldo?"
"....no reason."
"Is it LILA?" She said 'Lila' with such cruelty, disgust, and jealousy.
"No, I'm over Lila already."
It's surprising that she didn't refuse my offer. I would've thought she would still try to keep up her facade.
"Why did you accept, Helga?" I ask curiously.
"....because I felt like it. Is there a problem, Football Head? Do you want me to leave now? Was the whole 'come for dinner, please' thing just a joke to you?"
She sounds so emotional now.
"No, it's just that...you accepted. I never thought you would. I thought you'd push me away."
"Well, maybe I'm trying to be nice to you for once."
I smile. ".....it makes you prettier."
Did I just SAY THAT?
"What?" she asks, one side of her eyebrow raising. It's a funny thing to see, but I really don't mind it.
"I said....you're prettier when you're nice."
Silence.
"....thanks, Arnold."
"You're welcome, Helga." She bites her lip, as though trying to decide something, but then shakes her head.
"Hey, Arnold?"
"Yeah, Helga?"
"Can I stay here for the night?"
Now that's surprising. But I smile once more. "Sure."
My heart was throbbing. Helga asked to stay the night. She goes back to her house to get her things. I'm shaking at the thought, not being able to control myself. I walk downstairs to get a glass of water, hoping it'll calm me down.
I've never felt like this before.
She returns, her stuff all in a light pink bag. Even the color of the bag suits her. I think if she started to wear a new color, she would never be the same.
"What are you staring at, Arnoldo?" she says, confused.
"Uh....nothing. Here, you can take the bed." I say, trying to steer away from the subject of why I was staring.
"Thanks." she says, getting under the covers. She tries to cover up, but I can see her sniffing my pillow. I smile.
"What?" she asks in an annoyed tone. Her mood changes more than the weather.
"The shampoo is Ocean Breeze." She blinks. Got her.
With a touch of the button on my remote, I turn the lights off. Sometimes, I like sleeping on the couch. It's not the least bit uncomfortable. But for some reasons, I can't sleep now.
"Helga?"
"What, Arnold?"
"Mind if I put on the radio? I won't put on any loud music."
"Sure."
A summer storm graces all of me
Highway warm sing silent poetry
I could bring you the light
And take you home into the night....*
I turn off the radio a bit later, feeling the sleep take over. I look over, only to see Helga sound asleep. Quietly, I walk over to her, glancing at her face in the moonlight.
She really does look beautiful.
Placing a small kiss on her cheek, I smile.
"Wait for me, okay?"
The sunlight of the morning shines from the ceiling, almost blinding me. Sitting up, I notice that Helga already woke. I make up the bed, smiling to myself. It's all confusing that Helga would even ask to stay over. I guess that the whole confession thing left her more confident to show her real self.
It's nice.
Getting dressed, I walk downstairs, where apparently everyone was done with breakfast. Surprised, I look at the clock. It's already noon. And Helga's nowhere to be found. She probably left already.
Grandma smiles at me while washing the dishes. "Eleanor left before you could arise, Kimba. She sends her thanks."
"....okay, Grandma." Sometimes, Grandma's just too weird.
As I walk back up to my room, I notice a small piece of paper on my desk. Pink.
Thanks, Arnold. I know you're probably wondering why I asked to sleep over....but maybe I can explain or something...some other time.
Helga
I think I've been smiling too much these days. Helga's starting to break down her wall...
"....whatever you do, don't hurt Helga. She already is....heal her, if you can."
Now I understand what Phoebe meant.
~~~~~
* = From the song "To Sheila".
~~~~~
CrazyLake42 - You're saying what I've been saying for a long time now. ^^; No matter how good I write, someone always writes it better than me. But you should try and improve anyway. I'm sure anyone could write good if they put their minds to it. ^_^ God, I'm starting to sound like Arnold. o_o
M. Silvermane - LOL Something like that always happens to me when I'm reading fics. Coincidence? I think not. ^^
Sabrina - Arnold should be a huge influence on the guys of today, to teach them how they SHOULD be (excluding denseness, but then again, it's cute). ^_^ So sweet and caring and....one could dream of someone like that. ^_~ I'm idealizing again. (If that's even a word.)