In Darkened Corners
Disclaimer: I DO (not) own Hey Arnold! I still own the world but I'll have to work a little harder to own this. I STILL OWN THIS STORY AND MY IMAGINATION!
A/N: Hey! I want to thank everyone who has reviewed to my first chapter. I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to get this chapter up. I was spending my time working on 'Silent Night' and school just started up, again.
IMPORTANT: This whole chapter, except the ending, is a flash back! I'm going to show everyone how Arnold and Helga got to be so close!
Eternal Flash Back
"Move it, hair boy!" Helga shoved Arnold out of the way. She had woken up way to early and on the wrong side of her twin-sized bed. Arnold's face lit up when she pushed him. He couldn't help but smile when she laid one finger on him. "You, too, Geraldo!"
Gerald got an uninviting look on his face when she called him by his nickname. She had a nickname for practically everyone she knew. Arnold hated it because it made him feel down. At times, he despised Helga greatly. But other times he just wanted to hold her in his arms.
"Whatever you say, Helga." He muttered, staring at her back. He thought it was fascinating how she always wore that pink bow. That's the first thing he ever noticed about her. He could remember it like it was yesterday. . .
"Hi. Want to share my umbrella? I like your bow." He could hear his own little three-year-old voice saying those words over and over again in his head. He knew right then, he was in love. But could you really fall in love at such a young age? Was it just an obsession?
"When is she going to stop calling us these stupid names?" Gerald whispered to Arnold. He didn't hear a word he said. He was, once again, in a trance.
"What'd you say?" Arnold asked, a sleepy look upon his face. Gerald rolled his eyes at Arnold and shook his head.
"My friend, you have got it bad!"
"What do you mean?" Arnold defended himself.
"I mean it's obvious! Everyone in their right mind would know that you have a crush on Helga!" Gerald said matter-of-factly.
"I do not!" Arnold blushed. He knew that Gerald knew. How could he not? Arnold practically died when Helga touched him. And when Arnold accidentally knocked Helga out with a fly ball, giving her amnesia. He jumped at the chance to be with Helga.
Every year he would wish that they would be in the same class. Sure enough, it happened. Arnold thought it was because they were meant to be together. Helga thought it was just to make her mad.
"Come on! Admit it Arnold! You're in love with Helga G. Pataki!" Gerald replied. Arnold hated the way that Gerald, when talking of Helga, always slid the 'G.' in there. The truth was, neither of them knew her actual middle name.
One 'special' day that stood out in Arnold's mind, was the day that they became 'friends'. It was in the seventh grade; Mr. Simmons was still their teacher. They were getting ready the pull names from a hat for another 'special project'. The hat was coming around to Arnold. When it was finally sat on his desk, he out his hand into the hat and closed his eyes. 'Please, let me pull out Helga's name!' he thought. He decided upon a rather small slip of paper and pulled it out. His eyes were still close so he couldn't see what the paper read.
"Oh, great! Look's like were stuck together again, Football Head." He heard the voice of Helga. He bit his bottom lip to stop the praises that he wanted to shout from coming out. He opened his eyes and looked down at the paper. He turned after he read the name and, sure enough, Helga was behind him with her arms crossed.
"Yeah, I guess we are." He secretly smiled. Helga sat down in the seat vacant seat adjacent to his. "So, what do you want to do our project on?"
"I don't know. I was going to ask you the same thing." She replied.
"Stinky and Sid are doing theirs on how many Mr. Nutty bars they can eat in one minute. Want to do something like that?" He asked, regretting it the second he said it.
"Sure! We can see if a football could fit into your mouth." She laughed at her own joke. She stopped when she saw the look on Arnold's face.
"Helga, for once could you please just be nice to me? I'm trying my best here, not to explode with every comment you make!" He shouted, though he couldn't be heard over the chatter of other students. Helga looked at her hands.
"Sorry." She muttered. Arnold stared at her with blinking eyes. Did she just say 'sorry' to him? He never thought she'd apologize for anything. He didn't expect her to say anything. He actually was just waiting for her to throw another rude comment towards him.
"What'd you say?" He asked, shuffling in his seat.
"I said sorry! Now, could we please get on with our lives?"
"Yeah. And Helga?"
"What?" She asked looking Arnold in the eyes.
"Thanks. I'm sorry I yelled. I've just got a lot on my shoulders right now. I'm sure that you do, too. We could at least try to get along for the remainder of the project." Helga smiled at Arnold. His insides started to wiggle.
"So, what are we going to do this thing on, anyhow?" She brought the conversation back after a few silent minutes. Well, you couldn't call it silent. So we'll call it semi-silent.
"We could write stories about our lives? They would only have to be a few pages long and we would only have to spend a weekend to get them done."
"Yeah. The life of a bully and the life of an optimist!" She giggled. Once again, their pre-kindergarten flash back crossed his mind. He put on a half smile and entered a world of dreams.
Disclaimer: I DO (not) own Hey Arnold! I still own the world but I'll have to work a little harder to own this. I STILL OWN THIS STORY AND MY IMAGINATION!
A/N: Hey! I want to thank everyone who has reviewed to my first chapter. I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to get this chapter up. I was spending my time working on 'Silent Night' and school just started up, again.
IMPORTANT: This whole chapter, except the ending, is a flash back! I'm going to show everyone how Arnold and Helga got to be so close!
Eternal Flash Back
"Move it, hair boy!" Helga shoved Arnold out of the way. She had woken up way to early and on the wrong side of her twin-sized bed. Arnold's face lit up when she pushed him. He couldn't help but smile when she laid one finger on him. "You, too, Geraldo!"
Gerald got an uninviting look on his face when she called him by his nickname. She had a nickname for practically everyone she knew. Arnold hated it because it made him feel down. At times, he despised Helga greatly. But other times he just wanted to hold her in his arms.
"Whatever you say, Helga." He muttered, staring at her back. He thought it was fascinating how she always wore that pink bow. That's the first thing he ever noticed about her. He could remember it like it was yesterday. . .
"Hi. Want to share my umbrella? I like your bow." He could hear his own little three-year-old voice saying those words over and over again in his head. He knew right then, he was in love. But could you really fall in love at such a young age? Was it just an obsession?
"When is she going to stop calling us these stupid names?" Gerald whispered to Arnold. He didn't hear a word he said. He was, once again, in a trance.
"What'd you say?" Arnold asked, a sleepy look upon his face. Gerald rolled his eyes at Arnold and shook his head.
"My friend, you have got it bad!"
"What do you mean?" Arnold defended himself.
"I mean it's obvious! Everyone in their right mind would know that you have a crush on Helga!" Gerald said matter-of-factly.
"I do not!" Arnold blushed. He knew that Gerald knew. How could he not? Arnold practically died when Helga touched him. And when Arnold accidentally knocked Helga out with a fly ball, giving her amnesia. He jumped at the chance to be with Helga.
Every year he would wish that they would be in the same class. Sure enough, it happened. Arnold thought it was because they were meant to be together. Helga thought it was just to make her mad.
"Come on! Admit it Arnold! You're in love with Helga G. Pataki!" Gerald replied. Arnold hated the way that Gerald, when talking of Helga, always slid the 'G.' in there. The truth was, neither of them knew her actual middle name.
One 'special' day that stood out in Arnold's mind, was the day that they became 'friends'. It was in the seventh grade; Mr. Simmons was still their teacher. They were getting ready the pull names from a hat for another 'special project'. The hat was coming around to Arnold. When it was finally sat on his desk, he out his hand into the hat and closed his eyes. 'Please, let me pull out Helga's name!' he thought. He decided upon a rather small slip of paper and pulled it out. His eyes were still close so he couldn't see what the paper read.
"Oh, great! Look's like were stuck together again, Football Head." He heard the voice of Helga. He bit his bottom lip to stop the praises that he wanted to shout from coming out. He opened his eyes and looked down at the paper. He turned after he read the name and, sure enough, Helga was behind him with her arms crossed.
"Yeah, I guess we are." He secretly smiled. Helga sat down in the seat vacant seat adjacent to his. "So, what do you want to do our project on?"
"I don't know. I was going to ask you the same thing." She replied.
"Stinky and Sid are doing theirs on how many Mr. Nutty bars they can eat in one minute. Want to do something like that?" He asked, regretting it the second he said it.
"Sure! We can see if a football could fit into your mouth." She laughed at her own joke. She stopped when she saw the look on Arnold's face.
"Helga, for once could you please just be nice to me? I'm trying my best here, not to explode with every comment you make!" He shouted, though he couldn't be heard over the chatter of other students. Helga looked at her hands.
"Sorry." She muttered. Arnold stared at her with blinking eyes. Did she just say 'sorry' to him? He never thought she'd apologize for anything. He didn't expect her to say anything. He actually was just waiting for her to throw another rude comment towards him.
"What'd you say?" He asked, shuffling in his seat.
"I said sorry! Now, could we please get on with our lives?"
"Yeah. And Helga?"
"What?" She asked looking Arnold in the eyes.
"Thanks. I'm sorry I yelled. I've just got a lot on my shoulders right now. I'm sure that you do, too. We could at least try to get along for the remainder of the project." Helga smiled at Arnold. His insides started to wiggle.
"So, what are we going to do this thing on, anyhow?" She brought the conversation back after a few silent minutes. Well, you couldn't call it silent. So we'll call it semi-silent.
"We could write stories about our lives? They would only have to be a few pages long and we would only have to spend a weekend to get them done."
"Yeah. The life of a bully and the life of an optimist!" She giggled. Once again, their pre-kindergarten flash back crossed his mind. He put on a half smile and entered a world of dreams.