Alrighty then Everybody! Hey, once again, a BIG thanks to everyone who said nice things about my fan fic. I'm soooo glad you guys like it since it's my first one. This parts kinda short, but it's important. Enjoy!
Thanks & Bunches ~ Stargaziey
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! (Though it would be nice.)
Magical Love
by Stargaziey
Part 3
Arnold laid on his bed, staring out his skylight. Helga's words kept replaying in his head. 'I have one, too.' She had said. Arnold knew exactly what she meant; she had a rose too. But he didn't understand how or why. He didn't understand why he had one and she had left in such a hurry.
'I've never seen Helga act that way.' He thought. Arnold sat up on his bed when he had a realization. He didn't want Helga to leave when she had come up to his room. She was acting nice for a change and Arnold had liked it. Liked it-liked it.
It had been three days since Helga had told Arnold about her rose bud. It rained out the game they had planned for Tuesday night and had poured down rained everyday since. It was Friday and Helga had avoided Arnold as much as she could. When she did have to say anything to him, she was just as mean and hateful as always. Perhaps, even, a little more.
The class kept working on their literature assignments from Miss O'Leigh. Helga had actually gained a respect for Miss O'Leigh after she began to read some of Emily Dickinson's poetry. Helga learned that she was very private and felt great emotion. She also wrote a lot of poetry about a certain special someone, much like herself. Miss O'Leigh had been right, Helga WAS surprised at how much she and Emily Dickinson had in common.
Arnold got off of his bed and went downstairs to find his grandpa, who was playing a game of checkers with Oskar Kokoshka, one of the Sunset Arms boarders.
"Grandpa, can I talk to you?" Arnold asked his grandfather, who was accusing Oskar of cheating.
"Sure, Short Man. What's your problem? That's cheating, Kokoshka!"
"Well, Helga's always really mean to me, but she was acting kinda nice earlier." Said Arnold
"I was not cheating. That was a fair move." Oskar dully argued back.
"You can't move your pieces backwards unless they're kings!" Grandpa yelled. "So what's the problem with that, Arnold?" He then asked.
"I was wondering what I should do. Should I talk to her about it and risk getting pounded or just hope that she acts nicer a little more often." Confided Arnold.
"Yes, you can. It's a special rule...only if you're the red pieces." Oskar went on.
"You cheating good-for-nothing, you just made that up!" He shouted to Oskar, then turned to Arnold, "Well, Arnold, first you have to find out why she was acting nice to you." Replied Grandpa.
"That's just it, I don't know. What should I do?" Said Arnold.
"Well, I can't really tell you what you should do, but I can tell you what you should never do." Replied Grandpa.
"Yeah, I know, grandpa. Never eat raspberries." Arnold said, a little disappointed.
"That's the stuff, Arnold." Said his grandfather, who went strait back to arguing with Oskar and hardly heard Arnold say, "Thanks, Grandpa."
Arnold left Oskar and his grandpa to their arguing. He put on his raincoat and went out into the pouring rain. Arnold walked for what seemed a very long time and when he looked up he realized he was only a few feet from Helga's house. He hadn't planed on ending up at her house, it just sort of...happened.
'Well, I'm here. I may as well try to talk to her. I just hope she doesn't pound me.' He thought. Arnold went up the stairs and knocked. A very droopy-eyed Miriam Pataki answered the door.
"Is Helga here?" asked Arnold.
"Ohh, yeah, she's right up in her room." Miriam said drowsily. Arnold climbed the stairs and knocked on Helga's door.
"Who is it?" Helga yelled from inside.
"It's Arnold." He replied.
"Arnold?" Helga cried. Arnold heard shuffling and a crashing noise come from her room, then she opened her bedroom door and they stood there for a moment in silence when she finally asked, "So what do you want, Football Head?"
"Helga, I wanted to ask about what you said the other day. You know, what you said about the rose bud."
"I...I..." Helga started, but she couldn't finish. Arnold looked around her room and found her white rose bud sitting in a green glass soda bottle. He went past her and walked over to the windowsill.
"I found it growing in one of the cracks in the sidewalk where weeds grow." She said, finally finding her tongue.
"But...why is yours white and mine is red?" He asked. Helga scoffed and replied, "How should I know, Arnoldo? I hardly know how it got in the crack in the sidewalk."
Arnold looked at her steadily, "You 'hardly' know? Do you have any idea." His heart full of hope that perhaps someone else knew about the mysterious purple cloaked person.
Helga stiffened a bit. 'You can't tell him about the weirdo in the cloak.' Her rational mind screamed at her. "I have no idea." She lied, "I just walked outside and there it was."
"But why did you take it in and keep it?" Arnold asked, he was determined. Helga jumped up and snapped, "What is this, Twenty Questions? Geez, Football Head, I said I didn't know how the stupid rose bud wound up on my sidewalk."
Arnold felt a little hurt by her outburst. He stood there watching her. He wanted to give up and leave like he had done hundreds of times before, but for some reason, just this once, he decided to try harder to bring down Helga's defensive wall. He was ready to put up a fight. Physical if necessary.
He took a step closer to Helga, "Please, Helga. You can tell me, I won't laugh. I'll believe you, no matter how weird it may be." Helga hesitated; she wanted to tell him. She tried to start, "I...I think someone put it there."
"Who?" Asked Arnold.
"Someone...wearing a purple cloak." Arnold's spirits soared and he replied, "So...you've seen them, too?" Helga looked at him, looked into his emerald eyes. Arnold continued, "That's who put the rose bud on my side walk. A person in a royal purple cloak. I saw them, but nobody else did."
Helga went to stand near Arnold next to the windowsill and she took her rose bud from its glass bottle. "But...why us. I mean, I don't think anyone else has one. I know Phoebe doesn't."
"Gerald doesn't either." Arnold said. They looked at the white, unfolded petals for a few moments then asked in unison, "But, what does this mean?"
The two stood by the window for a bit, trying hard to unravel the mysteries of their rose buds, when they heard a noise outside in the rain and looking out the window, they found the only solution to their questions.
"It's him!" Cried Arnold, "The guy in the purple cloak!"
To be continued...
Thanks & Bunches ~ Stargaziey
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! (Though it would be nice.)
Magical Love
by Stargaziey
Part 3
Arnold laid on his bed, staring out his skylight. Helga's words kept replaying in his head. 'I have one, too.' She had said. Arnold knew exactly what she meant; she had a rose too. But he didn't understand how or why. He didn't understand why he had one and she had left in such a hurry.
'I've never seen Helga act that way.' He thought. Arnold sat up on his bed when he had a realization. He didn't want Helga to leave when she had come up to his room. She was acting nice for a change and Arnold had liked it. Liked it-liked it.
It had been three days since Helga had told Arnold about her rose bud. It rained out the game they had planned for Tuesday night and had poured down rained everyday since. It was Friday and Helga had avoided Arnold as much as she could. When she did have to say anything to him, she was just as mean and hateful as always. Perhaps, even, a little more.
The class kept working on their literature assignments from Miss O'Leigh. Helga had actually gained a respect for Miss O'Leigh after she began to read some of Emily Dickinson's poetry. Helga learned that she was very private and felt great emotion. She also wrote a lot of poetry about a certain special someone, much like herself. Miss O'Leigh had been right, Helga WAS surprised at how much she and Emily Dickinson had in common.
Arnold got off of his bed and went downstairs to find his grandpa, who was playing a game of checkers with Oskar Kokoshka, one of the Sunset Arms boarders.
"Grandpa, can I talk to you?" Arnold asked his grandfather, who was accusing Oskar of cheating.
"Sure, Short Man. What's your problem? That's cheating, Kokoshka!"
"Well, Helga's always really mean to me, but she was acting kinda nice earlier." Said Arnold
"I was not cheating. That was a fair move." Oskar dully argued back.
"You can't move your pieces backwards unless they're kings!" Grandpa yelled. "So what's the problem with that, Arnold?" He then asked.
"I was wondering what I should do. Should I talk to her about it and risk getting pounded or just hope that she acts nicer a little more often." Confided Arnold.
"Yes, you can. It's a special rule...only if you're the red pieces." Oskar went on.
"You cheating good-for-nothing, you just made that up!" He shouted to Oskar, then turned to Arnold, "Well, Arnold, first you have to find out why she was acting nice to you." Replied Grandpa.
"That's just it, I don't know. What should I do?" Said Arnold.
"Well, I can't really tell you what you should do, but I can tell you what you should never do." Replied Grandpa.
"Yeah, I know, grandpa. Never eat raspberries." Arnold said, a little disappointed.
"That's the stuff, Arnold." Said his grandfather, who went strait back to arguing with Oskar and hardly heard Arnold say, "Thanks, Grandpa."
Arnold left Oskar and his grandpa to their arguing. He put on his raincoat and went out into the pouring rain. Arnold walked for what seemed a very long time and when he looked up he realized he was only a few feet from Helga's house. He hadn't planed on ending up at her house, it just sort of...happened.
'Well, I'm here. I may as well try to talk to her. I just hope she doesn't pound me.' He thought. Arnold went up the stairs and knocked. A very droopy-eyed Miriam Pataki answered the door.
"Is Helga here?" asked Arnold.
"Ohh, yeah, she's right up in her room." Miriam said drowsily. Arnold climbed the stairs and knocked on Helga's door.
"Who is it?" Helga yelled from inside.
"It's Arnold." He replied.
"Arnold?" Helga cried. Arnold heard shuffling and a crashing noise come from her room, then she opened her bedroom door and they stood there for a moment in silence when she finally asked, "So what do you want, Football Head?"
"Helga, I wanted to ask about what you said the other day. You know, what you said about the rose bud."
"I...I..." Helga started, but she couldn't finish. Arnold looked around her room and found her white rose bud sitting in a green glass soda bottle. He went past her and walked over to the windowsill.
"I found it growing in one of the cracks in the sidewalk where weeds grow." She said, finally finding her tongue.
"But...why is yours white and mine is red?" He asked. Helga scoffed and replied, "How should I know, Arnoldo? I hardly know how it got in the crack in the sidewalk."
Arnold looked at her steadily, "You 'hardly' know? Do you have any idea." His heart full of hope that perhaps someone else knew about the mysterious purple cloaked person.
Helga stiffened a bit. 'You can't tell him about the weirdo in the cloak.' Her rational mind screamed at her. "I have no idea." She lied, "I just walked outside and there it was."
"But why did you take it in and keep it?" Arnold asked, he was determined. Helga jumped up and snapped, "What is this, Twenty Questions? Geez, Football Head, I said I didn't know how the stupid rose bud wound up on my sidewalk."
Arnold felt a little hurt by her outburst. He stood there watching her. He wanted to give up and leave like he had done hundreds of times before, but for some reason, just this once, he decided to try harder to bring down Helga's defensive wall. He was ready to put up a fight. Physical if necessary.
He took a step closer to Helga, "Please, Helga. You can tell me, I won't laugh. I'll believe you, no matter how weird it may be." Helga hesitated; she wanted to tell him. She tried to start, "I...I think someone put it there."
"Who?" Asked Arnold.
"Someone...wearing a purple cloak." Arnold's spirits soared and he replied, "So...you've seen them, too?" Helga looked at him, looked into his emerald eyes. Arnold continued, "That's who put the rose bud on my side walk. A person in a royal purple cloak. I saw them, but nobody else did."
Helga went to stand near Arnold next to the windowsill and she took her rose bud from its glass bottle. "But...why us. I mean, I don't think anyone else has one. I know Phoebe doesn't."
"Gerald doesn't either." Arnold said. They looked at the white, unfolded petals for a few moments then asked in unison, "But, what does this mean?"
The two stood by the window for a bit, trying hard to unravel the mysteries of their rose buds, when they heard a noise outside in the rain and looking out the window, they found the only solution to their questions.
"It's him!" Cried Arnold, "The guy in the purple cloak!"
To be continued...