Alrighty then Everybody! Again! Thank you, thank you, thank you for the nice things you guys said about my fan fic. Hope you guys like this next part. Enjoy!
Thanks & Bunches ~ Stargaziey
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! (Though it would be nice.)
Magical Love
by Stargaziey
Part 4
"Come on, Helga." Said Arnold as he ran towards the door. Helga put her rose bud back into it's bottle and turned to him.
"I'm not going out there!" She cried, "What if he's some deranged psychopath out to get us?"
"Well, we'll never know till we find out. So, c'mon, they might be gone by now." He replied and headed out the door
'Oh, my dear, sweet Arnold. So brave. So bold. He looks danger in the face and laughs.' Helga thought to herself. Then she slapped herself back to reality and ran down the stairs, not far behind Arnold.
Helga finished putting on her raincoat as she stepped out into the pouring rain and scowled as she realized that the cloaked person was no longer where they once stood. "Oh, great, Football Head. He's gone."
"Where'd he go?" Asked Arnold. Then they saw him. Across the street, running in the direction of the City Park.
"Let's go!" cried Arnold to Helga as he started to run down the street.
They followed the cloaked figure into the City Park. But when they rounded a corner, the cloaked person was nowhere to be found.
Helga stopped short when she didn't see the cloaked figure anymore, but slipped in some mud and fell flat on her behind.
"Ouch!" she cried when she landed. She had mud splattered all over her and looked very similar to the way she did the day her and Arnold met.
"Helga!" said Arnold as he came back to where she sat, shivering in the mud. "Are you okay?"
Helga got mad, "Am I okay?! Does it look like I'm okay, Football Head? I'm sitting in mud, in the pouring rain, chasing after some weirdo who dresses funny!" She shouted. Helga saw his hurt face and sighed. "Yeah, I'm okay." She said quietly.
Arnold held out his hand to her and helped her up and the rain began to let up and, after a moment stopped. The two looked up into the dark gray sky.
"What is going on around here?" Helga whispered to nobody in particular.
"I don't know, but we should probably get home. I don't think we're going to find that person tonight." Arnold said, glancing around the park. Helga nodded in agreement.
When they reached Helga's house, Arnold had a thought. They had found their rose buds over a week ago. Helga didn't keep hers in water, but it still looked perfect. His was in water, but even after a week it should look a little wilted. For some reason, both of their rose buds had not wilted, nor bloomed, but looked exactly the same as when they had found them.
~~~
The next few days were some of the oddest that P.S. 118 had ever seen. Cats were still swarming around the school. The weather still shifted from pouring rain to sunshine within a matter of minutes, but the oddest of all was the fact that Helga G. Pataki and Arnold were being nice to each other.
One bright, Wednesday morning, Gerald asked his best friend about this odd behavior.
"Arnold, have you been feeling okay lately."
"Yeah, Gerald. Why shouldn't I?" Arnold replied, not surprised.
"Well every time I've seen you with Helga Pataki, you guys are nice to each other."
"Yeah, so?" replied Arnold.
"Now Arnold, correct me if I'm wrong, but last time I checked...she hates you." Gerald went on.
"Well..." started Arnold, but he was interrupted by several other students joining them.
Sid, Stinky, Rhonda, Sheena, Harold, and Nadine.
"Hey, Arnold, why you been hanging out with Helga so much lately. It's like you two are in love or something." Drawled Stinky.
"Yeah, I mean, what do you see in Helga anyway?" asked Rhonda.
"Arnold loves Helga, Arnold loves Helga!" Teased Harold.
Arnold had had enough. "That's it!" he shouted. "I do not love Helga, I've just been nicer to her because we're working on a project together." It was a lie, he knew. At least about the project. He wasn't sure about how he felt about her. Still, everyone had become very quite. Even Gerald didn't ask anymore questions.
Truth be told, Arnold really liked spending what time he did with Helga the past few days. She had been nice to him. She still got mad and defensive sometimes and called him Football Head, but other than that, she was a lot of fun.
Helga strolled down the hall with her best friend Phoebe. Phoebe was also a little confused about the change of heart between Helga and Arnold.
"We just found something that we have in common, Pheebs." Helga had replied to her friend's questions.
Helga was in light spirits until she heard Arnold's outburst in the hallway.
"I have to go, Pheebs." Helga said and ran to the Girls Room. Helga pulled out her locket and held it with trembling hands. "Oh, Arnold. I don't know what to do to make you like me. These last few days we have spent in civility are the best in my life and still I have yet to earn your love..."
Helga felt a warm hand on her should her and she gasped and turned. Miss O'Leigh was standing above her, smiling.
"Are you alright, Helga?" She asked.
"Of course I'm alright, why wouldn't I be." Helga replied, hiding her locket.
"Helga, I know how you feel about Arnold. You don't have to hide it from me and I won't tell anyone either." Miss O'Leigh said quietly.
Helga sighed, "Thanks, Miss O'Leigh." She trusted the woman to keep her secret and Friday was her last day anyway.
Miss O'Leigh smiled at Helga then left the bathroom, leaving Helga to her thoughts. Helga realized that she had to find out how Arnold did feel about her.
~~~
Later that day, Helga took her rose bud from its green bottle and left for Sunset Arms. She didn't know why she took the rose bud with her, but it made her feel a little stronger. Helga arrived at the boarding house and knocked on the door.
Arnold's grandpa answered the door. He knew who she was right away and smiled. "Oh, Helga, Arnold's up in his room."
"Thanks." She mumbled. She was so nervous. 'Now, Helga.' She thought to herself. 'You're not going to tell him your secret, you're just going to find out how he feels about you.'
Arnold opened his bedroom door to find Helga on the other side. He looked surprised to see her.
"Helga, come in." he said. Helga stood in his room a moment; she didn't say anything. Arnold was confused. "Was there something you needed?" he asked her.
"Arnold...I...I need to know something." She stammered.
"What's that, Helga?" he asked.
Helga looked all around the room except at Arnold; she avoided his face at all costs. She saw his red rose bud sitting in its vase on his bedside table. She looked at her own: a snowy white. She took a deep breath.
"I heard what you said today in the hall, Arnold." She said. Arnold became a little uncomfortable.
"Oh." He said.
"I know I haven't been acting like myself lately. I just...the whole thing with this person in the cloak and the rose buds and...I didn't want to try to figure it all out on my own." She said, slumping on to his couch.
In truth, they had not seen any sign of the person in the purple cloak since that night they had chased them into the City Park in the rain.
"I understand, Helga." Replied Arnold. He didn't know exactly what to say to her. They hadn't been spending a lot of time together. But the little they did, Helga had been nice. And Arnold liked her when she was nice. Liked her, liked her.
Arnold sat on the couch beside her and continued, "If it makes you feel any better, Helga, I only said that stuff in the hall because I was mad." Helga looked at him oddly.
"What do you mean?" She asked. Arnold blushed a little.
"Well, it just seemed easier to deny what they were saying instead of explaining it." He said, blushing a little more.
"You mean..." But Helga stopped. There was cat on Arnold's fire escape. A pretty black cat with pumpkin orange eyes. It was pawing at the window, trying to get their attention.
They both ran to the window and when Arnold the swung it open and the cat jumped down. It drew their attention to the ground where stood the person in the purple cloak.
"It's him!" Said Arnold. Helga was determined to find out what this whole thing was all about. Grabbing Arnold's hand, the two ran from his room to the street below.
When Arnold and Helga ran outside they didn't see the cloaked person at first, only a dozen cats or so. Then Helga pointed across the street, heading in the direction of the City Park. "There!"
They ran after the figure to the same spot where they had lost them before.
"Criminey! Not again!" Yelled Helga. Arnold was looking around trying to see anything out of the ordinary and noticed a couple of cats heading towards a thick group of trees. He nudged Helga, "What is it, Football Head?" she snapped. Arnold pointed towards the grove of trees and Helga saw another cat go inside.
"C'mon." Arnold whispered to her. They followed the same path that the cats had taken. It was a well-worn trail into a clearing at the center of the trees. It was a small clearing, no larger than 7 or 8 feet wide, but an interesting place indeed.
Arnold tapped Helga on the shoulder, he saw the cloaked person. They were holding one of the cats. The same one that had been scratching on Arnold's bedroom window.
"What do we do now?" Helga barely breathed to Arnold. He shrugged, but they didn't have to wait long for an answer.
A familiar voice came from inside the royal purple hood. "You don't have to hide, I promise I won't hurt you." It said.
Arnold and Helga looked at each other, they knew they should probably run, but were too curious and stepped out into the small clearing.
A silvery giggle came from the hood and the voice came again, "I knew the two of you would come find me sooner or later." The black cat jumped from the cloaked person's arms and the fair hands went to the hood. A mass of flame red curls tumbled down the back of the purple cloak and bright, emerald green eyes stared at Arnold and Helga as they gasped at the identity of their mysterious cloaked person. She smiled cheerfully.
Arnold and Helga gapped in a stupor, then found their tongues at the same moment,
"Miss O'Leigh?"
To be continued...
Thanks & Bunches ~ Stargaziey
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! (Though it would be nice.)
Magical Love
by Stargaziey
Part 4
"Come on, Helga." Said Arnold as he ran towards the door. Helga put her rose bud back into it's bottle and turned to him.
"I'm not going out there!" She cried, "What if he's some deranged psychopath out to get us?"
"Well, we'll never know till we find out. So, c'mon, they might be gone by now." He replied and headed out the door
'Oh, my dear, sweet Arnold. So brave. So bold. He looks danger in the face and laughs.' Helga thought to herself. Then she slapped herself back to reality and ran down the stairs, not far behind Arnold.
Helga finished putting on her raincoat as she stepped out into the pouring rain and scowled as she realized that the cloaked person was no longer where they once stood. "Oh, great, Football Head. He's gone."
"Where'd he go?" Asked Arnold. Then they saw him. Across the street, running in the direction of the City Park.
"Let's go!" cried Arnold to Helga as he started to run down the street.
They followed the cloaked figure into the City Park. But when they rounded a corner, the cloaked person was nowhere to be found.
Helga stopped short when she didn't see the cloaked figure anymore, but slipped in some mud and fell flat on her behind.
"Ouch!" she cried when she landed. She had mud splattered all over her and looked very similar to the way she did the day her and Arnold met.
"Helga!" said Arnold as he came back to where she sat, shivering in the mud. "Are you okay?"
Helga got mad, "Am I okay?! Does it look like I'm okay, Football Head? I'm sitting in mud, in the pouring rain, chasing after some weirdo who dresses funny!" She shouted. Helga saw his hurt face and sighed. "Yeah, I'm okay." She said quietly.
Arnold held out his hand to her and helped her up and the rain began to let up and, after a moment stopped. The two looked up into the dark gray sky.
"What is going on around here?" Helga whispered to nobody in particular.
"I don't know, but we should probably get home. I don't think we're going to find that person tonight." Arnold said, glancing around the park. Helga nodded in agreement.
When they reached Helga's house, Arnold had a thought. They had found their rose buds over a week ago. Helga didn't keep hers in water, but it still looked perfect. His was in water, but even after a week it should look a little wilted. For some reason, both of their rose buds had not wilted, nor bloomed, but looked exactly the same as when they had found them.
~~~
The next few days were some of the oddest that P.S. 118 had ever seen. Cats were still swarming around the school. The weather still shifted from pouring rain to sunshine within a matter of minutes, but the oddest of all was the fact that Helga G. Pataki and Arnold were being nice to each other.
One bright, Wednesday morning, Gerald asked his best friend about this odd behavior.
"Arnold, have you been feeling okay lately."
"Yeah, Gerald. Why shouldn't I?" Arnold replied, not surprised.
"Well every time I've seen you with Helga Pataki, you guys are nice to each other."
"Yeah, so?" replied Arnold.
"Now Arnold, correct me if I'm wrong, but last time I checked...she hates you." Gerald went on.
"Well..." started Arnold, but he was interrupted by several other students joining them.
Sid, Stinky, Rhonda, Sheena, Harold, and Nadine.
"Hey, Arnold, why you been hanging out with Helga so much lately. It's like you two are in love or something." Drawled Stinky.
"Yeah, I mean, what do you see in Helga anyway?" asked Rhonda.
"Arnold loves Helga, Arnold loves Helga!" Teased Harold.
Arnold had had enough. "That's it!" he shouted. "I do not love Helga, I've just been nicer to her because we're working on a project together." It was a lie, he knew. At least about the project. He wasn't sure about how he felt about her. Still, everyone had become very quite. Even Gerald didn't ask anymore questions.
Truth be told, Arnold really liked spending what time he did with Helga the past few days. She had been nice to him. She still got mad and defensive sometimes and called him Football Head, but other than that, she was a lot of fun.
Helga strolled down the hall with her best friend Phoebe. Phoebe was also a little confused about the change of heart between Helga and Arnold.
"We just found something that we have in common, Pheebs." Helga had replied to her friend's questions.
Helga was in light spirits until she heard Arnold's outburst in the hallway.
"I have to go, Pheebs." Helga said and ran to the Girls Room. Helga pulled out her locket and held it with trembling hands. "Oh, Arnold. I don't know what to do to make you like me. These last few days we have spent in civility are the best in my life and still I have yet to earn your love..."
Helga felt a warm hand on her should her and she gasped and turned. Miss O'Leigh was standing above her, smiling.
"Are you alright, Helga?" She asked.
"Of course I'm alright, why wouldn't I be." Helga replied, hiding her locket.
"Helga, I know how you feel about Arnold. You don't have to hide it from me and I won't tell anyone either." Miss O'Leigh said quietly.
Helga sighed, "Thanks, Miss O'Leigh." She trusted the woman to keep her secret and Friday was her last day anyway.
Miss O'Leigh smiled at Helga then left the bathroom, leaving Helga to her thoughts. Helga realized that she had to find out how Arnold did feel about her.
~~~
Later that day, Helga took her rose bud from its green bottle and left for Sunset Arms. She didn't know why she took the rose bud with her, but it made her feel a little stronger. Helga arrived at the boarding house and knocked on the door.
Arnold's grandpa answered the door. He knew who she was right away and smiled. "Oh, Helga, Arnold's up in his room."
"Thanks." She mumbled. She was so nervous. 'Now, Helga.' She thought to herself. 'You're not going to tell him your secret, you're just going to find out how he feels about you.'
Arnold opened his bedroom door to find Helga on the other side. He looked surprised to see her.
"Helga, come in." he said. Helga stood in his room a moment; she didn't say anything. Arnold was confused. "Was there something you needed?" he asked her.
"Arnold...I...I need to know something." She stammered.
"What's that, Helga?" he asked.
Helga looked all around the room except at Arnold; she avoided his face at all costs. She saw his red rose bud sitting in its vase on his bedside table. She looked at her own: a snowy white. She took a deep breath.
"I heard what you said today in the hall, Arnold." She said. Arnold became a little uncomfortable.
"Oh." He said.
"I know I haven't been acting like myself lately. I just...the whole thing with this person in the cloak and the rose buds and...I didn't want to try to figure it all out on my own." She said, slumping on to his couch.
In truth, they had not seen any sign of the person in the purple cloak since that night they had chased them into the City Park in the rain.
"I understand, Helga." Replied Arnold. He didn't know exactly what to say to her. They hadn't been spending a lot of time together. But the little they did, Helga had been nice. And Arnold liked her when she was nice. Liked her, liked her.
Arnold sat on the couch beside her and continued, "If it makes you feel any better, Helga, I only said that stuff in the hall because I was mad." Helga looked at him oddly.
"What do you mean?" She asked. Arnold blushed a little.
"Well, it just seemed easier to deny what they were saying instead of explaining it." He said, blushing a little more.
"You mean..." But Helga stopped. There was cat on Arnold's fire escape. A pretty black cat with pumpkin orange eyes. It was pawing at the window, trying to get their attention.
They both ran to the window and when Arnold the swung it open and the cat jumped down. It drew their attention to the ground where stood the person in the purple cloak.
"It's him!" Said Arnold. Helga was determined to find out what this whole thing was all about. Grabbing Arnold's hand, the two ran from his room to the street below.
When Arnold and Helga ran outside they didn't see the cloaked person at first, only a dozen cats or so. Then Helga pointed across the street, heading in the direction of the City Park. "There!"
They ran after the figure to the same spot where they had lost them before.
"Criminey! Not again!" Yelled Helga. Arnold was looking around trying to see anything out of the ordinary and noticed a couple of cats heading towards a thick group of trees. He nudged Helga, "What is it, Football Head?" she snapped. Arnold pointed towards the grove of trees and Helga saw another cat go inside.
"C'mon." Arnold whispered to her. They followed the same path that the cats had taken. It was a well-worn trail into a clearing at the center of the trees. It was a small clearing, no larger than 7 or 8 feet wide, but an interesting place indeed.
Arnold tapped Helga on the shoulder, he saw the cloaked person. They were holding one of the cats. The same one that had been scratching on Arnold's bedroom window.
"What do we do now?" Helga barely breathed to Arnold. He shrugged, but they didn't have to wait long for an answer.
A familiar voice came from inside the royal purple hood. "You don't have to hide, I promise I won't hurt you." It said.
Arnold and Helga looked at each other, they knew they should probably run, but were too curious and stepped out into the small clearing.
A silvery giggle came from the hood and the voice came again, "I knew the two of you would come find me sooner or later." The black cat jumped from the cloaked person's arms and the fair hands went to the hood. A mass of flame red curls tumbled down the back of the purple cloak and bright, emerald green eyes stared at Arnold and Helga as they gasped at the identity of their mysterious cloaked person. She smiled cheerfully.
Arnold and Helga gapped in a stupor, then found their tongues at the same moment,
"Miss O'Leigh?"
To be continued...