As Time Goes By
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~As
Time Goes By~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 8: Hearts full of
Passion, jealousy and hate.
All eyes were on the two,
who promptly separated. Of course, Helga was a bit slow…
Arnold panicked.
"N-N-No, it's not that…" He was speechless. He was able defend
himself, but he was lying.
Helga was enraged in a
moment near insanity. The cold wind of the balcony burned with cruel reality.
She was blind with anger, embarrassment, and confusion. She was enraged that
she had let herself succumb to Arnold, and she was falling into the trap of
being hurt again…but was she? Was he really interested in her? No, no
she can't do that. She was so close...yet so far. She'd just get hurt again,
just like with all the men in her life. She got up her courage to walk back
into the apartment. She was trying to pull herself back together when she
overheard Arnold. He was now standing around with a group of the men, they were
all eager to hear about the man that almost kissed Helga.
"No, of course not. It's
not that at all! She used to beat me up for goodness sake," Arnold joked.
He was incredibly confused; he wasn't trying to hurt Helga by denying his
feelings, or what almost happened. Yet, he still had a lot to figure out
himself. For goodness sake, he almost kissed Helga G. Pataki! He suddenly felt
very juvenile again.
"Good then
Arnold." Sid said, "Lila got in a small tiff with her fiancée and she
needs some consoling." He said coyly. Arnold was not in the mood for Lila
at all, but he decided to help out a friend.
Helga burned with white
heat. How could he even say that? Was that little football headed geekbait so
cocky that she wasn't good enough for her? She felt like she was a fourth
grader again. What was wrong with her anyway? What did Lila have that she
didn't? They had a wonderful conversation. She wanted so much for him to admit
the truth, yet she didn't believe it was the truth. Nor did she think that she
would be able to deal with it. 'No, I'm not going to make a scene. I'm just
going to get my things together and leave. Yes, that's what I'm going to do.
Come on old girl, you can do this…" She walked over as nonchalantly as
possible, which made her look like a teapot ready to boil over. She got her
small luggage bag and heard behind her….
Arnold came back to the
room with Lila and her fiancée, who apparently where okay now. He went back to
his conversation.
Helga started to listen
in, but this was all she heard.
"Come on, what
interest would we have in each other?" Arnold was trying to save his very
confused self. He nervously adjusted his tie. The group he was talking to
laughed.
Helga froze, just staring
at the great wooden door, as if she could melt it with her angry stare Arnold
walked over to Helga, apparently immune to the tension emanating from Helga. He
put his hand on her shoulder,
"Helga? Come on,
aren't I right?"
Helga was about to burst.
She didn't want to say it, she couldn't say it, she wasn't going to say it, she
WOULDN'T…
"Helga is something
wrong?"
Her lip curled.
'Concentrate on the door…not…on… Arnold…"
"Helga? What
happened?" Arnold asked.
"Maybe…maybe you've
been on drugs your whole life or you've been in denial…" Helga angrily
muttered.
"Huh?" Arnold
replied. Helga promptly turned around. 'What a cliché,' Arnold thought, 'But
she really is pretty when she's angry.'
"Don't you get
it!?!" Arnold was taken aback by this.
Peoples heads were
starting to turn and people were starting to pay attention.
Everyone in the party
stopped to see the scene.
"What's wrong?"
"Arnold, this isn't
the most appropriate place..."
"You have a problem
and you're my friend. Here is as good as anywhere. Now, is something bothering
you?"
"Is something bothering
me!?! Arnold, I think your old tiny hat you used to wear has suffocated your
brain!"
"What are you saying?"
Arnold said. The group had made a circle around the two. All eyes were on Helga
anticipating the reaction. She could feel their stares, and she didn't care.
"I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU
FOOTBALL HEAD!" Helga's hands snapped over her mouth in surprise. The
whole room went silent.
"Damn it Arnold!
Nancy Spumoni snow boots, your hat when it got lost, the beach incident, the
little pink book, the boyfriend trick, the parrot reciting poetry, when I was
in your room for no reason that day, how all the Juliet's quit in our 4th
grade school play, Did you EVER think about it? I mean did you EVER!?! Or did
you think that all of those things were just incredible luck? I mean did you
ever consider…" Helga trailed off.
Arnold stood there silent.
Phoebe was standing
speechless by the door.
"Phoebe, I'm so sorry
to have ruined your party…"
"You…didn't…it's…okay."
Was all a shocked Phoebe could get out. Helga gave her a quick hug then grabbed
her things and left. She ran down the hall into the elevator, she didn't care,
and neither did she listen to any of the yells or whoever was following her
down the hall.
She ran into the elevator,
and as the doors closed and she slid down the side of the wall and her head
hung as tears streamed down her face.
