Helga moves in: Part 3
Hey guys! This is the third part to Helga moves in (well duh! Lol. ) Anyway, please tell me how I'm doing, or what I can do to improve it… Thanks! Now, on with part three! =)
Helga slammed the door to the Sunset Arms and was on her way to her house.
"Criminey! Can't I ever get a minute alone with Arnold without being called upon?" She thought.
She rounded a corner and bumped into Phoebe.
"Oh, hey Phoebes." Helga said.
"Sorry Helga, I was just at your house. Your dad said you were still at Arnolds' or on your way home."
"Yeah, I can't be away from my house for more than a second during this stupid move. Well, I have to go start packing."
"Do you want some assistance, Helga?" Phoebe asked inquisitively.
"Sure Phoebes, come on."
Helga turned the knob of the door slowly, Phoebe standing beside her. Helga opened it and walked in quietly, signaling to Phoebe to be quiet by putting her index finger up to her lips.
"Why are we being quiet Helga?" Phoebe whispered.
"Because I don't feel like getting yelled at by Bob."
Too late.
"Olga! Is that you?" He yelled.
"Its HELga Bob, who else would it be."
"Well get your keester up to your room and start packing! We're moving tomorrow!"
"Alright, alright! I'm going already. Ca-Riminey!"
Helga stormed up to her room, Phoebe trailing behind. They started going through what Helga mostly wanted to keep, since the room was too small to bring every possession she owned. She wasn't going to part with her stuff though, her mom told her that what they couldn't fit into the boarding room, would be packed in a U-Hall until they could support themselves and get a bigger place.
Phoebe wandered towards the closet, with Helga watching her closely. Even though Phoebe knew that Helga liked Arnold, she didn't know she was obsessive, maybe even possessed with him. Phoebe started to reach for the closets' knob, but Helga jumped between her and the door, spreading her arms and legs out, as if protecting something.
"Why'd you do that, Helga?"
"Because… be-because… I have… (Helga at this point was trying to think of any reasonable excuse as fast as possible. She knew Phoebe was smart enough to figure this out if she wasn't careful.) I have rats in there and I don't want them to get out!"
"Oh, OK…" Phoebe said, thinking the act Helga had just put on was a bit eccentric.
After packing for over an hour, Helga stood in the middle of her room and put her hands on her hips.
"Well I guess I'm all packed." She said looking around.
In a way, she was lying, because she hadn't gone through her closet, which held the most important objects she owned.
"Well Phoebes, I guess you better go huh?"
"Yes, I need to complete my studies for tomorrow."
"Right, well, see ya tomorrow!" Helga said, pushing Phoebe out by her shoulders.
When Phoebe was out, Helga closed the door, locked it, leaned against it and wiped her forehead, relieved her secret was still intact.
She rushed over to her closet, opened the door, and knelt down, picking up her newest shrine to her love, made from what looked like a football shaped mask, along with many other materials. She placed it into a proper sized cardboard box. She also found her poetry books, and put them all into one as well. It didn't have a top on it, but that didn't bother Helga. She didn't realize that bringing these objects, directed towards Arnold, could be risky.
The next day, Helga woke up in her room for the last time. All the boxes she packed were missing, she figured her parents were busy getting them downstairs. Helga's dad came into her room, and picked the remaining box up, which was right near the foot of her bed (that's why she didn't see it before). She realized it was her box of poetry books, and she didn't want her dad taking them.
"Dad! Leave that box here!" Helga said as she jumped out of bed and took the box into her arms.
"Well hurry up and get ready little lady!"
"Fine." Helga hated it when he called her "Little Lady."
Helga got ready for school and went downstairs. She gazed across the living room, where most of the boxes were. There weren't many, just as she expected.
"I'm going to school!" Helga yelled a few minutes later, after going through her normal morning routine of getting ignored, and grabbing a lunch box filled with next to nothing.
No response. Just as usual.
The school day went by rather quickly, it was lunchtime but it seemed they had only been in school for 20 minutes. Helga and Phoebe sat together at lunch, Helga remembering about the on coming night.
"Oh yeah… I just remembered. I gotta sleep in a tent on Arnolds' roof today because I have no bed yet. Do you wanna sleep over?"
"Why sure Helga, I'd be happy to accompany you!" Phoebe said as she daintily took a small bite out of her crust-less sandwich.
(Chuckling to herself) " We can play pranks on Football head and tall hair boy!"
"Gerald's going to be there?"
"I don't know, Arnold could invite him. Why?"
"No reason!" Phoebe replied almost as soon as Helga popped the 'why' question.
Meanwhile, Gerald and Arnold are at their table. The subject of Helga moving in comes up.
"So Arnold. Today's the day huh?" Gerald said.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"I give you my deepest sympathies man." Gerald said, feeling a little sorry for his friend.
"Thanks Gerald. Oh, Hey, do you wanna sleep over tonight?"
"Uh… I don't know… Helga G. Pataki being there?"
"Aww come on Gerald! It could be fun."
"Yeah, I guess your right. We can play pranks on her!"
"That's not exactly what I meant…" Arnold said, but Gerald didn't hear due to hearing himself laugh.
"By the way, I think Phoebe will be there too." Arnold teased. He had a feeling that Gerald liked Phoebe at least a little.
"Ph-Phoebe? Uh… cool! We can play pranks on both of them!" Gerald tried to hide his feelings.
At the end of the day, the kids' eyes were glued to the clock. "Only a few more seconds until the weekend" were practically every kid's thoughts at the moment. The bell rang, blanketing the school with its sound. The kid's flooded out of their classrooms like raging water. It was so crowded that you couldn't walk on your own, the sea of bodies simply carried you about.
"Criminey! My feet aren't even touching the ground! This school keeps getting more kids every day!" Helga thought. She hated when people were in her way, let alone take her ability to walk on her own.
Arnold, on the other hand had learned this the other day, and was watching the crowd pass through the safety of the classroom.
The bus stopped at Helga's house, and she got off. Her parents were already loading the car up with their belongings.
Bob heard the bus, and knew it was "Olga".
"Is that you Olga?"
"Its HELga dad."
"That's what I said…Olga. Go get your boxes- we're leaving soon!"
"OK, OK! Man! I just got home!" Helga said, perturbed.
She went in and found her boxes, there were only about 5 or 6. She loaded all except one; her box of poetry. She didn't want anything to happen to them. She kept them on her lap as the car started up and went to Arnolds' house.
Before she knew it, they were parked in front of the boardinghouse. Helga jumped out of the car, replacing her love struck face with her 'cover up' scowl. Arnold and Grandpa came out to help with the boxes, though Helga thought Grandpa just wanted to get on her dads' nerves- it was OK with her.
Helga was leaning into the car, getting her poem box, which she put on the seat so she could get out.
"Hey Helga."
Her heart skipped a beat and her stomach churned. It was obviously Arnold, and she was speechless because she wanted to be less argumentative, but also didn't want to 'loose her cool' the moment she got to his house. She came up with something simple, something fast.
"Hi."
"Do you want some help?"
"Oooh, that voice! An angels voice. I'm not worthy of knowing this angel which sheds this voice!" She thought in her enthusiastic head voice.
"Umm… I… I…" Helga stuttered.
"Do you want me to help you?" He restated.
"Whatever floats your boat Football Head!" She shouted.
The moment those words fled her mouth, was the moment she wanted to hit herself.
Arnold shrugged. Helga backed out of the car with her precious cargo (box of poems) in her arms. Arnold reached for the box to relieve Helga from it. Since the box didn't have a top, you could see every poetry book Helga owned, including the one in which Arnold and Gerald found not too long ago. She stole it back while Arnold wasn't looking on the bus one day. This was the point at which Helga realized how hard it might be to keep her treasured secrets hidden.
"NO!" She yelled as she realized he, the boy with the cornflower hair, was going to take the box and, with no doubt in her mind, recognize the little pink book. She held fast to the box.
"Sheesh… I was just trying to help."
"Well… if you want to help, you can take that." Helga pointed at another box that was in the car.
"Ok." Arnold said sounding a bit peeved.
They brought the boxes to the room and through the windows heard Big Bob and Arnolds' grandpa already arguing. They went to the window and looked out, standing side by side. They looked at each other, Helga rolling her eyes, and Arnold sighing.
"Man, their gonna rip each others throats out by tomorrow at this rate." Helga said.
"I know, Grandpa can act like a two year old sometimes." Arnold said.