A/N-Sorry...well as you could obviously tell I combined the story things...I don't think I did it right though because I lost all my reviews :( anyway...I've been having a pretty tough time...that's why this took so long. My best friend had an emergency neurosurgery two weeks ago...she's ok now. She might actually have to go back to school soon even though she's hooked up to an IV for eight hours a day. But I won't go on with all that stuff. I hope you enjoy and please review!!!!
Disclaimer-I don't OWN Hey Arnold...but imagine the possiblities if I did (as I plot my subtle take-over...J/K!!! don't sue!)
Arnold rolled over and whacked his alarm clock. He groaned and got up. What an awful night he'd had, Gregory Howard was simply horrible...and Helga was marrying him. HIS Helga was marrying a complete jerk instead of himself, Arnold. Arnold sighed and threw on some khakis and white pollo shirt, grabbing his white doctors jacket from the chair at his desk before running downstairs.
"Hey Helga," Arnold said grabbing a cup of coffee.
"What's this?" Helga said. "Suddenly getting up early on Saturdays?"
Arnold froze...Saturday? He groaned and set down his coffee, that's right...yesterday had been Friday and he'd just been so mad last night he'd set his alarm clock.
"Saturday..." He moaned setting down his briefcase.
Helga laughed.
"What are you doing up at quarter to six anyway?" Arnold said.
Helga stopped laughing for a second and glanced around. "Nothing." She said simply. "Just making a phone call."
"Must have been an important call." Arnold said throwing his white jacket over the chair in the kitchen and sitting down on the couch.
"Oh it was, I had to talk to my editor." Helga said.
Arnold looked at her. She was fiddling with the necklace again...a classic Helga Pataki sign of being nervous or lying. He decided not to pursue the issue though.
"So..." Arnold said. "You and Gregory Howard? How did you...decide...to...uh...marry?" He said trying his hardest not to grimace.
"Well..." Helga said, imediatley looking down to the floor. "Well I was working for him...and we were dating I suppose, you know...going to dinner and out to do stuff all the time..and then he proposed to me last week...before I had to leave...and...you know the rest..."
Arnold tried to read her face...but couldn't...she was purpously not looking him the eye.
"You must really love him..." Arnold said quietly.
Helga's fingers flew to her necklace. "Yes I do..." She said.
They stood there in awkward silence for a few minutes before Gerald flew through the kitchen trying to pull his sports jacket on and pour a cup of coffee at the same time.
"Man!" Gerald said. "I've got to do the morning review of last nights sports...and I'm late!" he grabbed a baegle and flew though the door.
Helga and Arnold just laughed.
That afternoon Arnold was making a ham and cheese sandwhich for his lunch...Helga had said she'd had a sudden inspiration and was up in her room writing.
:::Ding...Dong...:::
The doorbell went off and Arnold set down his knife and went to answer the door. He pulled open the door and there stood Gregory Howard.
"Gregory?" Arnold said...Helga hadn't have said that *he'd* be bye...or Arnold would have left. "Come in." He said though gritted teeth.
"Thanks Alfred." Gregory said breezing past him and into the townhouse. Arnold froze at the name Mr. Pataki had called him as a kid. "Where's Helga?"
"It's Arnold, and she's in her room...she doesn't want to be disturbed, she's writing."
Gregory snorted. "Please, her writing couldn't compare to mine...It'll be alright to get her...run along Arnold...go get her for me."
Arnold clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white as Gregory Howard picked up Arnolds sandwhich and took a bite out of it.
Not knowing what else to do...and just wanting to get out of the room where Gregory Howard was, Arnold started up stairs to get Helga. Growing angrier with each step.
'what an ass!' he thought to himself. 'I can NOT stand that man and there is no way I can let Helga marry him...but Geralds right...we have to be smart about this...'
Before he could thingk about it anymore he had reached the door to Helga's room. He knocked on it quietly waiting for an explosion. "Helga..." he called through the door.
"What?!?!" She snapped.
"Sorry, but Gregory Howard is here to see you..." Arnold said.
Arnold could here a sigh through the door. Helga opened the door and stood there for a moment.
"Look I didn't want to disturb you but...Gregory said I should and I figured it would be ok..."
Helga had a sort of blank look on her face..."Yes Arnold...of course." She said. "I just lost an entire train of thought though..."
"I'm sorry..." Arnold said, not sure what else to say.
"Yeah well...guess I better go see what Gregory's up to." She said heading downstairs with a sort of forlorn lost look on her face.
Arnold felt horrible. He knew how much her writing ment to her. Arnold glanced into her room at the computor screen as a little box popped up. Arnold crossed the room to read the box..."If you do not save now work will be terminated..." Arnold quickly saved the document for Helga and left the room...not even wanting to think about what would happen if Helga lost her novel.
Arnold trudged back downstairs, having already seen enough of Gregory Howard for one day. Reluctantly Arnold headed towards the kitchen...he could here a low male voice, obviously Gregory, but couldn't make out what he was saying. Then he heard Helga shriek.
"WHAT!?!? NO..No No..." She sounded furious! Arnold was thrilled, maybge she'd had a sudden revelation and had decided not to marry that jackass! Then her town changed...to surprised yet happy..."no way...I can't beleive it! I'm so happy for..us."
Arnold entered the kitchen and grabbed an apple, still hungry since Gregory ate his lunch. "What are you happy about?" He asked.
Helga turned to him with a huge smile plastered on her face. "Gregory got us a chapel for next weekend. Sunday. We're getting married on Sunday. Isn't it wonderful Arnold?"
Arnold choked on apple bits spraying them all over the counter.
"Arnold? Are you ok?" Helga asked as her friend sat their choking and coughing.
Arnold composed himself. 'no I'm not ok!' he felt like yelling. 'I love you! I've loved you for years! And now you're throwing your life away on some jackass who doesn't really care about you!!!!' instead he kept calm and said. "Yes Helga...Gregory, I'm so happy for you. It was just rather shocking. Ummm...I guess I'll go upstairs then and let you two talk about it."
Arnold got up from the counter leaving the couple to celebrate, at the base of the stairs he glanced back at them...He could see the back of Helga's head and Gregory Howard, with a big smile on his jackass face. 'Why can't that be me?' he thought....
Disclaimer-I don't OWN Hey Arnold...but imagine the possiblities if I did (as I plot my subtle take-over...J/K!!! don't sue!)
Arnold rolled over and whacked his alarm clock. He groaned and got up. What an awful night he'd had, Gregory Howard was simply horrible...and Helga was marrying him. HIS Helga was marrying a complete jerk instead of himself, Arnold. Arnold sighed and threw on some khakis and white pollo shirt, grabbing his white doctors jacket from the chair at his desk before running downstairs.
"Hey Helga," Arnold said grabbing a cup of coffee.
"What's this?" Helga said. "Suddenly getting up early on Saturdays?"
Arnold froze...Saturday? He groaned and set down his coffee, that's right...yesterday had been Friday and he'd just been so mad last night he'd set his alarm clock.
"Saturday..." He moaned setting down his briefcase.
Helga laughed.
"What are you doing up at quarter to six anyway?" Arnold said.
Helga stopped laughing for a second and glanced around. "Nothing." She said simply. "Just making a phone call."
"Must have been an important call." Arnold said throwing his white jacket over the chair in the kitchen and sitting down on the couch.
"Oh it was, I had to talk to my editor." Helga said.
Arnold looked at her. She was fiddling with the necklace again...a classic Helga Pataki sign of being nervous or lying. He decided not to pursue the issue though.
"So..." Arnold said. "You and Gregory Howard? How did you...decide...to...uh...marry?" He said trying his hardest not to grimace.
"Well..." Helga said, imediatley looking down to the floor. "Well I was working for him...and we were dating I suppose, you know...going to dinner and out to do stuff all the time..and then he proposed to me last week...before I had to leave...and...you know the rest..."
Arnold tried to read her face...but couldn't...she was purpously not looking him the eye.
"You must really love him..." Arnold said quietly.
Helga's fingers flew to her necklace. "Yes I do..." She said.
They stood there in awkward silence for a few minutes before Gerald flew through the kitchen trying to pull his sports jacket on and pour a cup of coffee at the same time.
"Man!" Gerald said. "I've got to do the morning review of last nights sports...and I'm late!" he grabbed a baegle and flew though the door.
Helga and Arnold just laughed.
That afternoon Arnold was making a ham and cheese sandwhich for his lunch...Helga had said she'd had a sudden inspiration and was up in her room writing.
:::Ding...Dong...:::
The doorbell went off and Arnold set down his knife and went to answer the door. He pulled open the door and there stood Gregory Howard.
"Gregory?" Arnold said...Helga hadn't have said that *he'd* be bye...or Arnold would have left. "Come in." He said though gritted teeth.
"Thanks Alfred." Gregory said breezing past him and into the townhouse. Arnold froze at the name Mr. Pataki had called him as a kid. "Where's Helga?"
"It's Arnold, and she's in her room...she doesn't want to be disturbed, she's writing."
Gregory snorted. "Please, her writing couldn't compare to mine...It'll be alright to get her...run along Arnold...go get her for me."
Arnold clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white as Gregory Howard picked up Arnolds sandwhich and took a bite out of it.
Not knowing what else to do...and just wanting to get out of the room where Gregory Howard was, Arnold started up stairs to get Helga. Growing angrier with each step.
'what an ass!' he thought to himself. 'I can NOT stand that man and there is no way I can let Helga marry him...but Geralds right...we have to be smart about this...'
Before he could thingk about it anymore he had reached the door to Helga's room. He knocked on it quietly waiting for an explosion. "Helga..." he called through the door.
"What?!?!" She snapped.
"Sorry, but Gregory Howard is here to see you..." Arnold said.
Arnold could here a sigh through the door. Helga opened the door and stood there for a moment.
"Look I didn't want to disturb you but...Gregory said I should and I figured it would be ok..."
Helga had a sort of blank look on her face..."Yes Arnold...of course." She said. "I just lost an entire train of thought though..."
"I'm sorry..." Arnold said, not sure what else to say.
"Yeah well...guess I better go see what Gregory's up to." She said heading downstairs with a sort of forlorn lost look on her face.
Arnold felt horrible. He knew how much her writing ment to her. Arnold glanced into her room at the computor screen as a little box popped up. Arnold crossed the room to read the box..."If you do not save now work will be terminated..." Arnold quickly saved the document for Helga and left the room...not even wanting to think about what would happen if Helga lost her novel.
Arnold trudged back downstairs, having already seen enough of Gregory Howard for one day. Reluctantly Arnold headed towards the kitchen...he could here a low male voice, obviously Gregory, but couldn't make out what he was saying. Then he heard Helga shriek.
"WHAT!?!? NO..No No..." She sounded furious! Arnold was thrilled, maybge she'd had a sudden revelation and had decided not to marry that jackass! Then her town changed...to surprised yet happy..."no way...I can't beleive it! I'm so happy for..us."
Arnold entered the kitchen and grabbed an apple, still hungry since Gregory ate his lunch. "What are you happy about?" He asked.
Helga turned to him with a huge smile plastered on her face. "Gregory got us a chapel for next weekend. Sunday. We're getting married on Sunday. Isn't it wonderful Arnold?"
Arnold choked on apple bits spraying them all over the counter.
"Arnold? Are you ok?" Helga asked as her friend sat their choking and coughing.
Arnold composed himself. 'no I'm not ok!' he felt like yelling. 'I love you! I've loved you for years! And now you're throwing your life away on some jackass who doesn't really care about you!!!!' instead he kept calm and said. "Yes Helga...Gregory, I'm so happy for you. It was just rather shocking. Ummm...I guess I'll go upstairs then and let you two talk about it."
Arnold got up from the counter leaving the couple to celebrate, at the base of the stairs he glanced back at them...He could see the back of Helga's head and Gregory Howard, with a big smile on his jackass face. 'Why can't that be me?' he thought....