Ok guys I'm working on making the chapters a little longer, etc. I really should be studying but I thought I'd work on this a little. I've been inspired by the great fic "Discovery". Thanks for all your comments!
(Later) I finished my finals!!!! No more school!!! Yay!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! or any of its characters.
Chapter 3
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"Well, let me give you the grand tour," said Helga sarcastically.
She started walking very quickly, and Arnold followed behind, trying to keep up.
"Let's see...there's the front hall--kitchen--dining room--TV room--" she said quickly while pointing at the different doorways.
"And now let's go upstairs," she said, climbing the staircase at a fast pace. While running after her, Arnold wondered why she was in such a hurry. Once they reached the foot of the stairs, Helga continued to breeze down the hallway.
"Helga, why are you in such a hurry?"
"No reason Arnold, it's just that my house isn't very interesting, got it?" She gave him a menacing look.
"Whatever you say, Helga. Hey, what's in here?"
"Nothing..." said Helga, but Arnold had already gone in.
"Wow! Look at all these trophies! Whose are they?"
"Only my sister Olga's," Helga said, with a slight bitterness in her voice.
"Oh" Arnold could tell that the subject agitated her, and decided to drop it. But to his surprise, Helga continued talking.
"And you want to know something, football head? There's not one trophy in there of mine! Not one! Crimeny!" She looked up suddenly, as if she had said more than she meant to.
"And what are we standing around like idiots for? Come on, let's go!" Helga marched down the hallway again, pointing out doors. "There's my parents' room...Olga's room...and there's my room," she added hastily. "Okay, that's about it, let's go now," she said a little nervously.
"Wait, Helga. Can I see your room?" Without waiting for her to answer, he pushed the door open. He wouldn't normally be so rude, but he had a feeling that Helga would say no no matter what, and he was very curious to see what kind of room she had. Arnold had seen it once, when Helga had amnesia, but he was too worried about Helga at the time to get a look at the room itself.
"No, Arnold! Wait!" But it was too late. Arnold had walked in, and Helga could only pray that she had remembered to hide anything relic of her worship of him.
"Hey, Helga," --Helga braced herself, preparing for the worst-- "you've got heart wallpaper!"
Helga relaxed a little. "Yeah? So what if I do? It's a free country!"
"I don't know," said Arnold, "it just-doesn't seem like you."
"Well, Arnoldo, maybe you don't know everything about me, okay?"
"Hey Helga, your football fell down from your closet." Arnold reached over to pick it up.
Part of her shrine! Helga panicked. She ran towards him and grabbed it away. "Don't grab my stuff, geek-bait, ever again!" she yelled.
"Fine, Helga," said Arnold, looking a little hurt.
"Hey-Arnold," said Helga.
"Yeah?"
"I'm-I'm sorry."
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Helga had introduced Arnold to her mother, Miriam. Her mother seemed to be very tired, and was asleep with a cup of coffee in her hand, slumped across the kitchen table.
"MIRIAM!" Helga had shouted, trying to wake her mother up after three attempts. It worked, and her mother had opened her eyes and said lazily, "Hi, honey, what do you want?"
"Miriam, this is Arnold, Arnold, Miriam. There." She had walked out of the kitchen, and her mother had promptly fallen asleep again.
Helga had turned to him. "Okay Arnoldo, you've met my mother, and my father isn't home, so I can't introduce you to Big Bob. And since Olga is away at school, I'm afraid you won't get the privilege of meeting her this time around," she had said, with a wry smile. "So then I guess it's time for you to go, the show's over for today."
"Well, uh, okay Helga..." he had said. "Do you want to come over again in a couple of days?"
Helga's expression had softened for a minute, and she said, "Yeah, sure, Arnold."
Then she said, "See you in a few days, football head!" and shut the door.
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Arnold laid down on his bed and stared at the dark, star-dotted night through his skylight. He couldn't figure out Helga. She was loud, and bossy, and mean, but at times, she seemed to let the nice person inside of her show through. He really liked being with her when she was nice. "Well, Arnoldo, maybe you don't know everything about me, okay?" She was right. He certainly didn't.
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"Hello, Helga," said Phoebe.
"Hey, Pheebs," Helga said.
"How was your weekend with Arnold?"
"Well," Helga said, "I supposed it could have been worse. At least he didn't see any of my-" Helga was about to mention her poetry and shrines, when she realized Phoebe didn't know about any of that. Phoebe knew she liked Arnold, but didn't realize just how obsessed Helga was.
"My-my baby pictures or anything," Helga gave a little laugh. "That would have been embarrassing."
"Right, Helga," Phoebe said with a smile.
"So," Helga volunteered, trying to change the subject, "how did things go with Gerald?"
"Oh, delightful! I mean," Phoebe added, "Well, very well."
"Uh-huh," Helga said suspiciously. Just then, the bell rang.
"Well," said Phoebe, "we had better get to class!"
"Sure Pheebs," Helga replied. "Do me a favor and hold my books, okay?"
"Holding."
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Helga walked into the classroom and passed Arnold, who was talking with Gerald. He gave her a small smile and she returned it, then suddenly frowned.
"Crimeny!" Helga muttered to herself. "It's like I do it without even thinking!" She wondered what Dr. Bliss would say.
Arnold stared at Helga as she walked back to her desk after first smiling, and then scowling at him. It was almost as if there were two conflicting sides within her, the first nice, the one that smiled at him, but then the meaner side of her took over-the frown. Only more confirmation of what he already knew, that there was a sweeter side to her.
"Class," Mr. Simmons said, trying to get everyone's attention, "remember that your projects are due this Friday. You should already have gone to each other's houses' at least once. Don't forget, get to know your 'spouses' families!"
The class grumbled, while Mr. Simmons smiled and said, "Now, who is ready for a very exciting science lecture?"
Arnold closed his eyes and sighed.
**********
During lunch, Arnold walked to Helga. She was laughing at Harold, who had eaten some shaving cream, and saying to Phoebe, "Can you believe Pink Boy over here? What an idiot," she said, chuckling. Arnold tapped her on the shoulder.
"Uh, Helga?"
"Arnold!" Helga whipped around, looking surprised, and then glared. "Don't scare me like that, football head!"
"Uh, sorry. Listen, we only have a few days left, we should get together again at each of our houses."
"Yeah, sure Arnold, how's my house today afterschool?"
"Great. See ya then, Helga!"
"Yeah, see ya, Hair Boy."
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Ok guys, that's all for now. I'll put up more in a little while. Sorry that it's been so long without any postings, I've been very busy b/c of finals. But now they're OVER!!!!!!! Yes!!!!! Sorry happy. Anyway let me know what you think. Have any ideas on what direction the story should take? Thanks!
(Later) I finished my finals!!!! No more school!!! Yay!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! or any of its characters.
Chapter 3
**********
"Well, let me give you the grand tour," said Helga sarcastically.
She started walking very quickly, and Arnold followed behind, trying to keep up.
"Let's see...there's the front hall--kitchen--dining room--TV room--" she said quickly while pointing at the different doorways.
"And now let's go upstairs," she said, climbing the staircase at a fast pace. While running after her, Arnold wondered why she was in such a hurry. Once they reached the foot of the stairs, Helga continued to breeze down the hallway.
"Helga, why are you in such a hurry?"
"No reason Arnold, it's just that my house isn't very interesting, got it?" She gave him a menacing look.
"Whatever you say, Helga. Hey, what's in here?"
"Nothing..." said Helga, but Arnold had already gone in.
"Wow! Look at all these trophies! Whose are they?"
"Only my sister Olga's," Helga said, with a slight bitterness in her voice.
"Oh" Arnold could tell that the subject agitated her, and decided to drop it. But to his surprise, Helga continued talking.
"And you want to know something, football head? There's not one trophy in there of mine! Not one! Crimeny!" She looked up suddenly, as if she had said more than she meant to.
"And what are we standing around like idiots for? Come on, let's go!" Helga marched down the hallway again, pointing out doors. "There's my parents' room...Olga's room...and there's my room," she added hastily. "Okay, that's about it, let's go now," she said a little nervously.
"Wait, Helga. Can I see your room?" Without waiting for her to answer, he pushed the door open. He wouldn't normally be so rude, but he had a feeling that Helga would say no no matter what, and he was very curious to see what kind of room she had. Arnold had seen it once, when Helga had amnesia, but he was too worried about Helga at the time to get a look at the room itself.
"No, Arnold! Wait!" But it was too late. Arnold had walked in, and Helga could only pray that she had remembered to hide anything relic of her worship of him.
"Hey, Helga," --Helga braced herself, preparing for the worst-- "you've got heart wallpaper!"
Helga relaxed a little. "Yeah? So what if I do? It's a free country!"
"I don't know," said Arnold, "it just-doesn't seem like you."
"Well, Arnoldo, maybe you don't know everything about me, okay?"
"Hey Helga, your football fell down from your closet." Arnold reached over to pick it up.
Part of her shrine! Helga panicked. She ran towards him and grabbed it away. "Don't grab my stuff, geek-bait, ever again!" she yelled.
"Fine, Helga," said Arnold, looking a little hurt.
"Hey-Arnold," said Helga.
"Yeah?"
"I'm-I'm sorry."
**********
Helga had introduced Arnold to her mother, Miriam. Her mother seemed to be very tired, and was asleep with a cup of coffee in her hand, slumped across the kitchen table.
"MIRIAM!" Helga had shouted, trying to wake her mother up after three attempts. It worked, and her mother had opened her eyes and said lazily, "Hi, honey, what do you want?"
"Miriam, this is Arnold, Arnold, Miriam. There." She had walked out of the kitchen, and her mother had promptly fallen asleep again.
Helga had turned to him. "Okay Arnoldo, you've met my mother, and my father isn't home, so I can't introduce you to Big Bob. And since Olga is away at school, I'm afraid you won't get the privilege of meeting her this time around," she had said, with a wry smile. "So then I guess it's time for you to go, the show's over for today."
"Well, uh, okay Helga..." he had said. "Do you want to come over again in a couple of days?"
Helga's expression had softened for a minute, and she said, "Yeah, sure, Arnold."
Then she said, "See you in a few days, football head!" and shut the door.
**********
Arnold laid down on his bed and stared at the dark, star-dotted night through his skylight. He couldn't figure out Helga. She was loud, and bossy, and mean, but at times, she seemed to let the nice person inside of her show through. He really liked being with her when she was nice. "Well, Arnoldo, maybe you don't know everything about me, okay?" She was right. He certainly didn't.
**********
"Hello, Helga," said Phoebe.
"Hey, Pheebs," Helga said.
"How was your weekend with Arnold?"
"Well," Helga said, "I supposed it could have been worse. At least he didn't see any of my-" Helga was about to mention her poetry and shrines, when she realized Phoebe didn't know about any of that. Phoebe knew she liked Arnold, but didn't realize just how obsessed Helga was.
"My-my baby pictures or anything," Helga gave a little laugh. "That would have been embarrassing."
"Right, Helga," Phoebe said with a smile.
"So," Helga volunteered, trying to change the subject, "how did things go with Gerald?"
"Oh, delightful! I mean," Phoebe added, "Well, very well."
"Uh-huh," Helga said suspiciously. Just then, the bell rang.
"Well," said Phoebe, "we had better get to class!"
"Sure Pheebs," Helga replied. "Do me a favor and hold my books, okay?"
"Holding."
**********
Helga walked into the classroom and passed Arnold, who was talking with Gerald. He gave her a small smile and she returned it, then suddenly frowned.
"Crimeny!" Helga muttered to herself. "It's like I do it without even thinking!" She wondered what Dr. Bliss would say.
Arnold stared at Helga as she walked back to her desk after first smiling, and then scowling at him. It was almost as if there were two conflicting sides within her, the first nice, the one that smiled at him, but then the meaner side of her took over-the frown. Only more confirmation of what he already knew, that there was a sweeter side to her.
"Class," Mr. Simmons said, trying to get everyone's attention, "remember that your projects are due this Friday. You should already have gone to each other's houses' at least once. Don't forget, get to know your 'spouses' families!"
The class grumbled, while Mr. Simmons smiled and said, "Now, who is ready for a very exciting science lecture?"
Arnold closed his eyes and sighed.
**********
During lunch, Arnold walked to Helga. She was laughing at Harold, who had eaten some shaving cream, and saying to Phoebe, "Can you believe Pink Boy over here? What an idiot," she said, chuckling. Arnold tapped her on the shoulder.
"Uh, Helga?"
"Arnold!" Helga whipped around, looking surprised, and then glared. "Don't scare me like that, football head!"
"Uh, sorry. Listen, we only have a few days left, we should get together again at each of our houses."
"Yeah, sure Arnold, how's my house today afterschool?"
"Great. See ya then, Helga!"
"Yeah, see ya, Hair Boy."
**********
Ok guys, that's all for now. I'll put up more in a little while. Sorry that it's been so long without any postings, I've been very busy b/c of finals. But now they're OVER!!!!!!! Yes!!!!! Sorry happy. Anyway let me know what you think. Have any ideas on what direction the story should take? Thanks!