Hello everyone! I'm sorry that this took so long, but it's finally done! And thanks kitfunk, I'm flattered you like my story so much! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! or any of its characters.
Chapter 5
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Helga couldn't believe what she was doing. She was at Arnold's house, cutting watermelon (in a very unconventional way) with Arnold's grandma, and actually having fun.
"Go on Eleanor, give it a try," said Arnold's grandma.
"Okay," said Helga. She narrowed her eyes in concentration, lifted up her hand, and brought it down with a yell, splitting a piece of watermelon in half and splattering seeds and juice everywhere.
"I did it!" said Helga with surprise.
"Of course you did, dear," said Arnold's grandma, smiling.
Arnold poked his head in the kitchen. "What was that?" He looked at the watermelon-stained walls. "What have you two been doing?" he asked.
"Cutting watermelon, Arnold," said Helga calmly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Right." Arnold replied. He was surprised at how well Helga seemed to be getting along with his family and the boarders; his grandma in particular. Not only had she been sitting there with his grandma for almost an hour, she had played checkers with his grandpa, arm-wrestled Mr. Potts, and won a bet against Oskar. More than anything, she seemed to be having a good time, which made her a lot more fun to be around.
"Come along, Kimba, you and Eleanor and I are all going to feed my cats," said Arnold's grandma, pulling out a gray catsuit for each of them.
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"So, Helga," Arnold said as they were walking to his front door, "we are supposed to do an activity together, like shopping. What do you want to do?"
"Well, I know for sure I don't want to spend the day cleaning the house or something," replied Helga.
"How about we-I don't know, bake something?" said Arnold.
"Bake something?"
"A wedding cake," said Arnold, smiling.
"A wedding cake?" said Helga skeptically.
"Come on Helga, it would be very-appropriate. And besides, we get to eat it afterwards."
"Well-okay," said Helga.
"Great." They made plans to shop for ingredients and then bake it that Friday after school. After Helga left, Arnold found himself glancing back at her as she walked down the street. He then shook his head, as if to clear his senses, and went back inside.
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"Hey Pheebs, how's it going?" asked Helga as she sat down on a playground bench next to Phoebe, narrowly missing Eugene and Sheena, who were dancing and saying, "a-five, six, seven, eight and jump!", oblivious to everything else.
"Looks like those two are having fun," Helga said dryly.
"Yes Helga, I believe they are dancing as their activity as a married couple," said Phoebe. "Speaking of which, have you and Arnold decided what you will be doing yet?"
"Yeah," said Helga. "We're baking something."
"Really," said Phoebe. "So are we-a pizza. What will you be making?"
"A-a wedding cake," said Helga.
"Really?" Phoebe had an odd look on her face. "Well, that's certainly in the spirit of the project!"
"It was Arnold's idea."
"Arnold's idea. Hmmm," said Phoebe. "Very interesting."
**********
It was Friday afternoon, five minutes before the end of school. Mr. Simmons had just finished reading a very long book of poems, and had let the class have a few minutes of free time.
"Hey Arnold," said Gerald. "Want to go play baseball in the park today after school?"
"I can't, Gerald," he said. "I'm baking a cake with Helga."
"You can't play baseball because you're baking a cake with Helga?" said Gerald, astonished.
"Yeah, we're making a wedding cake. Actually, I've kinda been having fun with her."
"Wedding cake? Having fun?" Gerald said this with even more amazement than before, if possible.
"Well-yeah," Arnold admitted.
Gerald gave a low whistle. "You're a bold kid, Arnold."
Just then Mr. Simmons called out, "Remember class, your papers are due Monday on how well you and your spouse did as a married couple! And," he chuckled, "I want you to be honest, so you don't have to show anybody else your paper. See you Monday!" The bell rang and everyone scrambled out of the room as fast as they could.
Arnold found Helga at her locker. "Ready?" he asked.
"Yep," said Helga. "Let's go shopping!"
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After buying ingredients they returned to Arnold's house. The two worked well together (aside from Helga pushing Arnold, who was mixing the batter, out of the way to get to it herself while saying, "Put some muscle into it!") and were soon decorating it with white icing. When they were done, they stood back and looked at their work.
"It almost looks too pretty to eat," said Helga.
"Yeah," said Arnold, passing her a fork. They both looked at each other, smiled, and at the same time, ran madly for the cake, brandishing their forks.
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"Hey Helga," Arnold said after awhile, full of cake. "What are you going to say about me in your paper?"
Helga froze for a moment before answering with a smirk, "What do you think I'm going to say about you?"
"I don't know," he replied.
"What are you going to say about me?" Helga asked, trying not to get her hopes up but not doing a very good job.
"I asked you first," said Arnold, looking straight at her.
Helga didn't know what to say. "Well, I guess you'll never know, will you?" she said with a short laugh. Arnold didn't say anything, he just kept sitting there and looking at her oddly. Feeling nervous, she stood up and quickly said, "Well, football head, it's been fun, but I must be going now, see you later!"
"Helga, wait-" said Arnold, following her. But she had already shut the door, and he could see her running down the street. Arnold walked back into the kitchen, very confused.
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Helga got to her house, ran up to her room, and shut the door. She hated running off like that, but she didn't know what else to do. She didn't know what she was going to write about Arnold herself, and the way he kept looking at her, she got scared that he was starting to guess why she wasn't sure what to say.
She flopped down onto her bed and thought about it. "Well," she said to herself, "if he's not going to read it, what do I have to lose?" She opened up a notebook and began busily writing.
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Later that night Arnold was sitting and thinking about what had happened that afternoon. He supposed that for some reason he had made Helga very uncomfortable with his question-but why? He hoped for once that she would have something nice to say about him. He thought of all the fun that they had been having over the past week. He decided no matter what she did, he was going to write something nice about her. He smiled and began writing.
**********
That Monday morning it was gray and cloudy, with sheets of rain pouring down on everyone as they got off the bus. Helga was careful to make sure that her paper was safely tucked in a folder and couldn't get wet. She went inside and sat down at her desk, right behind Arnold. He didn't say anything to her and so she didn't say anything to him either. Mr. Simmons walked in.
"Class," he said, "before I forget, let me collect your papers."
"Uh, Mr. Simmons?" said Sid.
"Yes, Sid?"
"I-don't have my paper."
"Well why not Sid?"
"Curly ate it," Sid said, pointing in Curly's direction. Curly sat there very quietly for a moment. Then he spit out a large ball of chewed paper, Sid's report.
**********
By the time the class was under control, and it had been determined that Sid's paper wasn't salvageable, it was mid-morning. Mr. Simmons cleared his throat, and said, "Alright class, please pass your papers up to the front of the room-and no eating!"
Arnold read the last sentence of Helga's essay quickly before handing both of their papers in, just to get an idea of what Helga had said about him. Maybe, just once, she would have something good to say. He began to read:
'In conclusion, I learned absolutely nothing at all about Arnold'-Arnold's heart sank-'that I didn't already know-that he is a kind, caring person who always has faith in others, and where some wouldn't, is willing to give people a second chance.'
Arnold looked up from the report, grinning broadly, and passed it up to Mr. Simmons, who was collecting the papers at the front of the room.
**********
"Hey Helga," said Arnold, running up to Helga, who was carrying a large stack of books in her arms.
"Oh," said Helga, "Hi Arnold."
"I saw what you wrote about me, Helga," he said.
"Oh-that," stammered Helga. "That was-that was-"
"Really, really nice of you to say," Arnold finished, smiling.
"Oh," said Helga, sounding surprised, "Well, I guess-I guess that you're not such a bad guy, Arnold," she said quickly, looking down at her feet.
Arnold's smile became even wider. "And you're not so bad either, Helga," he said.
Helga's cheeks showed the faintest shade of pink, matching her dress. Then she said sharply, "Well, Arnoldo, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go home now."
"Wait," said Arnold, "Can I walk you home?"
"I-I guess."
Helga began walking, her stack of books leaning dangerously to one side, until finally one fell off the top. Arnold picked it up and said, "Can I carry your books for you?"
"I said you could walk me home, don't go getting all mushy on me, football head!" said Helga. She could sense Arnold beginning to back off, and softened.
"Well-I guess you could take half."
Arnold took half her books and they walked out through the doors of P.S. 118 into the bright sunlight.
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The End
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So? Did you all like it? I know the ending is like "Beaned", which I did on purpose, with only a little change. But I think once you figure it out you'll like it. (If you don't figure it out, email me, heltor44@hotmail.com). Should I write another? Let me know!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! or any of its characters.
Chapter 5
**********
Helga couldn't believe what she was doing. She was at Arnold's house, cutting watermelon (in a very unconventional way) with Arnold's grandma, and actually having fun.
"Go on Eleanor, give it a try," said Arnold's grandma.
"Okay," said Helga. She narrowed her eyes in concentration, lifted up her hand, and brought it down with a yell, splitting a piece of watermelon in half and splattering seeds and juice everywhere.
"I did it!" said Helga with surprise.
"Of course you did, dear," said Arnold's grandma, smiling.
Arnold poked his head in the kitchen. "What was that?" He looked at the watermelon-stained walls. "What have you two been doing?" he asked.
"Cutting watermelon, Arnold," said Helga calmly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Right." Arnold replied. He was surprised at how well Helga seemed to be getting along with his family and the boarders; his grandma in particular. Not only had she been sitting there with his grandma for almost an hour, she had played checkers with his grandpa, arm-wrestled Mr. Potts, and won a bet against Oskar. More than anything, she seemed to be having a good time, which made her a lot more fun to be around.
"Come along, Kimba, you and Eleanor and I are all going to feed my cats," said Arnold's grandma, pulling out a gray catsuit for each of them.
**********
"So, Helga," Arnold said as they were walking to his front door, "we are supposed to do an activity together, like shopping. What do you want to do?"
"Well, I know for sure I don't want to spend the day cleaning the house or something," replied Helga.
"How about we-I don't know, bake something?" said Arnold.
"Bake something?"
"A wedding cake," said Arnold, smiling.
"A wedding cake?" said Helga skeptically.
"Come on Helga, it would be very-appropriate. And besides, we get to eat it afterwards."
"Well-okay," said Helga.
"Great." They made plans to shop for ingredients and then bake it that Friday after school. After Helga left, Arnold found himself glancing back at her as she walked down the street. He then shook his head, as if to clear his senses, and went back inside.
**********
"Hey Pheebs, how's it going?" asked Helga as she sat down on a playground bench next to Phoebe, narrowly missing Eugene and Sheena, who were dancing and saying, "a-five, six, seven, eight and jump!", oblivious to everything else.
"Looks like those two are having fun," Helga said dryly.
"Yes Helga, I believe they are dancing as their activity as a married couple," said Phoebe. "Speaking of which, have you and Arnold decided what you will be doing yet?"
"Yeah," said Helga. "We're baking something."
"Really," said Phoebe. "So are we-a pizza. What will you be making?"
"A-a wedding cake," said Helga.
"Really?" Phoebe had an odd look on her face. "Well, that's certainly in the spirit of the project!"
"It was Arnold's idea."
"Arnold's idea. Hmmm," said Phoebe. "Very interesting."
**********
It was Friday afternoon, five minutes before the end of school. Mr. Simmons had just finished reading a very long book of poems, and had let the class have a few minutes of free time.
"Hey Arnold," said Gerald. "Want to go play baseball in the park today after school?"
"I can't, Gerald," he said. "I'm baking a cake with Helga."
"You can't play baseball because you're baking a cake with Helga?" said Gerald, astonished.
"Yeah, we're making a wedding cake. Actually, I've kinda been having fun with her."
"Wedding cake? Having fun?" Gerald said this with even more amazement than before, if possible.
"Well-yeah," Arnold admitted.
Gerald gave a low whistle. "You're a bold kid, Arnold."
Just then Mr. Simmons called out, "Remember class, your papers are due Monday on how well you and your spouse did as a married couple! And," he chuckled, "I want you to be honest, so you don't have to show anybody else your paper. See you Monday!" The bell rang and everyone scrambled out of the room as fast as they could.
Arnold found Helga at her locker. "Ready?" he asked.
"Yep," said Helga. "Let's go shopping!"
**********
After buying ingredients they returned to Arnold's house. The two worked well together (aside from Helga pushing Arnold, who was mixing the batter, out of the way to get to it herself while saying, "Put some muscle into it!") and were soon decorating it with white icing. When they were done, they stood back and looked at their work.
"It almost looks too pretty to eat," said Helga.
"Yeah," said Arnold, passing her a fork. They both looked at each other, smiled, and at the same time, ran madly for the cake, brandishing their forks.
**********
"Hey Helga," Arnold said after awhile, full of cake. "What are you going to say about me in your paper?"
Helga froze for a moment before answering with a smirk, "What do you think I'm going to say about you?"
"I don't know," he replied.
"What are you going to say about me?" Helga asked, trying not to get her hopes up but not doing a very good job.
"I asked you first," said Arnold, looking straight at her.
Helga didn't know what to say. "Well, I guess you'll never know, will you?" she said with a short laugh. Arnold didn't say anything, he just kept sitting there and looking at her oddly. Feeling nervous, she stood up and quickly said, "Well, football head, it's been fun, but I must be going now, see you later!"
"Helga, wait-" said Arnold, following her. But she had already shut the door, and he could see her running down the street. Arnold walked back into the kitchen, very confused.
**********
Helga got to her house, ran up to her room, and shut the door. She hated running off like that, but she didn't know what else to do. She didn't know what she was going to write about Arnold herself, and the way he kept looking at her, she got scared that he was starting to guess why she wasn't sure what to say.
She flopped down onto her bed and thought about it. "Well," she said to herself, "if he's not going to read it, what do I have to lose?" She opened up a notebook and began busily writing.
**********
Later that night Arnold was sitting and thinking about what had happened that afternoon. He supposed that for some reason he had made Helga very uncomfortable with his question-but why? He hoped for once that she would have something nice to say about him. He thought of all the fun that they had been having over the past week. He decided no matter what she did, he was going to write something nice about her. He smiled and began writing.
**********
That Monday morning it was gray and cloudy, with sheets of rain pouring down on everyone as they got off the bus. Helga was careful to make sure that her paper was safely tucked in a folder and couldn't get wet. She went inside and sat down at her desk, right behind Arnold. He didn't say anything to her and so she didn't say anything to him either. Mr. Simmons walked in.
"Class," he said, "before I forget, let me collect your papers."
"Uh, Mr. Simmons?" said Sid.
"Yes, Sid?"
"I-don't have my paper."
"Well why not Sid?"
"Curly ate it," Sid said, pointing in Curly's direction. Curly sat there very quietly for a moment. Then he spit out a large ball of chewed paper, Sid's report.
**********
By the time the class was under control, and it had been determined that Sid's paper wasn't salvageable, it was mid-morning. Mr. Simmons cleared his throat, and said, "Alright class, please pass your papers up to the front of the room-and no eating!"
Arnold read the last sentence of Helga's essay quickly before handing both of their papers in, just to get an idea of what Helga had said about him. Maybe, just once, she would have something good to say. He began to read:
'In conclusion, I learned absolutely nothing at all about Arnold'-Arnold's heart sank-'that I didn't already know-that he is a kind, caring person who always has faith in others, and where some wouldn't, is willing to give people a second chance.'
Arnold looked up from the report, grinning broadly, and passed it up to Mr. Simmons, who was collecting the papers at the front of the room.
**********
"Hey Helga," said Arnold, running up to Helga, who was carrying a large stack of books in her arms.
"Oh," said Helga, "Hi Arnold."
"I saw what you wrote about me, Helga," he said.
"Oh-that," stammered Helga. "That was-that was-"
"Really, really nice of you to say," Arnold finished, smiling.
"Oh," said Helga, sounding surprised, "Well, I guess-I guess that you're not such a bad guy, Arnold," she said quickly, looking down at her feet.
Arnold's smile became even wider. "And you're not so bad either, Helga," he said.
Helga's cheeks showed the faintest shade of pink, matching her dress. Then she said sharply, "Well, Arnoldo, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go home now."
"Wait," said Arnold, "Can I walk you home?"
"I-I guess."
Helga began walking, her stack of books leaning dangerously to one side, until finally one fell off the top. Arnold picked it up and said, "Can I carry your books for you?"
"I said you could walk me home, don't go getting all mushy on me, football head!" said Helga. She could sense Arnold beginning to back off, and softened.
"Well-I guess you could take half."
Arnold took half her books and they walked out through the doors of P.S. 118 into the bright sunlight.
**********
The End
**********
So? Did you all like it? I know the ending is like "Beaned", which I did on purpose, with only a little change. But I think once you figure it out you'll like it. (If you don't figure it out, email me, heltor44@hotmail.com). Should I write another? Let me know!