Foolish Heart~*~Part Two
By Black Nightshade
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Arnold took a deep breath, then looked at the clock next to his bed. "7:00pm..I think she'd still be up!" He said as he tugged his coat on. Her put his hand on the handle of the door and slowly opened it, almost hesitantly. He slowly walked down the stairs. He tiptoed to the door, hoping no one would notice him. "Shortman?" No such luck! Arnold turned with an annoyed expression on his face. "Yes, grandpa?" "Where are you off to at such a late hour,hmm?" Arnold grumbled a bit then spoke out "For a walk, grandpa." "All right Arnold! Just don't forget to be home before 10:00 or we'll have to send Pooky out for you." Arnold shuddered slightly and nodded. That part was done, now to get to Helga's house.
Helga awoke not too later after Arnold did. For a moment she had totally forgotten what happened. Shaking off her head she rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock. "Krimeny! 7:08?! What am I doing up n-" The whole day suddenly hit her in a rush. She fell back again, her hand falling over Arnold's hat. "Hmm? Oh! I have to return this to Arnold! Maybe it will make him forgiving me a little easier..." Helga stood up then walked to a mirror. She undid her bows, her hair falling down to her shoulders. She combed it a bit then tied it back up in the bows, she didn't want Arnold to see her looking so sloppy. She sat on her bed and pulled her snow boots on, then lifted her jacket from the ground and slid it on. After she wrapped the scarf around her neck she took the hat off her bed and opened the door. Down the stairs and out the door without one bit of acknowledgment. She wasn't sure if she'd be happy or upset about this, but she shook it off, she had to find Arnold, that's all she could care for at the moment.
Arnold wrapped his arms around himself, shivering just a bit. The snow had stopped leaving the ground a powdery white color. He looked up as he walked. "Stars..." he bearly saw them. He was guessing from the snowfall a lot of people had went to bed early since there was nothing else they could do. He focused back infront of him again, a few doubts beginning to creep into his mind. "What if she's not home..what if she is? What if she yells at me? What if..." Arnold looked down, the idea of visiting Helga seeming less and less a good idea, but the thought of Helga's face when she had tried to apologize kept Arnold going. He had to get this done like it or not.
Helga walked through the dark alleys, her heart heavy. She didn't know what was going to happen, but she didn't want to focus on it before she discouraged herself. She began practice what she'd say. "Arnold I'm sorry I called you names and took your stupid ha-" She frowned at the outcome of that first try and started again. "Arnold I'm sorry for the things I did even though you kind of dissevered them!" She sighed, shaking her head, that wasn't the right one either. "Foolish Heart..why do you always have to be so torn over this? Can't you work with me for once!" She griped the hat tightly in her hand."Arnold, I'm sorry..." She said as she looked down, thinking it was going to be hopeless. Suddenly she felt a shadow upon her. "So am I, Helga"
Helga's head jolted up. Infront of her was the corn-colored football head that stole her heart, who's heart she so early had broken. Arnold took a few steps closer, seeing he had somehow caught her off-gaurd. "I'm sorry about calling you an orphan and saying those things about your grandparents.." Helga started, her hands clasping together in the back as she looked away some. "I'm sorry I yelled in the first place..you tried to say sorry then too.." Arnold began, stepping one step closer, then extended a hand for Helga to shake. "Truce?" Helga looked at his hand, pushing all her pride aside and shook it, by mistake, with the hand holding his hat. "My hat! You remembered! Thanks Helga!" He said taking the hat and putting it on his head, then he hugged Helga tight. Helga's eyes bugged out for a moment before she took a deep breath and hugged him back, much to Arnold's surprise. The whole day seemed to be going crazy, this toped it off.
Arnold released Helga then looked at her for a second before quickly looking away. "Want to go for a walk? I mean, now that we're both out and all..hey..what *are* you doing out, anyways?" Helga smiled nervously "Just..coming to bring you that hat, and say sorry you football head!" She said playfully. At first Arnold frowned, but noticed the sounding of her voice then smiled again. "Strange, I was coming over to apologize to you!" They both laughed as they headed out into the street.
They talked over the day they had as they walked. Making comments on Mr. Simmons 'stupid' project and how the lunch at school was especially bad that day. Then Arnold somehow got onto the stars. He pointed up just in time for the both of them to see a shooting star fly by. "Wow.." Helga said as she saw. "Make a wish!" Arnold shouted out snapping his eyes shut. Helga, following his example, did the same. When they opened their eyes Helga looked over at Arnold. "What did you wish for?" Arnold smirked. "If I told you it wouldn't come true!" Helga blinked for a moment then laughed. Arnold took the chance and hurled a snowball t her, hitting her right in the face. Helga whipped off the snow and picked one up, tossing one right back at him, hitting one side of his hair. They laughed and continued the game all the way back to Helga's house.
Helga stopped short. "What's wrong?" Arnold said with a confused look. "We're, or should I say I'm, back at my house!" She said pointing. "Oh.." Arnold said, sounding disappointed, which puzzled him, but he wouldn't say it. "I'll see you tomorrow football head!" Helga said with a wave as she began to go to her house. "Yeah Helga, see you tomorrow! You know..your not all the bad when your nice to me, just to clear up that thing I said on the bus! Well, bye!" He said jogging off. Helga stood there, one leg up, one hand reaching for the door. "He thinks I'm not that bad!" She cried out, swerving all around. She did a ballet looking dance up to her room then fell to her bed with a sigh, hugging her pillow. She then took out her little pink book and jotted down all the poetry she could think of.
Arnold walked home in silence, his mind to boggled over everything that happened from his house to Helga's. "She really isn't that bad..." He totally forgot the cold as his mind replayed the events over and over again. He came to the conclusion that Helga maybe doesn't really hate him at all. This he smiled over, why, though, he didn't know himself. When Arnold got home he hung up his jacket. "How'd things go with your little friend, Arnold?" "Oh fine grandpa! They went gr-hey! How did you know that I was going to see Helga?!" Grandpa came out with a newspaper underneath his arm. "Well, shortman, it wasn't too hard to guess!" He said walking up the stairs to the bathroom again. Arnold walked up to his room and lied on his bed. His mind was clouded over with thoughts of Helga. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop thinking about her and how nice she was to him at the moment. He curled up on his bed, pulling the covers over him and setting his alarm clock. He fell asleep, the last thing he mumbled before he drifted off being his wish to the stars. "I wish Helga would be like this more often..I like it.." his head fell gently onto the pillow as he slept, the stars shining down upon him, their light blanketing him over.
Well that's the end of chapter two! Should I make a chapter three? Review and tell me! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed this chapter of "Foolish Heart"!