Disclaimer: The writer of this story is neither rich or imaginative to own or create such a great series. (She's dang lazy, too.)

Helga sighed as she watched the view from the harbor. She was sitting on the edge of the pier. She swung her legs which was dangling a few feet above the water. It's beautiful, she thought serenely.

Of course, everything seems beautiful today, she added.

She decided she would stay here all day and wait for the sunset.

It's the weekend, she reasoned. And I just finished being the lead in a school play. I'm entitled to a day of rest and relaxation.

Everything was so peaceful. The excitement of the school play had died down by the weekend for most people, but she felt a strange afterglow because the kiss was still fresh in her mind.

She touched her lips lightly and felt her face get hot.

Am I'm blushing?

Poppycock! Helga G. Pataki does not blush! I'm being silly...

But happy, she allowed herself to admit.

She bent over to look at the water. The sunlight bounced playfully off the motionless surface. Even Elk Island seemed less creepy and more inviting. It was all so perfect.

Well, almost.

One thing would make her day even more perfect. Arnold here with her. He's the only one she wanted to share this sight with.

But then again, she grinned, if he was here, I might not notice this. A million sunsets could not hold a candle to those incredible green eyes. She pictured him standing there , this time there would be no scripts, just them speaking out their true inner feelings for each other and then...

Yeah, right, and then I'll call Ripley's Believe It or Not and report it all.

No, she told herself. She's not gonna spoil today by thinking rationally. Look at that horizon. Pure magic. If there was a place for dreaming, this would be it.

Once more, she looked down at the water.

In the reflection, she saw him sitting beside her and it almost caused her to fall over.

She sucked in her breath and jerked her head up.

"Arnold!" she exclaimed. He really was sitting there beside her. She wasn't going crazy after all.

"Uh, I didn't see you approaching."

He looked at what Helga was watching. It was a great view. "I can see why," he replied.

"Have you been here long?"

"Not really. No." he told her.

I was back there. Watching you, he thought.