Last chapter I'm gonna post for now. Tell me what you guys think, ok? I'll add the last parts later. -JIA
Helga couldn't think of anything more to say and Arnold stopped talking so she turned back to what she was looking at before but found she couldn't concentrate. Instead, she watched Arnold out of the corner of her eye.
"I know I asked for this," she prayed mentally to the powers-that-be. "And I'm grateful, but please don't let me blow it by doing something so like me."
It seemed too good to be true, having him with her, but she didn't care. She doesn't want to pinch herself because if it were a dream, she'd want it to last as long as possible.
And if it is real? Then she wouldn't bother dissecting the situation.
Who cares why he's here? The point is that he is and I'll take him anyway I can...
Criminey, but he's beautiful, thought Helga to herself. She watched him inhale the water-cooled air and exhale with a contented sigh that was just so adorable it made her just want to hug him. Helga put both hands behind her and with her palms flat on the ground, she leaned against them for support.
I will not spoil this...I will not spoil this...I will not....
Well, it's looking good, thought Arnold after a few minutes of sitting quietly with Helga. She hasn't done or said anything terrible yet. It's now or never.
Bold move. But then again, he was a bold kid. He placed his hand on top of Helga's. He felt her stiffen but she did not jerk her hand away.
Hega felt paralyzed.
Is that what I think it is?
Nervously, she stole a glance at the wooden floor where her hand was. It is, she confirmed.
Not that she was complaining, but what did it mean, she wondered.
And he told her.
Helga couldn't think of anything more to say and Arnold stopped talking so she turned back to what she was looking at before but found she couldn't concentrate. Instead, she watched Arnold out of the corner of her eye.
"I know I asked for this," she prayed mentally to the powers-that-be. "And I'm grateful, but please don't let me blow it by doing something so like me."
It seemed too good to be true, having him with her, but she didn't care. She doesn't want to pinch herself because if it were a dream, she'd want it to last as long as possible.
And if it is real? Then she wouldn't bother dissecting the situation.
Who cares why he's here? The point is that he is and I'll take him anyway I can...
Criminey, but he's beautiful, thought Helga to herself. She watched him inhale the water-cooled air and exhale with a contented sigh that was just so adorable it made her just want to hug him. Helga put both hands behind her and with her palms flat on the ground, she leaned against them for support.
I will not spoil this...I will not spoil this...I will not....
Well, it's looking good, thought Arnold after a few minutes of sitting quietly with Helga. She hasn't done or said anything terrible yet. It's now or never.
Bold move. But then again, he was a bold kid. He placed his hand on top of Helga's. He felt her stiffen but she did not jerk her hand away.
Hega felt paralyzed.
Is that what I think it is?
Nervously, she stole a glance at the wooden floor where her hand was. It is, she confirmed.
Not that she was complaining, but what did it mean, she wondered.
And he told her.
