Sweet Kisses

Sweet Kisses

Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! Characters, merchandise, or any other thing I could possibly get sued for.

A/N: Arnold and Helga spend a day together full of startling revelations, unexpected surprises and one sweet kiss.

Special Thanks: I would like to thank every one of you who reviewed my story. I appreciate them very much. Anyway without further ado please read enjoy and review. (That rhymes, I've got flows ^_^)

As the sun arose and protruded through the pink shades of an angels room, the woman in question arose still ecstatic from the elements last night had brought. She arose from her pink satin sheets and four- poster bed to greet the day and all that it had to bring. She was unable to sleep, for too many emotions were building up within her body. Apprehension, ecstasy, fear; few of the many she felt at this very moment.

Slowly she walked towards her off-white bathroom to get ready for the happenings of the day. She bathed peacefully and proceeded to her room to find something suitable to wear. The day was cloudy and grim, yet happy in its own special way. Maybe she was just too happy to realize it. After minutes of tirelessly searching, she finally found the perfect ensemble. A soft-pink cashmere sweater from the Banana Republic and tight fitting denim Express pants. She put them on along with her infamous Finni boots and practically skipped down the stairs.

"Good morning Father, mother," she said pleasantly.

"Oh yeah, hi-hi Helga," said Miriam in her usual tired voice.

"Yeah, Olga," Bob said, eyes glued to a football game, as if you didn't already know.

"It's Helga Bob, Helga."

"I know who you are Olga!"

"Whatever," she grumbled. She walked to the refrigerator and opened the door only to find that nothing was in there. "Miriam, you forgot to go to the store again, didn't you?"

The only reply she got was a loud snore.

"Fine. I'll go get something to eat," she said, "tossing her blond hair behind her shoulder."

"Yeah, Olga," Bob grunted from the reclining chair.

Slowly, the happy blonde made her way to the pizza palace. As she walked to the booth, she heard her name being called. To her surprise, it was Arnold, Gerald and Phoebe.

"Hey guys!" she said approaching them.

"Hi, Helga," Phoebe said exuberantly. "We tried to call you, but your dad kept saying 'Olga's not here,' but you found us."

"Well, it must have been fate," she said, while taking a seat.

'It must have been,' thought Arnold.

"Helga, did you have any plans today?" Phoebe asked.

"No. Why?"

"Because we were thinking of kickin' it at the beach," Phoebe replied.

"That would be nice," she responded.

After eating and paying for there pizza, Arnold, Helga, Gerald and Phoebe began there descent to the beach.

"So, Helga, what's England like?" Gerald asked curiously.

"Like America. Except it's almost always overcast," Helga said.

"You think you'll be going back to school out there?" Arnold asked, locking his ocean-blue eyes on her. She quickly looked away.

"Uh, I don't know. I was accepted to an elite creative writing school for two years, but I'm not sure I'll be going," she said nonchalantly.

A feeling of relief swept over Arnold. Perhaps he still had time to change her mind.

"So, tell me Helga, was there someone special in your life out there?" Phoebe asked releasing Gerald's hand and locking arms with her friend.

"Maybe," Helga giggled.

"Ooh. Well tell me all about him," Phoebe said.

"Yes, come dear," she said, walking faster, "Sorry boys, this isn't for you to hear."

"Women," Gerald muttered.

"Coming back here makes me realize it's been a really long time," Helga said, staring at the ocean.

"It has been," Phoebe said mesmerized by the peaceful yet roughness of the ocean. "I missed not having you here."

"I missed not being here," she said, putting an arm around her friend. "This isn't a promise. But I'm thinking about not going back to England."

"What?"

"There are just so many people I'll miss here way too much."

"Like blue eyes?" Phoebe asked smirking.

"Yeah, but even more, you."

"This is sweet and all, but can you two bond later! Like not right now," Gerald said.

Phoebe shot him a look and walked toward him slowly, wrapping him in her arms.

"Look sir…" she began as they walked away together.

"So, football head, how has life been treating you?" Helga said walking close to him.

"Alright," he said and smiled.

"Don't you ever get sick of them, being all in love?" Helga asked eyeing Gerald and Phoebe who were walking together down the coast.

Arnold laughed. "After a while, you get used to it," he said.

"Hmm. Whatever."

"Remember when we came here that summer and we both ended up in the same summer cabin?"

"Yeah," Arnold answered.

"Truthfully, Arnoldo, having to share a house with you wasn't that bad."

"Really," Arnold said mischievously. "So the truth comes out. Finally after six years, you decide to tell the truth."

"To the tell the truth. I've always told the truth. Well most of the time," Helga said remembering her secret love about the boy with the corn flour blond hair.

For minutes, they just stood there in silence. Then, Helga took off her boots and emerged her feet in the cold, salty beach water.

The scene was picturesque as her blonde hair blew in the wind, as the sun broke thorough the clouds, the wind singing them a special melody, while her only true love admired her beauty from afar.

"Join me," she said to him.

Arnold kicked off his shoes and let his feet be submerged into the ice cold water.

"This is kind of funny," he said.

"Why?"

"We could barely hold a conversation and now we're talking like we are pretty good friends."

"Well, I'd say that was mostly my fault. If I weren't so mean to you, we probably would have been pretty good friends. I didn't understand it. When it came to you, I had some kind of mental block. Instead acting at least presentable my mind would do a Doctor Jekyll, Mr. Hide transformation."

"We were kids," he said putting his hand on her shoulder. "Things change, you did."

His warm hand on her shoulder sent a chill own her spine. She could feel the heat through her sweater as if she wasn't wearing one.

Slowly she turned and met his gaze.

"I guess I did, still I shouldn't have acted the way I did. To this day I don't know why you put up with me."

"Because," Arnold began softly, stepping toward her, "you were pretty special. I don't know why. Even though you were mean and rude, you were kind of special."

"Really?" she asked, stepping toward him as well.

"Yeah. I don't know. I got this feeling when I was around you. Kind of like the one I feel now," he said, his voice almost a whisper.

"How do you feel now?" she asked her voice as quiet as his.

"Like," he said as he brought his hand to her face, "like I'm sitting on a cloud."

"Oh. Nice to know I have that affect on you," she said leaning forward her mouth, inches away from his.

"I hate this part," Arnold muttered leaning his head close to hers.

"What part?" she asked, her eyes closing slowly.

"Uh, right before I, uh--," he stammered.

"Arnold," she whispered, "shut up," she said breaking the gap between them. There lips meeting together.

Meeting together in a long, gentle, sweet kiss.

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