Hey Arnold-As You Like It
The End
This chapter has been done for about a week now, but fan fiction wasn't letting me upload it, and then I had to retype it cause the disk I saved it on wasn't woking, so whatever. Well, it's the last chapter. And chapters like these are too rare to be burdened with heavy-handed words. (That was from A Knights Tale, I couldn't resist. He he.) Here it is. Enjoy!
Gangster Office***
"Little Tim, today's the big day."
"Right boss."
"Are we ready?"
"Yes."
"Then lets do it."
So Little Tim and the man we have come to know as Boss hopped in a black sedan and drove to Rosewood (That's the area where Helga lives if you can't remember). They got out at the corner and started to walk towards the house. But it seems that God was watching over Helga, for, as Boss and Little Tim were approaching Helga's house, a pastor form a nearby church approached them.
"Good morning gentlemen, it is a fine morning isn't it?" although Boss was thoroughly evil, he was a Christian man. (Don't ask me why, even Al Capone went to church on Sunday's.)
"Indeed it is father."
"T'would be a pity for something to spoil a day as good as this one."
"Yes, I suppose it would be." Boss was now on his toes. There was no way the priest could know what they were about to do.
"You seem like a family man. I was just returning from visiting a family that has just moved in. They have two children, a boy and a girl. Charming young ones they are. Do you have children sir?"
"I have a son."
"You know that they are indeed a godsend then."
"In truth, they are."
"The folks who live here, though a bit reclusive have a fine young lady for a daughter." Boss's vengeance towards Big Bob was slowly melting.
"You seem like fine men. Perhaps you would be so kind as to come back to the church with me and help me. I am getting on in years and cannot do as much as before. There are a few unfortunate children who come around every day, wanting food and money. I truly wish I had more to give out, but-"
"Speak no more. We will come and help these young ones." And so, by this old man's words, the cold heart of Boss was melted.
Groves High School***
Arnold had come back to school. His wound wasn't too bad, they stitched it up, and he just had to stay in bed for a day or two since he was weak from the blood loss. Will had visited him in the hospital, giving his thanks for saving his life and telling Arnold of his newfound love with Phoebe.
"Arnold, it's so great. I finally found someone for me. She's smart and beautiful and funny. I love this feeling, it's like walking on air."
"It's great Will." Arnold couldn't stand listening to it. And really, Arnold was dying. Not how we usually think of it with a grim reaper and a coffin. But his heart was dying. His soul was dying. He didn't understand why he hadn't seen Helga, even though Phoebe had said she saw her every day. He knew that he couldn't survive much more of this torture. He went back to school a few days later, his arm was in a sling. Haley immediate came up to him.
"Oh Arnold, I'm so glad you're okay. When Will told me you were hurt, I almost fainted."
"That wasn't the way I heard it. Will said you really did faint."
"Oh, well that, that was just for Helga's sake. You know, if she had been there."
"Right." He said in a disbelieving voice.
"I was just afraid that you had been stabbed in the heart."
"But my heart was not wounded with a knife, but with the eyes of a girl. Oh, I wish she were here. You said you would cure me, and all this pretending has only made my love grow stronger." Helga knew what she had to do.
"Arnold, you've been the greatest guy I've ever known. And I think you deserve something. Something big. So I'm going to find Helga., and she'll be here tomorrow and love you as much as you love her." Arnold didn't know if it was possible for someone to love another person as much as he loved Helga, but he wished he could believe her. But he knew that Helga couldn't be found, and he knew with even more conviction that she didn't love him.
"It's impossible."
"Nothing is impossible when love is involved." Helga was looking into his deep green eyes, and had such an overwhelming urge to kiss him that she had to look away.
"I doubt you can do it, but by all means, try. It would be nice to go out. Maybe with Will and Phoebe. They're inseparable. I envy him so much. He has never known the pains of love.
"Then your love will prove to be stronger. Don't worry, it'll all come out for the best." That day after school, Helga went to the Beauty parlor where she had first been transformed, and bought a wig that exactly matched her old blond hair. She hoped that Arnold would be able to understand that she had had to deceive him in order to protect him.
* * * * * * * * * * * The Park-The Next Day * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Arnold was sitting on a bench in the park, waiting for Haley. She had said that he would bring Helga there, so there he was. Will and Phoebe were there as well. They were sitting on another bench, cuddling and whispering and doing whatever else people do when they're in love.
"Where is she?" He said harshly to himself. Despite his attempts not to, he had begun to hope. Hope was the death of many people, and he knew that if she did not come, it would be the death of him as well. Suddenly he sat up strait. Someone was walking down the path. 'Was it her? Could it be?' His heart was beating wildly.
It was Haley.
She was alone.
Arnold's heart had never experienced such torment. It was ripped apart, stepped on, blown up, burned up, and tortured, all at once. He had tears in his eyes. Haley approached him.
"Arnold, I have one question."
"What is it?" His voice was the voice of a man with nothing more to live for.
"If Helga comes, do you promise to love her forever, as you told me many times that you would?" He looked up, his eyes and cheeks glistening with tears.
"I promise to love her forever and a day."
"Okay. Okay." She said this with a determined yet wary tone. She left, going back down the path, leaving Arnold with a bruised and beaten, but still hoping heart.
A/N: I really wanted to end the chapter there and leave you guys hanging for like a month, but I decided that would be too cruel, considering the fact that I had promised that there would only be one more chapter. So be thankful. End of A/N.
Helga went over the tree were she had stored her wig, just out of Arnold's sight. She had asked him that question because she needed a last minute reassurance. She put on the wig, and her old bullish air, took a deep breath and went back up the path to where Arnold was sitting. He jumped up when he saw her coming down the path. He stood on the path in front of her, with no idea what to do. He was very nervous, his hands were shaking and he was twisting them around. She too stood awkwardly upon the path, wishing for this first moment to be over. She reached out and took both of his shaking hands in her own.
"If there is truth in sight, then you are my dearest Helga," he said, his voice shaking as much as his hands. His heart was in his throat.
"If there is truth in the heart, then you are my dearest Arnold." His heart jumped at these words, and he was so happy he felt like flying.
"Arnold, I give myself, my heart, my everything to you."
"And I would do the same for you, loveliest Helga, but you already have them.: He drew her up to him, their hearts beating in unison, their bodies pressed against each other. She was blushing, and looked down. He drew her chin up with his hand gently, so she was looking at him. She smiled shyly. He drew her into an embrace, and she relished in the feel of his lips on hers. After this passionate kiss, she said,
"Arnold, I have something to tell you." Actually, it was more like, "Arnold- kiss-I have-kiss-something-kiss kiss-to tell you."
"Hmm?"
"You know that girl Haley?"
"Mmm hmm."
"Well it was me." He drew away from her, confusion in her eyes.
"See, I know Phoebe told you the whole W.P.A. thing. And when I found out that you loved me after so many years of loving you-"
"What?"
"I'll explain later. But I couldn't let you get away. So I came up to you in disguise, needing to be near you but it was impossible for me to let you who I was. I'm really sorry that I tricked you, and I'll do anything you want, to have you forgive me." He drew her against his chest.
"Oh Helga, you don't need to apologize. I'm not angry, and I doubt I could be, I love you so much." And she looked up into those deep green eyes that she had fallen in love with so long ago, and smiled.
Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. And this one left them all behind.
It's over, it's really over. Somehow, I wish this story could keep going forever, but to have a good story, there has to be a happily ever after. Now I guess I have more time to work on other stories. For your information, the poem that Arnold read to Helga in the 8th chapter was actually one of Orlando's poems translated into modern day English, so that's why the rhymes are sorta messed up. And the last line about the kisses was form The Princess Bride.
Till Whenever,
Blacknotebook
The End
This chapter has been done for about a week now, but fan fiction wasn't letting me upload it, and then I had to retype it cause the disk I saved it on wasn't woking, so whatever. Well, it's the last chapter. And chapters like these are too rare to be burdened with heavy-handed words. (That was from A Knights Tale, I couldn't resist. He he.) Here it is. Enjoy!
Gangster Office***
"Little Tim, today's the big day."
"Right boss."
"Are we ready?"
"Yes."
"Then lets do it."
So Little Tim and the man we have come to know as Boss hopped in a black sedan and drove to Rosewood (That's the area where Helga lives if you can't remember). They got out at the corner and started to walk towards the house. But it seems that God was watching over Helga, for, as Boss and Little Tim were approaching Helga's house, a pastor form a nearby church approached them.
"Good morning gentlemen, it is a fine morning isn't it?" although Boss was thoroughly evil, he was a Christian man. (Don't ask me why, even Al Capone went to church on Sunday's.)
"Indeed it is father."
"T'would be a pity for something to spoil a day as good as this one."
"Yes, I suppose it would be." Boss was now on his toes. There was no way the priest could know what they were about to do.
"You seem like a family man. I was just returning from visiting a family that has just moved in. They have two children, a boy and a girl. Charming young ones they are. Do you have children sir?"
"I have a son."
"You know that they are indeed a godsend then."
"In truth, they are."
"The folks who live here, though a bit reclusive have a fine young lady for a daughter." Boss's vengeance towards Big Bob was slowly melting.
"You seem like fine men. Perhaps you would be so kind as to come back to the church with me and help me. I am getting on in years and cannot do as much as before. There are a few unfortunate children who come around every day, wanting food and money. I truly wish I had more to give out, but-"
"Speak no more. We will come and help these young ones." And so, by this old man's words, the cold heart of Boss was melted.
Groves High School***
Arnold had come back to school. His wound wasn't too bad, they stitched it up, and he just had to stay in bed for a day or two since he was weak from the blood loss. Will had visited him in the hospital, giving his thanks for saving his life and telling Arnold of his newfound love with Phoebe.
"Arnold, it's so great. I finally found someone for me. She's smart and beautiful and funny. I love this feeling, it's like walking on air."
"It's great Will." Arnold couldn't stand listening to it. And really, Arnold was dying. Not how we usually think of it with a grim reaper and a coffin. But his heart was dying. His soul was dying. He didn't understand why he hadn't seen Helga, even though Phoebe had said she saw her every day. He knew that he couldn't survive much more of this torture. He went back to school a few days later, his arm was in a sling. Haley immediate came up to him.
"Oh Arnold, I'm so glad you're okay. When Will told me you were hurt, I almost fainted."
"That wasn't the way I heard it. Will said you really did faint."
"Oh, well that, that was just for Helga's sake. You know, if she had been there."
"Right." He said in a disbelieving voice.
"I was just afraid that you had been stabbed in the heart."
"But my heart was not wounded with a knife, but with the eyes of a girl. Oh, I wish she were here. You said you would cure me, and all this pretending has only made my love grow stronger." Helga knew what she had to do.
"Arnold, you've been the greatest guy I've ever known. And I think you deserve something. Something big. So I'm going to find Helga., and she'll be here tomorrow and love you as much as you love her." Arnold didn't know if it was possible for someone to love another person as much as he loved Helga, but he wished he could believe her. But he knew that Helga couldn't be found, and he knew with even more conviction that she didn't love him.
"It's impossible."
"Nothing is impossible when love is involved." Helga was looking into his deep green eyes, and had such an overwhelming urge to kiss him that she had to look away.
"I doubt you can do it, but by all means, try. It would be nice to go out. Maybe with Will and Phoebe. They're inseparable. I envy him so much. He has never known the pains of love.
"Then your love will prove to be stronger. Don't worry, it'll all come out for the best." That day after school, Helga went to the Beauty parlor where she had first been transformed, and bought a wig that exactly matched her old blond hair. She hoped that Arnold would be able to understand that she had had to deceive him in order to protect him.
* * * * * * * * * * * The Park-The Next Day * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Arnold was sitting on a bench in the park, waiting for Haley. She had said that he would bring Helga there, so there he was. Will and Phoebe were there as well. They were sitting on another bench, cuddling and whispering and doing whatever else people do when they're in love.
"Where is she?" He said harshly to himself. Despite his attempts not to, he had begun to hope. Hope was the death of many people, and he knew that if she did not come, it would be the death of him as well. Suddenly he sat up strait. Someone was walking down the path. 'Was it her? Could it be?' His heart was beating wildly.
It was Haley.
She was alone.
Arnold's heart had never experienced such torment. It was ripped apart, stepped on, blown up, burned up, and tortured, all at once. He had tears in his eyes. Haley approached him.
"Arnold, I have one question."
"What is it?" His voice was the voice of a man with nothing more to live for.
"If Helga comes, do you promise to love her forever, as you told me many times that you would?" He looked up, his eyes and cheeks glistening with tears.
"I promise to love her forever and a day."
"Okay. Okay." She said this with a determined yet wary tone. She left, going back down the path, leaving Arnold with a bruised and beaten, but still hoping heart.
A/N: I really wanted to end the chapter there and leave you guys hanging for like a month, but I decided that would be too cruel, considering the fact that I had promised that there would only be one more chapter. So be thankful. End of A/N.
Helga went over the tree were she had stored her wig, just out of Arnold's sight. She had asked him that question because she needed a last minute reassurance. She put on the wig, and her old bullish air, took a deep breath and went back up the path to where Arnold was sitting. He jumped up when he saw her coming down the path. He stood on the path in front of her, with no idea what to do. He was very nervous, his hands were shaking and he was twisting them around. She too stood awkwardly upon the path, wishing for this first moment to be over. She reached out and took both of his shaking hands in her own.
"If there is truth in sight, then you are my dearest Helga," he said, his voice shaking as much as his hands. His heart was in his throat.
"If there is truth in the heart, then you are my dearest Arnold." His heart jumped at these words, and he was so happy he felt like flying.
"Arnold, I give myself, my heart, my everything to you."
"And I would do the same for you, loveliest Helga, but you already have them.: He drew her up to him, their hearts beating in unison, their bodies pressed against each other. She was blushing, and looked down. He drew her chin up with his hand gently, so she was looking at him. She smiled shyly. He drew her into an embrace, and she relished in the feel of his lips on hers. After this passionate kiss, she said,
"Arnold, I have something to tell you." Actually, it was more like, "Arnold- kiss-I have-kiss-something-kiss kiss-to tell you."
"Hmm?"
"You know that girl Haley?"
"Mmm hmm."
"Well it was me." He drew away from her, confusion in her eyes.
"See, I know Phoebe told you the whole W.P.A. thing. And when I found out that you loved me after so many years of loving you-"
"What?"
"I'll explain later. But I couldn't let you get away. So I came up to you in disguise, needing to be near you but it was impossible for me to let you who I was. I'm really sorry that I tricked you, and I'll do anything you want, to have you forgive me." He drew her against his chest.
"Oh Helga, you don't need to apologize. I'm not angry, and I doubt I could be, I love you so much." And she looked up into those deep green eyes that she had fallen in love with so long ago, and smiled.
Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. And this one left them all behind.
It's over, it's really over. Somehow, I wish this story could keep going forever, but to have a good story, there has to be a happily ever after. Now I guess I have more time to work on other stories. For your information, the poem that Arnold read to Helga in the 8th chapter was actually one of Orlando's poems translated into modern day English, so that's why the rhymes are sorta messed up. And the last line about the kisses was form The Princess Bride.
Till Whenever,
Blacknotebook