For Her

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A sequel to "My Muse", written by Miss Matched

Dedicated to Starry Nights, for being so encouraging.

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All standard disclaimers apply. Characters from "Hey Arnold" are copyright Craig Barlett and to whomever else they're copyrighted to. Original characters are original, and the author would like sole use of them, unless contacted for permission. All poetry/music in this fanfiction are also original, and once again, may only be used with permission. Thus ends this huge disclaimer. Got cows? Good. Now remember, without the cows, one can never say "Got Milk?" Well, unless you want goat milk. Ew, major.

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Chapter Six: ...he stole my life...

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Point of View: Antagonist

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"No way"

"Uh huh"

"And why should I believe you?"

I waved a pack of pictures in front of his face "Photographic evidence" I smiled. I could tell he was pretty impressed.

"Good work" He nodded proudly, leafing through the pictures. His sight lingered on one picture in general. I looked over his shoulder to see which one he found so interesting. Go figure, it was the picture I took through the door of the chorus room of Gerald and that Arnold fighting. A pretty darn good picture, if I do say so myself. Funny how little plans can expand so easily! It was so simple at first; lure Arnold into the "in" crowd and watch him try to keep his head above water. But it became so much more. Slowly but surely, he began to disconnect himself from his real friends. Only one person stayed in the way of this plan. Gerald. I don't think too highly of him either. He was the one person who kept Arnold from falling completely in over his head. I needed to do something to make him drown under the sea of "Junior High" also. And who better then the love of his life, Phoebe, to watch him drown, and help him fall.

I love the way my mind works.

So then, you ask, who am I sharing my photos with? The school's basketball coach, of course. After some long talks, I convinced him that Arnold's friends were holding him back and robbing him of his true potential as a high-scoring member of our basketball team. So I've got an adult ally. Sure, I'm going to dump him as soon as my plans succeed, but he needs not know.

And why, you ask. Why would I want to make such a _nice_, _good_ boy's life miserable? Another logical, simple reason.

He stole my life!

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Point of View: Arnold

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She was gone. I watched as the Pataki's car slowly pulled away and chugged off, with a forlorn looking Helga waving weakly at me from out the window. "I'll write!" she yelled out the window.

"Crimany, Helga, roll up the window! You're letting the air conditioning out!!!"

"Yes BOB"

So that was it. The end. At least for me. I lost my best friend and my love...er... at least I hoped she would have been... The only friend I really had left was Nick. Thank goodness for that, at least someone hasn't abandoned me.

"But Helga didn't abandon me" I thought to myself, but it didn't quite seem true. Just when I found her again, she was gone. I felt alone right then, forgotten by the world. Slowly, I walked back to the boarding house. Abner, my pet pig, greeted me at the door, seeming to notice how distraught i was.

"Hey short man! Your weird friend with the bowl cut's on the phone for ya" Grandpa greeted me. I figured he was talking about Nick. I petted Abner a few more times, then picked up the phone.

" 'lo?"

"Hey man! It's me, Nick"

"Hey, Nick!"

"I'm just calling to say I'm sorry about the fight between you and Gerald."

"You heard?"

"Yeah, news travels fast." There was a pause on the end of the line. "Hey, coach has a few more spots left on the basketball team if you want to try out." I thought about that for a second. I had always been afraid of sports taking up too much of my free time, especially on the weekends. Weekends were really the only free time I had to hang out with Gerald. "But he hates me" I reminded myself. "Sure Nick. Tell coach I'm there"

"Great! Catch ya tomorrow, Arnold!"

"yeah, great. Bye." I mumbled, hanging up. "No Gerald, no Helga," I sighed, "And when it rains, it pours."