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 Seven: Flashing

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Point of View: Nick

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FLASHBACK (or shall we say, flash forward?):

"You're in, Nick!" One of my team mates called to me. Smiling, I took my towel off of my neck and entered the basketball game. As this was the last game of my
High School career, I was glad to finally be back in. Rumor had it that college scouts were in the bleachers, and I knew I could wow 'em.

The game went on from there. We were down by ten points from the other team. And so it continued. (All that happened before this point has no meaning to me.)
Our team took a time-out, and from here... oh yes, from here my life took a downfall.

"We need to get Arnold in the game" Our coach said to us in the huddle. "He's our most consistent player."

"But other's need the game time too" Arnold explained to the coach, but he would hear none of it.

Finally, I relented. "I'll get out. Go win the big one for us, Arnold!" He gave me one of those huge smiled that covered his entire football head, and ran into the
game with the rest of the team. I leaned back in my seat, waiting to watch the scoreboard rack up a few more for our side.

That's when I saw her.

Her golden hair around her shoulders reminded me of a halo, and her smile of the sun. An empty seat next to her assured me she was with no one else. "Maybe
I'll talk to her after the game..." I pondered, looking back at the woman once more. But with two words, my hopes were dashed.

"GO ARNOLD!!!!" she hollered, whipping one arm around her head in a war-like motion. I sighed and looked back down at my shoes.


EVEN DEEPER INTO THE FUTURE:

And needless to say, there were scouts in the bleachers. Arnold made a very prestigious college team, and I made none. Seems I wasn't in the game long
enough for a decision to be made about me. And the blonde I saw that day (whom I assume to be a gold digger... only going after the best players...) she
married him. He had the perfect life... the perfect job... the perfect spouse. I GAVE THAT TO HIM! I LET HIM PLAY! And what do I have to show for it?

The old saying rings ever true... nice guys finish last.







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Still in the Future

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Point of View: Helga

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The morning coffee made a ring on my morning newspaper. I don't really read the newspaper very much, but I like to check out the date in the corner. Sometimes days meld together in my mind, and the date often escapes me.

"March 30th, 2013" I read to myself.

"Helga dear, is breakfast ready?" I heard my husband ask from the other room. I heard our child laugh. It's nice to know that my little girl will have a father who cares about her, and like now, plays with her. That's something I never had.

"Yes. Cream dried beef on toast sound good?"

Arnold walked into the room, carrying our one year old daughter, Princess, in his arms. "Sounds great!" He exclaimed, pecking me on the cheek as he put 'Cess (as we lovingly called her) in her seat. I glanced back at the newspaper.

"Interesting headline today. 'Time Machine Stolen from Hyerdaul-Johanson Labs'" I gasped as I read it again. "That's Phoebe's lab!" Phoebe had grown up to be a highly respected scientist, with her soon-to-be-husband at her side.

"But who would do such a thing?" Arnold asked as he spooned some mushy bananas into Princess' mouth.

"Only someone without a heart." I muttered angerly, banging the table with my fist. Arnold, as wonderful as ever, looked up at me worried. I sighed and unclenched my fist. Old habits die hard.