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. Cheese is good. Yep.
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AN: Things are picking up! Please REVIEW to tell me if you get lost. I had a feeling people were, thus the reformatted version!
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Chapter Eleven: Hyper Friends to the Rescue!
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Future
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Helga watched as Gerald supported Phoebe on her way back to their car. Gently closing the door behind herself, she turned back to the family room.
"Arnold dear?" she asked, peaking her head in. He wasn't there. Frantically, she ran from room to room, calling his name. Something wasn't right. Something felt awry, frighteningly so. She held my dear daughter close to her as she continued her search.
"Darling, are you on the pot?" Helga asked, putting an ear up to the bathroom door. No sound. "Where the heck did he go?" She pondered. "Do you know where your daddy went?" She asked in the voice all adults talk to babies in as she looked down at...
Princess was gone, her pale pink blanket the only sign of her being there floating down like a vague ghost to the cold tile floor. The last thing I saw before she plunged head first into the ice cold oblivion.
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Present Times
Point of View: Protagonist/Antagonist
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"Congratulations" I thought as I patted myself on the back. "Arnold's secluded from his friends. Things _must_ be as they should now!" My room was dark except for one lone lamp over the chair where I sat. Glancing over the walls, memories washed over me. I saw the poster I had gotten from a baseball game I watched with my father all those years ago, before he died tragically of a heart attack in 2004.
"STOP IT!" It was the stupid voice again. Myself, at a younger age. Well, I suppose myself at my current age. Johanssen and Hyerdaul aren't idiots, they knew that something tragic could happen if past and future versions of one person saw each other.
"As if you don't call this tragic?" I had forgotten that he could read my thoughts.
"Pipe down! This is for your own good, as I've already told you." I scoffed, "I can't believe I was ever this ungrateful! All I'm doing is righting wrongs."
"I can't believe I grew up to be..." He trailed off. "To be you!" he said "you" as if it was something vile and disgusting, like something he abhorred with all his being. "You've taken my friends away... can you say that you've never had good memories of school? Never had good memories of Arnold and the basketball team?"
"This is different." I insisted, but he continued.
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And what about last year? We beat those tenth graders, remember? Arnold passed me... you.... us the ball, and er... we shot it at the three point line with seconds left in the game? You can't tell me that you don't remember that! You can't tell me that..."
I interrupted "I can tell you that you grow up to work in a soda factory. You screw the caps onto sodas all day long!" (AN: I'm pathetic, I'm trying to slip some humor in...)
"If it's something I did without making anyone's lives hell, then so be it." He sounded so assured, I sort of missed that.
"Arnold got everything. The scholarships, the fame, the woman of his dreams, all because of something I did for him! That's not happening this time around!"
The younger me was silent for a few moments, then sighed. "All I can say is that things will work out in the end. And not for YOUR good."
I sneered "Then you're coming down with me, you know that, right Nick?"
"Whatever." He mumbled, "but you've been forewarned."
It's a funny thing, fighting against yourself. But I had to remember, I was the older one. I knew best. Time would yield to me, and fate kneel and do my bidding.
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Present Day
Point of View: Arnold
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"Peanuts sir?" The voice of an annoying flight attendant shook me from my reverie.
"Pardon?" I asked, snapping up.
"Peanuts, sir?" She barked. Sometimes those flight attendants could get cranky. Best not to get on their bad side.
"Yes, please." I nodded, and she chucked a pack at me. She began to walk to to back of the plane briskly. "Uh, thank you!?" I shouted after her, but she ignored me.
So why was I on this plane with such cheap service? Because, well, the tickets were cheap! Also, it was the best I could do on such short notice.
The flight attendant was back again. "Hey football face." The way she addressed me reminded me just who I was going to see. She gave me a can of soda. "Wash those peanuts down with this. The people in the third row said that they were spicy." I looked to the third row to see a man and a woman guzzling soda after soda, a pile of cans at their feet.
"Um, thank you for the warning ma'am." I said politely.
She rolled her eyes, flicking a strand of brown hair away from her face. "Whatever, kid."
I remembered the email that sent me here clearly. I had opened it just the day before, right after basketball practice.
(AN: As far as I know, there are no web sites like this, so... lol, don't try to email them...)
From: i_eat_porkrinds@yapoop.com
To: Bluehat_bball_boy@basketballrocks.com
Subject: Helga!
Hey Arnold! You have no clue who we are! Fun, eh? Anyhow, I'm Jill... ack, and Samantha (Sam for short) is behind me helping to dictate this.
Sam: HEY!!!!!
Ahem. Anyway, don't get alarmed, we jacked your email address from Helga's address book. Fun fun! Anyhow, we think you should get your butt down here! Helga's our friend, and we just want to do something to help her. Anyway... Helga's got your home address in her address book, so we over-nighted you a one way ticket to New York. (it's all our allowances can take) Anyhow, we've set her up on a blind date with someone with a "good personality". In other words, she has some low expectations for then. We trust you'll rise above them?
Sam: Yay!
Anyhow, sorry to bother you...
Sam: We're not bothering him, silly Jilly!
-_-() aannnyywaaaay... Be looking in your mail!
Until then,
Jill (OOH, Don't forget me!!!!!!!!)
and Sam
I remember thinking "These are HELGA's friends????" but of course, I never did understand her, why try and second guess now? The flight attendant was back again, this time with a brown paper sack.
"We're landing now, rugby head." she muttered, chucking the bag at me. "Use this while you barf, our pilot is just learning how to properly land. And buckle up, you ninny!"
This was gonna be something else...