Disclaimer: Hi all! Guess what? Does it even need to be said? I don't own Hey Arnold. There. It's done. On with the fic! I hope you like it!
Helga's Very Special Day.
By c-ko
Helga allowed a quiet breeze to gently caress her young skin and delicately push her not-so-perfect hair into her face. The bell had just rung and all the children were quickly running back to their classrooms after recess. Phoebe had stayed with Mr. Simmons after class to help with the next lesson, leaving Helga to another one or her routine quiet moments to reflect inwardly on herself and her love life.
"Oh, ARNOLD! My passion My life!" She heaved the Sigh of Love. Her heart began to beat at a quicker pace as she removed the picture frame, in the shape of a vital organ from her dress pocket. Slowly, she began to fabricate a romantic scenario in her imagination. Frankly, the day was in need of a good pick-me-up and Helga knew that a fantasy was the one thing she could do on her own that demanded positive results. It was true, that the more Helga fantasized about Arnold, the greater out of touch she became with reality, but she neither pondered its consequences, nor cared, if she had come to that conclusion at all.
Today she imagined they were in the classroomin the back rowTheir desks were jammed together, side by sideHe was so nervous because she was looking so extremely beautiful. His hand gingerly slid from "his side" of the desk onto hers. She gasped. "Oh Arnold We mustn't! If everyone were to know about us If they were to find out"
"Helga You're so caring. Always looking out for someone else. But, to tell you the truth. I want all our classmates to know that I LOVE HELGA G. PATAKI!"
The kids in the classroom all turned around to face Arnold and Helga. The news seemed to please the entire classroom. Gerald was the first to stand up, nodding his head, smiling. He clapped. Not a boring-school-assembly-that-finally-ended kinda clap. Not a home-team-just-won-the-world-cup kinda clap. It was the slow clap of respect that you might see in movies when the coolest guy just told off the biggest bully in school and made him cry to his mommy kinda clap. Triumphant! Other students also began to join in the clap and pretty soon they were cheering. Cheering just for Helga.
"HELGA! HELGA! HELGA! HELGA!"
While poor Lila sat on the floor, cleaning up the mess she'd just made when she piddled herself from the horrifying news. Everyone in the class turned to laugh a her for a moment, but it wasn't long, for it was now time to name Helga "Best Girlfriend of the Year" in the school gym. The class lifted Helga and Arnold out of their seats and carried their exquisite physiques out into the hallway. All the while, class after class poured out of their rooms to join in the celebration.
"HELGA! HELGA! HELGA! HELGA!"
"Helga! HELGA!!"
The chilly deadness of reality set back in, leaving a fresh cold feeling behind, much like that of a nasty scrape. Helga's face fell for a moment, then a scowl came to her newly disrupted mug. She whipped her head around only to find that the person who had interrupted her dreams was none other than the original football-headed lad himself.
"Arnold?" She said breathlessly, heart fluttering. "I mean, uh. What the heck do YOU want FOOTball head?!"
"I came here to escort you back to class." He said, rather uninterested.
Helga's heart soared through the skies. He was here to escort her! ESCORT her! Escort HER! And what a noble thing to do. What a choice of words. What a beautiful way of putting "I'm taking you to class." Escort! Wonderful. He wasn't going to regret this. If he was going to escort her to class Well then she was going to be the best goddam escortee that ever lived on the green, green earth!
"Um, escort me, Arnold?" She said in her most Lila voice as possible.
"Yeah," he replied, vaguely attentive. "You've been out here for, like, twenty-five minutes, and Mr. Simmons told me to come out and ask you when you'll be joining us."
"Oh" She said in a disheveled, flat, tone. Man, she loved him, but he could really say the wrong things at just the right time. "Well, lead the way football boy"
Arnold was already on his way, before she could even sputter out her last sentence. Feeling a little dejected, she remarked, "Nice way to escort a girl, football-Jerk!"
"Well, you know the way back to class, too! Sheesh!"
"I bet you wouldn't talk that way to Liiiiiiila" She said mockingly, almost singing her name.
"Whatever you say, Helga." Not ever glancing back at her, not even once!
"You are such a joke!" She said in a last attempt for his attention. " You let everyone believe that you're the perfect little boy who's so kind to every person he meets! But really You You" He turned around to look at her. At last! "You're just a," Greaat, Helga That's the way to his heart. Sucker punch him right in the gut. Sure. Now he'll really respect you. But I guess it's too late to go soft on him now.
" You're just. SELECTIVELY NICE!!!!!".What did she just say? Stupid, stupid, stupid!!!! Now he'll never talk to her again. Just Great! Helga, you are an official moron!
"Th–That's not true!" Gasp, was this hurt she saw? She got his attention. Now what was she supposed to do with him? It certainly was a blessing that she was quick on her toes in a tough situation.
" Uh That's right, buster! You heard me. Se-lec-tive! I, uh, hear all about your kind of people from my sister who's taking a psyche class in University. It's called the uhh, selectivo admirabloh condition Got it?"
"Selectiv tiv. not really." He fumbled.
"Well, it means that you couldn't be kind to me for one day Even if you tried!!"
"Is that a challenge?!" Arnold scoffed.
"Huh?" Helga stepped back once. His face held a fury that surprised even Helga. " Uhhh. Yeah I mean, if you could handle all that deceit and falseness for a day. And you'd have to genuinely want to be kind Or you'll never be cured!"
Arnold was surprised. " I wont?" Heck, he wasn't surprised, he was worried! Could he genuinely want to be NICE to Helga? The meanest kid in school who taunted his every thought. This task seemed like trying to let a swarm of bees into your heart. You're bound to get stung in the aftermath of it all. Stung, swollen, and deceased from allergies! Was it an impossible feat? Maybe he could live with this this selectivo admirabloh condition. Others had learned to live with this predicament, right? He could join a Selectivo Support Group, right? There was another way out of this. Of course, the only way he could EVER want to be nice to Helga was if she changed her ways or if he looked past her bad points and saw only the good. Was there even a good side to Helga? And if so, how could he find it and bring it out?
"Helga.Please give me a week."
"A week?" She said inquisitively. "What for?"
He looked to his hands. "I need a week to bring out the good in you, so that I can learn to like you."
Helga was taken aback. "You're–really going through with all this, footba--?"
"Helga please," he begged "I need your helpPlease?"
Her heart was beaming at those words. Arnold, needing her!! Needing her!! Oh! Better not get too excited, again. Her senses swooned back to reality.
"Well, football head, you got yourself a deal!"
That's my first HA! fic. Actually my first fic ever! How is it so far? I'm not too great at writing, but I'm really trying to learn how to express myself with words. Was it amusing at all? I'm more of an artist but I'm trying to write a manga and figured I'd start with some steady characters before going on with my next project. If you liked this, please review.