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Helga awoke early the next morning with a massive headache. Her eyeballs could feel the agony of the gray matter behind it. She couldn't reason why her head hurt so much, but she knew it must be having quite a lot to do with

"Olga" She mouthed aloud in a sickly tone. Yes, Olga had caused her many-a-headache in her nine or so years of existence. And last night was of no exception. She had walked in on Helga during a ritual Arnold worshipping session, and had further tried to pry the boy's name from Helga's lips (to no avail, by the way). Helga kept her mouth shut, but had learned a lesson from her sister, which was that opposites really do attract. She had already planned exactly just how opposite she was going to be.

"Arnold! So innocent, so pure!" Her eyes fluttered, heart raced, she sighed. A slow chuckle came to her throat. "Heh, heh, heh! He'll never know what hit 'im. If he wants opposite, I'll give him opposite, alright!" She wrung her hands diabolically. "Arnold," She spoke to her shrine. "I'll be your contrasted conscience, the black to your white" She paused, "I will be your opposite, Arnold, my love!"

"Knock, knock, baby sis!" Olga cracked the door open.

Helga huffed. "Oh, what is it? Can't you give me five minutes alone?"

"Well It's just that," She smiled warmly at Helga.

"What?" She said impatiently. "What is it just?"

Olga giggled. "It's just that I was going to drive you into school today." She delayed her sentence again for a hasty laugh.

"And!?" Helga smacked her crown in exasperation before realizing her head was still in a state of migraine.

"And, well, I can't anymore." Olga bit her lower lip, trying to restrain her delight. Helga began towards the door to push it closed. "Wait! Don't you want to hear why I can't drive you in?" Olga blocked the door with her foot.

"Not unless it has something to do with you leaving for college, later today." She replied, indifferently.

"Nope, it's better!"

"See you soon. I'll walk." The door shut but reopened again in the same moment, Olga presented herself in the room.

"You, my sweet sister, have an unexpected companion to walk you in, this morning." Olga beamed emphatically.

"Huh? Phoebs?" Helga guessed.

"Better. It's a boy!" She announced with great enthuse.

"A b-- A boy?" Helga asked nervously. "What kind of boy?"

"A nice, sweet, and simple boy Anyone you know?"

"Ar-- Is it" Helga swallowed, although her throat was too dry for that. Helga quickly glanced into the mirror. Ah well, wasn't much she could do in that department. She rushed down the stairs to meet her visitor

"Stinky? What the-- what the heck are you doing here?" She turned to her sibling. "You tricked me!" Olga returned her remark with a dense look on her face.

"Isn't he?"

"NO! You idiot! This is Stinky. I can't believe you thought it was Stinky! What kind of a simpleton do you take me for? Crimeney!" She turned to face him. "And why are you showing up at my doorstep for?"

"Well, yer fine specimen of a sister told me you'd inviter'ed me here. For a loverly walk to the school grounds. I thought it'd be nice, is all, Helga."

"What?" She said in disbelief.

"I said, 'I thought it'd be nice, is all, Helga.'"

"You You! Get off of my property, you dolt!" Helga shoved him back and slammed the door. "I can't believe you did that, Olga! Thank God you're too stupid to figure out that I like Ar--" Damn. She was just letting it slip way too much, lately. She needed to become stricter with herself, and promise she would never again speak his name aloud in public.

"OH! OH! I feel SO horrible! Oh me! Why must I be cursed with this need to help my little sister out of trouble?"

"Really, don't beat yourself up over it, Olga. You didn't help me at all. " Helga shook her head. "Please, whatever you do, don't meddle."

Olga sniffed. "Don't worry, my little love-bug. I'll make it up to you." She promised.

* * *

"Oh! My! GOD!" Rhonda burst into the classroom exceptionally early on this Monday morn. Used to her being fashionably delayed, the class perked at her presence. "Guess what I just heard?!" With baited breaths, the kids began to form a half-circle around the most sought out schoolgirl. Each with their own distinct eager faces gazing up at her. When it became evident that all the cool kids were at her attention, she continued. "I heard Mr. Simmons and Olga talking about our big social project And--get this-- We're going to have a 'Secret Admirer's Dance' in the gym!" The class burst out into chatter. Who would be going with whom? How would this secret admirer 'thing' work? What would everyone be wearing? And so on. And so forth.

However, amidst the general excitement of a group of young students, at the back of the class, a young fair-haired girl sat wide-eyed in her hard chair, hand touching her lip. Olga walked into the classroom triumphantly and gave her sister a wink.

Notes: This chapter is a bit short, but I wanted to get it out before school gets complicated. So now you know there is a Secret Admirer Dance. Expect something weird about Lila next and a little more Hey Arnold Hassles. C&C appreciated!

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