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Thanks & Bunches ~ Stargaziey
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! (Though it would be nice.)
Magic Remembered Part 5 ~ A Rocky Reunion
by: Stargaziey
Helga could only stare at the vision before her. Could it possibly be...Arnold? She followed the lines of his body, which had filled out and became more muscular since high school. The world melted around her, but she fought to keep it there. She could not loose herself, not now, not ever.
Arnold was confused at Helga's reaction, or actually, lack of it. He hadn't known what to expect from her, but certainly not the ominous silence that threatened to consume them both. Arnold decide to end it, "Hello, Helga." He said quietly.
"Arnold?" Helga whispered. Helga finally caught hold of the world that teetered around her. "What are you doing here?" She asked. There was no emotion in her voice and Arnold couldn't tell if she was angry or happy to see him. But he was a little taken aback by her question.
"I...I came to find you." He replied earnestly. Helga wanted to respond to this, but her tongue was silenced as she saw Arnold's gaze shift from her to behind her. Looking at her back, Helga found Kohlven Relmont.
"Criminey!" She muttered under her breath.
"Ah, Miss Pataki, aren't you going to introduce me? You obviously know this man." Said Relmont, a sneer on his handsome face. Right off the bat, Arnold did not like this man. He seemed arrogant and manipulative. His smile incensed Arnold, but he couldn't quite understand why.
"Relmont, this is Arnold." Helga said through gritted teeth. "Arnold," she said a little more nicely, "this is Kohlven Relmont." Her voice sounded cold as ice when she said Relmont's name.
"Owner of Relmont Industries and one of the most eligible bachelors in the world." Added Relmont, shaking Arnold's hand. After a moment, an awkward silence befell the small group and Relmont used this to his advantage.
"So, Arnold, how long have you and Helga known each other?" Relmont asked, a smirk on his face. Helga got a very dark look upon hers and Arnold didn't want to play twenty questions with some conceited, rich bag of hot air.
"Long enough." Arnold answered. He wanted to leave, but, more so, he wanted to speak to Helga...privately. He decided to make some attempt.
"Helga," Arnold suddenly said, startling both her and Relmont. "I won't be in Paris for much longer and it's been such a long time since I've seen you. Would you like to go get some coffee and catch up?"
Helga looked almost grateful. "I'd love to." She turned to Relmont and said, "Sorry, Relmont." But she certainly didn't sound it. "But it's not everyday you run into and old friend in Paris." Then, before Relmont could respond, Helga had taken hold of Arnold's arm and left the banquet hall.
The two stepped out into the hotel's elaborate and expansive gardens. It was oddly warm for March in France, the air was sweet and they could faintly hear the violins from the party inside.
"You know, it's NOT everyday you run into an old friend in Paris." Helga said, again her voice devoid of emotion. "Why've you come to find me, Arnold?" She asked, her voice now held a bit of anger.
"You have to ask me a question like that? I figured the answer would be obvious." Arnold replied. Helga hadn't made contact with her friends in almost five years and she wanted to know why he came to find her. "We've been worried about you, Helga, the whole gang." Arnold said after a moment, his voice soft and tender. Reminding Helga of how he used to speak when they were younger. "We didn't know what had happened to you."
"Well, as you can see, I'm perfectly fine, so now you can leave me alone. I'd like to get back to my life, if you don't mind." Helga replied, her arms were crossed across her now ample chest and she looked away from Arnold.
"Helga," Arnold said, "why did you do this? Why did you go?"
"You have to ask?" Helga scoffed, still not looking at him.
"Well, yeah," Replied Arnold, "I have no idea what happened." Helga had had just about enough. She had spent far too much time trying to forget about Arnold. She could not explain herself to him, not again. Fifteen years ago she had told Arnold about her big secret. But, Arnold, being dense as he is, took her love for friendship, not romance.
Helga rounded on Arnold and stared at him with her piercing blue eyes. "Look, Arnoldo, it's not important why I left. What's important is that I'm here now and I want to be left alone." Arnold frowned and watched Helga's back as she went over towards the large fountain. Helga cursed the garden decoration as it was covered in cupids and looked like something that was supposed to be in a scene for lovers. Not fighting friends.
"Helga, please, tell me. You once told me that you could tell me anything." Arnold said to her back. Helga winced at the reminder of that memory.
"I know." Helga replied. "But not this." She sighed and stared at the fountain a moment longer. "Look, Arnold, I'll make you a deal. I'll meet you out front in the lobby in about 15 minutes. We'll go get the cup of coffee you promised me, then I'll tell you what I think you need to know." She turned and looked at Arnold, who had a small smile on his face.
"Alright, Helga. You promise you'll show up?" He asked, raising one of his eyebrows.
"Yes, yes, Football Head, I'll show up. Sheesh." She replied. Arnold turned and went back into the party, his heart pounding in his chest.
Helga turned back to the fountain and stared at it a bit. She half-smiled at the cupids, then turned and ran back into the party and up to her room.
HEY! What do you know? A new chapter. Enjoy!
Thanks & Bunches ~ Stargaziey
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! (Though it would be nice.)
Magic Remembered Part 5 ~ A Rocky Reunion
by: Stargaziey
Helga could only stare at the vision before her. Could it possibly be...Arnold? She followed the lines of his body, which had filled out and became more muscular since high school. The world melted around her, but she fought to keep it there. She could not loose herself, not now, not ever.
Arnold was confused at Helga's reaction, or actually, lack of it. He hadn't known what to expect from her, but certainly not the ominous silence that threatened to consume them both. Arnold decide to end it, "Hello, Helga." He said quietly.
"Arnold?" Helga whispered. Helga finally caught hold of the world that teetered around her. "What are you doing here?" She asked. There was no emotion in her voice and Arnold couldn't tell if she was angry or happy to see him. But he was a little taken aback by her question.
"I...I came to find you." He replied earnestly. Helga wanted to respond to this, but her tongue was silenced as she saw Arnold's gaze shift from her to behind her. Looking at her back, Helga found Kohlven Relmont.
"Criminey!" She muttered under her breath.
"Ah, Miss Pataki, aren't you going to introduce me? You obviously know this man." Said Relmont, a sneer on his handsome face. Right off the bat, Arnold did not like this man. He seemed arrogant and manipulative. His smile incensed Arnold, but he couldn't quite understand why.
"Relmont, this is Arnold." Helga said through gritted teeth. "Arnold," she said a little more nicely, "this is Kohlven Relmont." Her voice sounded cold as ice when she said Relmont's name.
"Owner of Relmont Industries and one of the most eligible bachelors in the world." Added Relmont, shaking Arnold's hand. After a moment, an awkward silence befell the small group and Relmont used this to his advantage.
"So, Arnold, how long have you and Helga known each other?" Relmont asked, a smirk on his face. Helga got a very dark look upon hers and Arnold didn't want to play twenty questions with some conceited, rich bag of hot air.
"Long enough." Arnold answered. He wanted to leave, but, more so, he wanted to speak to Helga...privately. He decided to make some attempt.
"Helga," Arnold suddenly said, startling both her and Relmont. "I won't be in Paris for much longer and it's been such a long time since I've seen you. Would you like to go get some coffee and catch up?"
Helga looked almost grateful. "I'd love to." She turned to Relmont and said, "Sorry, Relmont." But she certainly didn't sound it. "But it's not everyday you run into and old friend in Paris." Then, before Relmont could respond, Helga had taken hold of Arnold's arm and left the banquet hall.
The two stepped out into the hotel's elaborate and expansive gardens. It was oddly warm for March in France, the air was sweet and they could faintly hear the violins from the party inside.
"You know, it's NOT everyday you run into an old friend in Paris." Helga said, again her voice devoid of emotion. "Why've you come to find me, Arnold?" She asked, her voice now held a bit of anger.
"You have to ask me a question like that? I figured the answer would be obvious." Arnold replied. Helga hadn't made contact with her friends in almost five years and she wanted to know why he came to find her. "We've been worried about you, Helga, the whole gang." Arnold said after a moment, his voice soft and tender. Reminding Helga of how he used to speak when they were younger. "We didn't know what had happened to you."
"Well, as you can see, I'm perfectly fine, so now you can leave me alone. I'd like to get back to my life, if you don't mind." Helga replied, her arms were crossed across her now ample chest and she looked away from Arnold.
"Helga," Arnold said, "why did you do this? Why did you go?"
"You have to ask?" Helga scoffed, still not looking at him.
"Well, yeah," Replied Arnold, "I have no idea what happened." Helga had had just about enough. She had spent far too much time trying to forget about Arnold. She could not explain herself to him, not again. Fifteen years ago she had told Arnold about her big secret. But, Arnold, being dense as he is, took her love for friendship, not romance.
Helga rounded on Arnold and stared at him with her piercing blue eyes. "Look, Arnoldo, it's not important why I left. What's important is that I'm here now and I want to be left alone." Arnold frowned and watched Helga's back as she went over towards the large fountain. Helga cursed the garden decoration as it was covered in cupids and looked like something that was supposed to be in a scene for lovers. Not fighting friends.
"Helga, please, tell me. You once told me that you could tell me anything." Arnold said to her back. Helga winced at the reminder of that memory.
"I know." Helga replied. "But not this." She sighed and stared at the fountain a moment longer. "Look, Arnold, I'll make you a deal. I'll meet you out front in the lobby in about 15 minutes. We'll go get the cup of coffee you promised me, then I'll tell you what I think you need to know." She turned and looked at Arnold, who had a small smile on his face.
"Alright, Helga. You promise you'll show up?" He asked, raising one of his eyebrows.
"Yes, yes, Football Head, I'll show up. Sheesh." She replied. Arnold turned and went back into the party, his heart pounding in his chest.
Helga turned back to the fountain and stared at it a bit. She half-smiled at the cupids, then turned and ran back into the party and up to her room.