Alrighty then Everybody!
Part 6 is here for your reading pleasure. Tell me what you think & don't for get to enjoy!
Thanks & Bunches ~ Stargaziey
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! (Though it would be nice.)
Magic Remembered Part 6 ~ True Friends Can Hear You Anywhere
by: Stargaziey
Arnold stood in the lobby of the Le Joli Hôtel de Paris ten minutes later. He wanted to be just a little early, just in case Helga might show, then not seeing him, change her mind before it was too late.
He was wearing the same thing he wore when he arrived in Paris. His jeans, blue tee and his plaid red shirt tied around his waist. He usually wore it under a blue sweater, but it was too warm for that. It was his favorite outfit and had been for a long time. He wasn't really concerned about how he looked, as long as he was comfortable. Fortunately for him, Arnold looked handsome no matter what he wore.
A few minutes later, Helga arrived. She kept her hair in the same elegant coif she had styled it as for the party but had put on a pair of boot cut jeans, a light pink tee shirt and a pair of Nancy Spumoni Sneakers.
Arnold hadn't seen Helga, but she spotted him right away. 'Don't worry, Helga old girl, we're just gonna get a cup of coffee and then you never have to see him again. You can go back to your life and move on.' But even as Helga told herself this, she knew that she would never be able to move on.
Walking over to where he stood, Arnold felt her behind him and turned giving her his warm, half-lidded gaze; a small smile on his face. "Hello, Helga." He said, his smooth voice sending shivers down Helga's spine.
"Hi, Arnold." Helga replied, rubbing her arm. She wasn't sure what to say to him. They had been very close friends, but she hadn't attempted to make any contact with him or any of her other friends, for that matter, in years.
The two stood there in mute silence, they could hear the strains of a waltz playing in the upstairs ballroom from Kohlven Relmont's party and Helga's fist clenched at the thought of the irritating man.
"So...you wanna go get that cup of coffee?" Arnold asked, breaking the silence.
"Sure." Helga replied and started to head towards the door. The doorman opened the elegantly carved door and smiled to the both of them.
"Bon Soir, Mademoiselle Pataki." He said and turning his head to Arnold, "Monsieur."
"Merci, Henri." Replied Helga and Arnold only smiled in return.
"Do you come here often?" Arnold asked Helga as they stood in front of the covered drive.
"I've been here a couple times before." Helga said, looking at the drive, wondering why Arnold had stopped. "What are we waiting for?" She asked.
"Felan." Arnold replied.
"What?" Helga said, but before she could say anything else a shiny black limousine pulled up before them and the young Irish man got out and walked around to open the door for them.
"Evenin', miss." Said Felan as he tipped his hat to Helga. She stared at Arnold for a moment, then climbed inside.
"Thanks, Felan." Arnold said and climbed in after Helga. After Felan had clambered into the driver's seat, the window separating Arnold and Helga from the Irish wizard rolled down and Felan stuck his head through.
"Where ta, Arnold?" He asked with a smiled. Arnold didn't know of anywhere in Paris to have coffee and he looked at Helga who smiled and said.
"La Petite Café Rose."
Felan nodded, "Aye, I know whare the Lit'l Pink Café is." Then he rolled up the window and the limousine rolled away from the hotel and down the streets of Paris.
Part 6 is here for your reading pleasure. Tell me what you think & don't for get to enjoy!
Thanks & Bunches ~ Stargaziey
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! (Though it would be nice.)
Magic Remembered Part 6 ~ True Friends Can Hear You Anywhere
by: Stargaziey
Arnold stood in the lobby of the Le Joli Hôtel de Paris ten minutes later. He wanted to be just a little early, just in case Helga might show, then not seeing him, change her mind before it was too late.
He was wearing the same thing he wore when he arrived in Paris. His jeans, blue tee and his plaid red shirt tied around his waist. He usually wore it under a blue sweater, but it was too warm for that. It was his favorite outfit and had been for a long time. He wasn't really concerned about how he looked, as long as he was comfortable. Fortunately for him, Arnold looked handsome no matter what he wore.
A few minutes later, Helga arrived. She kept her hair in the same elegant coif she had styled it as for the party but had put on a pair of boot cut jeans, a light pink tee shirt and a pair of Nancy Spumoni Sneakers.
Arnold hadn't seen Helga, but she spotted him right away. 'Don't worry, Helga old girl, we're just gonna get a cup of coffee and then you never have to see him again. You can go back to your life and move on.' But even as Helga told herself this, she knew that she would never be able to move on.
Walking over to where he stood, Arnold felt her behind him and turned giving her his warm, half-lidded gaze; a small smile on his face. "Hello, Helga." He said, his smooth voice sending shivers down Helga's spine.
"Hi, Arnold." Helga replied, rubbing her arm. She wasn't sure what to say to him. They had been very close friends, but she hadn't attempted to make any contact with him or any of her other friends, for that matter, in years.
The two stood there in mute silence, they could hear the strains of a waltz playing in the upstairs ballroom from Kohlven Relmont's party and Helga's fist clenched at the thought of the irritating man.
"So...you wanna go get that cup of coffee?" Arnold asked, breaking the silence.
"Sure." Helga replied and started to head towards the door. The doorman opened the elegantly carved door and smiled to the both of them.
"Bon Soir, Mademoiselle Pataki." He said and turning his head to Arnold, "Monsieur."
"Merci, Henri." Replied Helga and Arnold only smiled in return.
"Do you come here often?" Arnold asked Helga as they stood in front of the covered drive.
"I've been here a couple times before." Helga said, looking at the drive, wondering why Arnold had stopped. "What are we waiting for?" She asked.
"Felan." Arnold replied.
"What?" Helga said, but before she could say anything else a shiny black limousine pulled up before them and the young Irish man got out and walked around to open the door for them.
"Evenin', miss." Said Felan as he tipped his hat to Helga. She stared at Arnold for a moment, then climbed inside.
"Thanks, Felan." Arnold said and climbed in after Helga. After Felan had clambered into the driver's seat, the window separating Arnold and Helga from the Irish wizard rolled down and Felan stuck his head through.
"Where ta, Arnold?" He asked with a smiled. Arnold didn't know of anywhere in Paris to have coffee and he looked at Helga who smiled and said.
"La Petite Café Rose."
Felan nodded, "Aye, I know whare the Lit'l Pink Café is." Then he rolled up the window and the limousine rolled away from the hotel and down the streets of Paris.