Alrighty then Everybody!
I made a few changes in some of the other chapters when I uploaded this one. You might have noticed that I was calling their hometown Seattle, well that's because I didn't know the name of their hometown. Most of us don't. Infact, it's never been said on the show. Well there is definite reason to believe that it's Hillwood. So I went back through the chapters and changed Seattle to Hillwood. Please don't hurt me, I know that is bad, but I like to keep things as they are on the show *sort of* and I hope this doesn't confuse any of you. Just remember that this story is a work in progress. And don't forget…ENJOY!
Thanks & Bunches ~ Stargaziey
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! (Though it would be nice.)
Magic Remembered Part 8 ~ Hasty Decisions
by: Stargaziey
Arnold sat on the bench for a few moments coming to a conclusion. He had to leave Paris. There was no use for him to stay. Helga had made it perfectly clear that she did not want to ever have anything to do with him again.
"Arnold, lad, are yeh alrigh'?" Felan asked as he appeared next to his and friend.
"I've really done it this time, Felan." Arnold sighed. "Helga never wants to see me or any of her old friends again and it's all my fault. And I don't even know what I did...or what I didn't do, according to Helga. I knew this whole trip was a bad idea."
"Nay, laddie. I'll bet yeh ev'ry sous in this 'ole ci'y tha' yeh're Helga still cares abou' yeh." Said Felan. Arnold scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"I'll give Helga one thing: she hasn't changed a bit since I first met her. The only thing I don't understand is why she doesn't even want to speak to Phoebe. I mean, she's her best friend and has been for as long as I can remember." Arnold said, standing and starting to head towards the limousine Felan had parked around the corner.
Felan followed and when they reached the limousine he carefully scrutinized Arnold's condition, then asked: "Right, Arnold, wha' are yeh goin' ta do abou' yeh're friend?"
Arnold looked at his reflection in the tinted window of the limousine. "I'll tell you what I'm going to do, Felan: I'm going home. I'm going back to Hillwood." After he said this, Arnold climbed into the limo.
Felan shrugged his shoulders and went to driver's seat. Neither one said anything until Felan pulled up in front of the hotel.
"Thanks, Felan." Arnold said, letting himself out of the limo.
"G'nigh', lad." Felan replied, then drove away. Brenna appeared next to Felan as he kept driving down the streets of Paris.
"He's given up, hasn't he." Brenna said, her royal purple cloak enveloping her and her cat.
Felan nodded his raven-haired head, "Aye, 'e 'as." Brenna sighed.
"Perhaps I'll pay a visit to Helga again." Said Brenna and once again faded into oblivion.
"I sure 'ope yeh know wha' yeh're doin', Brenna, me dearie." Felan said to himself as he continued driving down the streets of Paris.
In his room, Arnold began packing his bags. He had the round ticket that Brenna had given him and he was going to go to the airport in the hopes that he could get the date to leave advanced.
"If you honestly think that Helga Pataki never wants to see you again, then you are more dense than I thought." Arnold turned at the feminine Irish laced voice. He had enough of Brenna's schemes.
"First Helga, now you!" He cried. "Why does everyone keep saying that I'm dense. I haven't done anything wrong. In fact I haven't done anything at all according to Helga and I'm still waiting for an explanation of why." Arnold stomped in to the bathroom and began grabbing his toiletries.
"Arnold, didn't you listen to a thing that Helga said tonight?" Brenna asked him calmly. Sitting herself in a chair. Letting her cat jump from her arms and leap onto the bed and into Arnold's open suitcase.
"Of course. I just told you she called me dense." Arnold called from the bathroom.
"Right, did you listen to anything else. If I heard correctly, she explained everything quite perfectly." Brenna replied.
"Either I'm not dense or you must not have heard correctly, because Helga told me that she never wants to see me again...SHOO!" Brenna's cat jumped from Arnold's suitcase as he threw his toothbrush and such into the opened luggage.
"Jerk." Came a slight whisper.
"Terquoise!" Brenna said as the cat jumped into her arms.
Arnold stared at the irritated feline and asked, "Did that cat just call me a jerk?"
Brenna ignored his question and setting her cat around her shoulders she went over to Arnold. "Arnold, I want you to think about the...conversation that you and Helga had tonight. If you still can't see any reason why she would ever want to see you again by tomorrow morning, then I'll get you on the next flight out of here and I'll never bother you again."
Arnold gazed at her emerald eyes and still wondered why she was so determined to see he and Helga together. "Alright, I'll do it." He said.
Brenna smiled and faded from the room.
"I wish she'd stop doing that." Arnold said as he grabbed his toothbrush from the suitcase and went to get ready for bed.
I made a few changes in some of the other chapters when I uploaded this one. You might have noticed that I was calling their hometown Seattle, well that's because I didn't know the name of their hometown. Most of us don't. Infact, it's never been said on the show. Well there is definite reason to believe that it's Hillwood. So I went back through the chapters and changed Seattle to Hillwood. Please don't hurt me, I know that is bad, but I like to keep things as they are on the show *sort of* and I hope this doesn't confuse any of you. Just remember that this story is a work in progress. And don't forget…ENJOY!
Thanks & Bunches ~ Stargaziey
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! (Though it would be nice.)
Magic Remembered Part 8 ~ Hasty Decisions
by: Stargaziey
Arnold sat on the bench for a few moments coming to a conclusion. He had to leave Paris. There was no use for him to stay. Helga had made it perfectly clear that she did not want to ever have anything to do with him again.
"Arnold, lad, are yeh alrigh'?" Felan asked as he appeared next to his and friend.
"I've really done it this time, Felan." Arnold sighed. "Helga never wants to see me or any of her old friends again and it's all my fault. And I don't even know what I did...or what I didn't do, according to Helga. I knew this whole trip was a bad idea."
"Nay, laddie. I'll bet yeh ev'ry sous in this 'ole ci'y tha' yeh're Helga still cares abou' yeh." Said Felan. Arnold scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"I'll give Helga one thing: she hasn't changed a bit since I first met her. The only thing I don't understand is why she doesn't even want to speak to Phoebe. I mean, she's her best friend and has been for as long as I can remember." Arnold said, standing and starting to head towards the limousine Felan had parked around the corner.
Felan followed and when they reached the limousine he carefully scrutinized Arnold's condition, then asked: "Right, Arnold, wha' are yeh goin' ta do abou' yeh're friend?"
Arnold looked at his reflection in the tinted window of the limousine. "I'll tell you what I'm going to do, Felan: I'm going home. I'm going back to Hillwood." After he said this, Arnold climbed into the limo.
Felan shrugged his shoulders and went to driver's seat. Neither one said anything until Felan pulled up in front of the hotel.
"Thanks, Felan." Arnold said, letting himself out of the limo.
"G'nigh', lad." Felan replied, then drove away. Brenna appeared next to Felan as he kept driving down the streets of Paris.
"He's given up, hasn't he." Brenna said, her royal purple cloak enveloping her and her cat.
Felan nodded his raven-haired head, "Aye, 'e 'as." Brenna sighed.
"Perhaps I'll pay a visit to Helga again." Said Brenna and once again faded into oblivion.
"I sure 'ope yeh know wha' yeh're doin', Brenna, me dearie." Felan said to himself as he continued driving down the streets of Paris.
In his room, Arnold began packing his bags. He had the round ticket that Brenna had given him and he was going to go to the airport in the hopes that he could get the date to leave advanced.
"If you honestly think that Helga Pataki never wants to see you again, then you are more dense than I thought." Arnold turned at the feminine Irish laced voice. He had enough of Brenna's schemes.
"First Helga, now you!" He cried. "Why does everyone keep saying that I'm dense. I haven't done anything wrong. In fact I haven't done anything at all according to Helga and I'm still waiting for an explanation of why." Arnold stomped in to the bathroom and began grabbing his toiletries.
"Arnold, didn't you listen to a thing that Helga said tonight?" Brenna asked him calmly. Sitting herself in a chair. Letting her cat jump from her arms and leap onto the bed and into Arnold's open suitcase.
"Of course. I just told you she called me dense." Arnold called from the bathroom.
"Right, did you listen to anything else. If I heard correctly, she explained everything quite perfectly." Brenna replied.
"Either I'm not dense or you must not have heard correctly, because Helga told me that she never wants to see me again...SHOO!" Brenna's cat jumped from Arnold's suitcase as he threw his toothbrush and such into the opened luggage.
"Jerk." Came a slight whisper.
"Terquoise!" Brenna said as the cat jumped into her arms.
Arnold stared at the irritated feline and asked, "Did that cat just call me a jerk?"
Brenna ignored his question and setting her cat around her shoulders she went over to Arnold. "Arnold, I want you to think about the...conversation that you and Helga had tonight. If you still can't see any reason why she would ever want to see you again by tomorrow morning, then I'll get you on the next flight out of here and I'll never bother you again."
Arnold gazed at her emerald eyes and still wondered why she was so determined to see he and Helga together. "Alright, I'll do it." He said.
Brenna smiled and faded from the room.
"I wish she'd stop doing that." Arnold said as he grabbed his toothbrush from the suitcase and went to get ready for bed.