Alrighty then Everybody!
I know, I know...it has been over a year since I last posted on this story. But I just couldn't think of where to go...wrote myself into a corner, as they say. But here is a nice & shiny new chapter for you guys!
Thanks & Bunches!
Stargaziey
Magic Remembered Part 11 ~ Revelations by: Stargaziey
Arnold sat in his room later that night. True to his word, he had gone over the so-called conversation that he and Helga had earlier that night.
"I'm even more confused than before." He growled as he pushed himself off of his bed and headed out into the cool night. It was a little after 3am, but the night life around the hotel was still going strong. Soft, jazzy music wafted up from a nearby window and Arnold sat on the thick stone railing, resting his back against the hotel itself.
He took a deep breath of the sweet night air; allowing it to clear his befuddled mind. Arnold let his head fall back against the stone of the building and once again surrendered his mind to the memories that had been constantly overturning in his head for the last few hours.
"Just leave me alone, Arnold. I don't now why I let you back in my life."
"Look, Arnold, that part of my life is over."
"You didn't do anything, Arnold.that's just it. Fifteen years ago, I gave you an answer that explained everything and that dense football head of yours still didn't get it. I practically spelled it out for you, Arnold, and you still completely missed it! I have to forget about that entire part of my life, because everything about it reminds me of you. Phoebe, Hillwood, my passion for writing, everything is linked to you."
"Nothing. You did nothing, you Football Head!"
"Now, just leave me along, Arnold."
Arnold sighed. "I can't think of one reason why she would ever want to see me again." Getting up from his perch on the side railing, Arnold went to stand near the center of the balcony, where he could easily gaze at the beautifully lit Eiffel Tower.
"Fifteen years ago." Arnold thought aloud. "What happened fifteen years ago?" Arnold counted back.the 4th grade. "The only thing that happened was when Brenna O'Leigh showed up." His mind wandered to memories that, until recently, had been forgotten.
*FLASHBACK*
"Why did you do this?" Arnold asked.
Miss O'Leigh smiled, "Because...love will not wait."
With that Brenna O'Leigh picked up her black cat and, with a wave of her hand and shower of purple sparkles she was gone. The small grove of trees was gone and Helga and Arnold found themselves sitting on a park bench.
Arnold looked at Helga and asked, "Helga, what secret what she talking about?"
Helga took a deep breath. "The secret of who I've loved for a very long time." She said quietly.
"Who?" asked Arnold.
"You." Helga said in a barely audible whisper. Arnold didn't know what to say. He sat there on the bench, thinking of his memories of Helga. Of the few times when what she said could possibly be true.
"You're in love with me?" Arnold asked, not daring to believe. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asked. Helga looked away.
"I didn't know how you would react. You were so nice to me that first day of preschool, the first person who ever really noticed me. I didn't know what to do. So, I did the only thing I knew how to do: get mad." She confided.
He realized that for a long time, deep down, he had always liked Helga. Arnold sat up and looked at Helga. She wasn't looking at him; she was too scared to see his face. "Helga," He said, getting her to look at his face. "I love you, too."
*END FLASHBACK*
Arnold lowered his head as he slowly began to realize the full meaning of Helga's words. He did love Helga at the time, but it wasn't the kind of love that Helga felt. It had more of a brotherly love.he loved her because she was strong and determined. At least at the time he had.
Over the years Arnold had seen more and more of the sweet, sensitive side of Helga and fell in love with her. Helga had still been distant with everyone, but Arnold understood why. He had learned a valuable piece of information in understanding the very complex Helga G. Pataki.
Arnold realized a little too late what he had done. Helga had been in love with him, but he had dismissed it as being more fickle than what it truly was. Now, when he realized that he returned Helga's feelings, it was too late. Helga still thought that he didn't love her...at least not in that way.
"And that's why she doesn't want to see me. It's too painful.oh, geez. I gotta find her." Arnold ran inside and stood in the middle of the sitting room for a moment. "Okay, I don't know her room number, so.I'll call the front desk."
Picking up the receiver and pressing 0, a feminine voice answered. "Le Joli Hôtel de Paris."
"Yeah, hi, do you speak English?" Arnold asked quickly.
"Yes, monsieur." Came the reply.
"Great, I need the room number for Helga Pataki. It's urgent."
"I'm sorry, monsieur, but Mademoiselle Pataki is no longer staying at the hotel."
"What!? When did she leave?" Arnold asked, becoming frantic.
"I cannot tell you that information, monsieur, I'm sorry."
Arnold hung up the phone without another word. He started to pace around the room trying to think of what he could do. Brenna would know where she is, but he couldn't get a hold of Brenna, he didn't know how. She was usually there before the crisis began and she hadn't arrived yet.
"Felan!" Arnold called, "Felan I need your help!"
"Aye, laddie?" Felan replied. Arnold turned to find his Irish friend sitting comfortably in one of the overstuffed chairs, like he had been there for hours.
"Felan, I need to talk to Brenna. How can I find her?" Arnold asked walking over to where Felan sat.
"Well, yeh might start by turnin' around." Felan replied simply.
"Wha." Confused, Arnold spun around to find Brenna, sitting in the chair opposite of Felan, with her black cat and a curious look on her fair face. "I wish you two would stop doing that." Arnold said a little impatiently. He wasn't in the mood for these magical games.
"What is your trouble, Arnold?" Brenna asked, ignoring his remark.
"I can't find Helga. The lady at the front desk says she's checked out of the hotel. I really need to talk to her."
"So you understand, then?" Brenna asked. Arnold nodded. "Well you won't find her here, Arnold. I'm afraid she has returned home."
Arnold paled. "It could take days to find her in New York City." He said hopelessly.
"I never said she went to New York, Arnold." Brenna said.
"Then where is she." But as he asked, the answer dawned upon him. "She went to Hillwood? But why?"
"That is something that you'll have to ask her." Brenna replied simply. Arnold stood and ran into the bedroom, leaving Brenna and Felan to exchange glances and shrug.
Arnold returned only a few moments later wearing the same clothes that he had been yesterday.
"What are you going to do, Arnold?" Brenna asked, though she already knew the answer.
"I'm going to do what I should have done a long time ago." Arnold replied. "Are you still going to help me or not?" He asked, looking at the two.
"Lad, wild Leprechauns could ney stop us." Felan replied standing and clapping his hand on Arnold's back.
"Exactly!" Brenna replied and standing in turn. "We'll meet you in Hillwood at your place and go from there."
Arnold smiled and exhaled a deep breath, he just hoped that Helga would still forgive him.
I know, I know...it has been over a year since I last posted on this story. But I just couldn't think of where to go...wrote myself into a corner, as they say. But here is a nice & shiny new chapter for you guys!
Thanks & Bunches!
Stargaziey
Magic Remembered Part 11 ~ Revelations by: Stargaziey
Arnold sat in his room later that night. True to his word, he had gone over the so-called conversation that he and Helga had earlier that night.
"I'm even more confused than before." He growled as he pushed himself off of his bed and headed out into the cool night. It was a little after 3am, but the night life around the hotel was still going strong. Soft, jazzy music wafted up from a nearby window and Arnold sat on the thick stone railing, resting his back against the hotel itself.
He took a deep breath of the sweet night air; allowing it to clear his befuddled mind. Arnold let his head fall back against the stone of the building and once again surrendered his mind to the memories that had been constantly overturning in his head for the last few hours.
"Just leave me alone, Arnold. I don't now why I let you back in my life."
"Look, Arnold, that part of my life is over."
"You didn't do anything, Arnold.that's just it. Fifteen years ago, I gave you an answer that explained everything and that dense football head of yours still didn't get it. I practically spelled it out for you, Arnold, and you still completely missed it! I have to forget about that entire part of my life, because everything about it reminds me of you. Phoebe, Hillwood, my passion for writing, everything is linked to you."
"Nothing. You did nothing, you Football Head!"
"Now, just leave me along, Arnold."
Arnold sighed. "I can't think of one reason why she would ever want to see me again." Getting up from his perch on the side railing, Arnold went to stand near the center of the balcony, where he could easily gaze at the beautifully lit Eiffel Tower.
"Fifteen years ago." Arnold thought aloud. "What happened fifteen years ago?" Arnold counted back.the 4th grade. "The only thing that happened was when Brenna O'Leigh showed up." His mind wandered to memories that, until recently, had been forgotten.
*FLASHBACK*
"Why did you do this?" Arnold asked.
Miss O'Leigh smiled, "Because...love will not wait."
With that Brenna O'Leigh picked up her black cat and, with a wave of her hand and shower of purple sparkles she was gone. The small grove of trees was gone and Helga and Arnold found themselves sitting on a park bench.
Arnold looked at Helga and asked, "Helga, what secret what she talking about?"
Helga took a deep breath. "The secret of who I've loved for a very long time." She said quietly.
"Who?" asked Arnold.
"You." Helga said in a barely audible whisper. Arnold didn't know what to say. He sat there on the bench, thinking of his memories of Helga. Of the few times when what she said could possibly be true.
"You're in love with me?" Arnold asked, not daring to believe. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asked. Helga looked away.
"I didn't know how you would react. You were so nice to me that first day of preschool, the first person who ever really noticed me. I didn't know what to do. So, I did the only thing I knew how to do: get mad." She confided.
He realized that for a long time, deep down, he had always liked Helga. Arnold sat up and looked at Helga. She wasn't looking at him; she was too scared to see his face. "Helga," He said, getting her to look at his face. "I love you, too."
*END FLASHBACK*
Arnold lowered his head as he slowly began to realize the full meaning of Helga's words. He did love Helga at the time, but it wasn't the kind of love that Helga felt. It had more of a brotherly love.he loved her because she was strong and determined. At least at the time he had.
Over the years Arnold had seen more and more of the sweet, sensitive side of Helga and fell in love with her. Helga had still been distant with everyone, but Arnold understood why. He had learned a valuable piece of information in understanding the very complex Helga G. Pataki.
Arnold realized a little too late what he had done. Helga had been in love with him, but he had dismissed it as being more fickle than what it truly was. Now, when he realized that he returned Helga's feelings, it was too late. Helga still thought that he didn't love her...at least not in that way.
"And that's why she doesn't want to see me. It's too painful.oh, geez. I gotta find her." Arnold ran inside and stood in the middle of the sitting room for a moment. "Okay, I don't know her room number, so.I'll call the front desk."
Picking up the receiver and pressing 0, a feminine voice answered. "Le Joli Hôtel de Paris."
"Yeah, hi, do you speak English?" Arnold asked quickly.
"Yes, monsieur." Came the reply.
"Great, I need the room number for Helga Pataki. It's urgent."
"I'm sorry, monsieur, but Mademoiselle Pataki is no longer staying at the hotel."
"What!? When did she leave?" Arnold asked, becoming frantic.
"I cannot tell you that information, monsieur, I'm sorry."
Arnold hung up the phone without another word. He started to pace around the room trying to think of what he could do. Brenna would know where she is, but he couldn't get a hold of Brenna, he didn't know how. She was usually there before the crisis began and she hadn't arrived yet.
"Felan!" Arnold called, "Felan I need your help!"
"Aye, laddie?" Felan replied. Arnold turned to find his Irish friend sitting comfortably in one of the overstuffed chairs, like he had been there for hours.
"Felan, I need to talk to Brenna. How can I find her?" Arnold asked walking over to where Felan sat.
"Well, yeh might start by turnin' around." Felan replied simply.
"Wha." Confused, Arnold spun around to find Brenna, sitting in the chair opposite of Felan, with her black cat and a curious look on her fair face. "I wish you two would stop doing that." Arnold said a little impatiently. He wasn't in the mood for these magical games.
"What is your trouble, Arnold?" Brenna asked, ignoring his remark.
"I can't find Helga. The lady at the front desk says she's checked out of the hotel. I really need to talk to her."
"So you understand, then?" Brenna asked. Arnold nodded. "Well you won't find her here, Arnold. I'm afraid she has returned home."
Arnold paled. "It could take days to find her in New York City." He said hopelessly.
"I never said she went to New York, Arnold." Brenna said.
"Then where is she." But as he asked, the answer dawned upon him. "She went to Hillwood? But why?"
"That is something that you'll have to ask her." Brenna replied simply. Arnold stood and ran into the bedroom, leaving Brenna and Felan to exchange glances and shrug.
Arnold returned only a few moments later wearing the same clothes that he had been yesterday.
"What are you going to do, Arnold?" Brenna asked, though she already knew the answer.
"I'm going to do what I should have done a long time ago." Arnold replied. "Are you still going to help me or not?" He asked, looking at the two.
"Lad, wild Leprechauns could ney stop us." Felan replied standing and clapping his hand on Arnold's back.
"Exactly!" Brenna replied and standing in turn. "We'll meet you in Hillwood at your place and go from there."
Arnold smiled and exhaled a deep breath, he just hoped that Helga would still forgive him.