Author: Yama_Neko

Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold. I do, however, own this story. So Naah!

Rating: PG-13

Part: 5 of 5

Summary: More angst. Ha ha.

Distribution: Ask and ye shall receive. Just e-mail me first to let me know.

Author's note: Wow. This is taking me a REALLY long time, because FF.net won't let me sign on so I can upload this stinkin' story! :(

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~Arnold's Misfortunate /Or/ Arnold's Lucky Day~

Chapter 5

It was a few days after Helga and Arnold's "argument," and they weren't speaking to each other. Or it should be put that, Helga wasn't speaking to Arnold and Arnold got fed up with trying to apologize to Helga, even though all he did was tell her he loved her.

"Why is she doing this, and why do we have to help," asked an annoyed Phoebe.

"We finally find out that he loves her, we've known that she loves him, but Helga doesn't want to acknowledge or admit it."

"Helga loves him? Man! Our friends have some serious issues. Hey! Maybe we can lock them into the attic together for a couple of days? So they can work out their problems," Gerald suggested.

"No, Helga would be angry with us, Arnold wouldn't talk to us and I'm to tired to fight. So lets just finish this. Lift," she instructed.

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Helga wanted back everything that she ever gave or lent to Arnold. Gerald and Phoebe were helping her move her things. Unfortunately, what they didn't know was that Helga had given Arnold a lot of things over the years. Like boxes ... of hats, clothes, and other miscellaneous items.

"Helga," Phoebe whimpered, tired from lugging the boxes, "can't we finish this tomorrow. I promised to eat dinner with my family tonight."

"Really? Oh I'm sorry. We can stop for today. Thanks for helping Phoebes, Gerald." She made a point not to thank Arnold.

"Is that all Helga," Arnold asked snidely. "Do you want the clothes of my back while you're at it?"

*That would be a very appealing image...*

"No Arnold," she replied with contempt. "That's ok. I could go without seeing that horrible image."

"You didn't think it was so horrible a couple of days ago."

"Well that was your mouth not your back."

"Which you liked just as much," Arnold shot back.

Gerald and Phoebe looked up at the same time to see Helga's flushed face and Arnold's angry one.

"Something more than an argument happened between them," Gerald whispered to Phoebe.

"Yea," she breathed, "Lets separate them before something bad happens."

"Come on Helga, let's just forget about it."

"No. We're going to finish this now," Arnold stated.

"Finish what, football head?"

"Grow up Helga. Phoebe. Gerald. You two can be our witnesses. I told Helga that I love her, but she refuses to believe me. However, I believe that she returns my feelings. So, I'm gonna conduct a little experiment." He turned towards Helga.

He moved so quickly because the next thing she knew, she was against the wall and Arnold's mouth was mashed against hers. A thick heat grew between her legs and her blood rushed threw her veins. She let a small groan escaped her mouth as he gently nipped her lower lip and pulled back.

"Why did you do that," she asked breathlessly.

"You wanted me to prove that I love you, because apparently, words mean nothing to you. Only actions. So I acted."

"And you think one little kiss is going to change everything?"

"Yes."

"Arrogant jerk!"

"However much you want to deny it, your reaction proved my point."

Helga gasped for air. *So much for waiting!* She didn't know what to say, so she reacted and slapped him.

"Go to hell Arnold!"

And with that she stomped out of the room.

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Arnold was furious.

How dare she slap him! *I know I said I'd wait, but now I'm not dropping this issue. Helga needs to get over herself and see what or rather who is right in front of her.*

And with that thought, Arnold trudged out of the room to find Helga.

"Wow!" Gerald breathed. "And I thought Arnold look scary when he went through his karate phase!"

"What are we going to do Gerald," She turned and looked at him. "We can't leave them alone together. They may kill each other!"

"Chill Phoebe, they'll be fine. I'm sure of it. Did you see how determined Arnold was?"

"Yeah. But did you see how angry he looked? He was scary!"

"Let's just wait. I'm sure that they will work it out," He reassured her.

"By waiting you mean spying right?"

"Of course." They both grinned and ran out of the room.

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*Wow. I never knew my hand could shake so fast. I can't believe that I slapped Arnold. And I can't believe he would treat me like that. I don't believe him. He could never love me. I won't be another on of his conquests. I won't.*

"I won't."

"You won't what? Admit the truth," he asked. His tone was harsh and she knew she crossed a line.

"What truth Arnold? That your a pond sucking, no good, piece of.."

"Hold up? I'm a pond sucking, no good, piece of what? Crap? I -"

"Crap wasn't the word I was going to use dear," she interrupted.

"I," he continued, eyebrows furrowed. "Haven't done anything that would warrant you slapping me Helga."

"Then what would you call kissing me against my will."

"You kissed back," he accused.

"Whatever football head. What happened to waiting?"

"Stop dodging me Helga. I told you I would wait, and I will. I shouldn't have kissed you like that. I'm sorry. But I'm not lying. I do love you, and I will wait as long as I have to for you to realize that."

The irritation left his body and he turned and walked out of the room with his shoulders hanging.

*My dreams have come true! He finally tells me he loves me after all these years, and I throw it back in his face. I want to believe him, but I don't want it to be a misguided crush on his part. What should I do?* She sighed, then made the impulsive decision of going after him.

"Don't walk out on me Arnold," she said.

"Damn it Helga! Then tell me now! What do you want from me?" he yelled, his anger building again.

"I want you to love me," she said softly as she walked towards him.

"You are the most...what," he asked, his face clearly showing his bewilderment.

"I want you to love me," she repeated, stopping right in front of him.

"Helga. Stop playing with me. I've already told you that I do."

"I'm not playing with you. I love you," she stated.

"You think or you know," he threw her words back in her face.

"I know."

"For how long?"

"Since kindergarten," she replied meekly.

"That long? How -," he didn't get to finish his question because she grabbed his face and kissed him.

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Authors Note: So. What's you think? You like? Happy I finally finished the story? A huge thank you to everyone who supported me and my story. I appreciate it so much! ::hug:: Though I think I used too much dialogue in a couple of the chapters. I'm working on another story that is more descriptive and uses little dialogue. SO be sure to read it whenever I get the chance to post it. :) It's also good practice for my essays. (We're not supposed to use dialogue.) Laters!