Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hey Arnold...(although *sigh* I wish I did...)
It's owned by Nickelodean, and Snee Oosh :)
AN: I know I should be writing more chapters to 'Broken Dust' and 'Grandma' But I had a surge of different inspiration. Please be patient, as I am also trying to write some more chapters to the other two. Thanks :)
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I awoke with Arnold shaking my shoulder's and sounding my name over and over. Had I fainted? It all came back to me, and I sat up, slightly confused, and shook my head to get the fuzziness out of my eyes.
"Arnold?" I asked, trying to make sure that his football-shaped head that shone through my blurred vision was accualy him.
"Finnaly! I had to shake you for about three minutes before you finally woke up! What happened?" He asked, curiousity in his voice.
"I think I fainted..." I responded, trying to hide the words with mumbling, but nonetheless, he heard it. He gave me a strange look, and decided to help me up off of the ground.
"Helga, you've been drinking enough water, haven't you?" A concerned Arnold asked.
"Would it matter, Arnold? I mean, if were gunna die in 4 days, I mean, cum'on..." I said a little too quickly. Man, and I never even thought alot about that quote that said 'Think before you act.' Great, NOW we were on the topic of the end of the world. This is JUST peachy.
Arnold frowned at this, and diverted his eyes to the side of me, with a sad look on his face. Ok...now what do I do? I sighed loudly and said, "Let's just do this project..." I heard him sigh, also and he nodded in response.
We both sat on my bed, which I thought was very cushiony and comfortable. Arnold looked like he was just as comfortable as I was, and we both got out a sheet of paper out of our back-packs. I also got out my math book so I could write better on the paper (which had the shape of Arnold in it, but it wasn't like I was about to open it or anything...). Arnold didn't have anything to put his paper on, so I quickly got out my English book also, and offered it to him.
"Thanks..." I heard him reply, kind of shakingly. I wonder, maybe he is just surprised I offered it to him? Oh well, it isn't a biggie, I guess. I shrugged my shoulders, and said, "No problem."
"Now, um, what do you think about...about your family?" Arnold asked, looking up at me waiting for me to respond.
Now, how would I tell him this? 'Letsee Arnold, their a bunch of wackos that only care about finances, smoothies, and baby sisters...' No, that wouldn't look very good on his report. Ah, I know!
"My dad, now what about him? He has a very good job in the beeper industry, my mom COULD be successful, but she chooses to be a mother figure," I said. Haha, mother figure? Ok, so MAYBE I was making a little of this up...only a little. "and my older sister, Olga, she is destined to become very very successful in her life. She is also very lovable and kind." Loveable and kind? Ok, well, ya, she was. Only a little bit too much...No, no, a LOT too much.
Arnold looked satisfied with my response, so I know I did the right thing when I answered him instead of going with the first thing I thought up. "What about you? What do you think of the boarders?" I asked, impatient. Now this was just getting plain boring.
Arnold looked thoughtful, and then started to speak, saying, "Well, their ok, I guess. My grandpa and grandma are very supportive, and help me alot with my problems. The boarders, though, they can get really irratating and argumentive, but they can be helpful sometimes."
As I was stooped down writing, I asked, "Um, Arnold, how do you spell argumentive?" I asked, a little foolishly.
"Ok, it's spelled a-r-g-u-m-e-n-t-i-v-e." He recited slowly. I ended my last sentence with a period, and then looked up at him. He was smiling slightly, though I didn't know why.
"Ok, Helga. My turn. Is there any 'special-someone' in your life right now?" He asked. Wait....what does he mean by that? My face went blank.
"Heh heh, of COURSE not, Arnoldo...I m-mean, why would I?" I asked, shakingly. He raised an eyebrow, obviously not amused, looked down to the floor, and back up. I also looked at the spot he had looked at, and back up. Then, quickly, as if I had seen a snake there, and not noticed it the first time, I looked back at the spot, and my eyes widened. There, in the middle of the floor was...was my...
My locket.
Oh holy crap, how did that get there?! Oooooo.....I know. It must have slipped out of my front pocket of my dress when I had fainted. Crap. Ok, what can I do now?! I can't just confess. The evidence was right in his FACE, though! Great...JUST....great.
"Helga, why is there a picture of me in a locket in your room?" He asked....then, as if a sudden idea hit him, he responded, "It all fits. Oh my god. So THAT'S how the locket disapeared from the basement! That's how the lights went out! I always knew it couldn't have been Abner!" Arnold said, quickly, with a look of pure genious on his face. My face, however, was plastered with a look of fear and trying-denial. Of course, the denial was slowly fading from my face as the puzzle was fitting together in his mind.
"Helga...Were you Ceciel?" Arnold asked. This question, out of the whole load, is probable the hardest to answer. Instead, I slid slowly off my bed, a shocked stricken expression on my face, and crawled over to where the locket was. I picked it up, and with a frown looked longily at it.I then sat indian style, and sat staring at it. Then the fact hit me again. In four days, this whole deal with Arnold, Pheobe, Mr. Simmons, Big Bob, Marrium, Olga, and all the rest of the gang....we all won't be here. We'd be up in the great place with God, singing happy tunes with the Angels. I wouldn't get to grow up....wouldn't get to have children...wouldn't get to marry Arnold (After all, were destined, atleast thats what I think.)...and wouldn't get to share that kiss that is filled with pure love instead of a small girl's lust and a boy's pretendance of a play. A tear rolled down my cheek, and another, and another. I wasn't sobbing...just plain, endless tears. Endless thoughts of pain, and discontinuance. I couldn't stand it. Why, why now are we only 11 years old? Why can't we be in our late 60's, about to go to the heavenly abyss anyway, and have already shared our first, pure-loved kiss? I sat there, indian style, while the tears rolled continually down my face, stricken with a look of pain.
Arnold looked away, and mumbled, "I'm sorry." He hadn't ment to make her cry. It was just, it had all come together in his mind. Everything about her teasing, her pranks and pulls, and her advice when he was in a crises. It all fit. When he tried to ask, though, she started to cry. Arnold felt extremely guilty about whatever he had done.
I sniffed, and picked up the locket. I looked at it the whole time as I took the three steps back up onto my bed. I broke my stare from the locket, and looked up at Arnold. My face was stained with tears, but I didn't care. He needed to know this. Arnold broke his stare from out the window, and looked back at me into my eyes. I looked back down to the locket, and back up to his face. I had to.
I lifted up my hand, with the locket in it, held out his hand, and slid it into it. I then put one of my hands below that one, and my other above his hand. I knew this was probably the simplest way I could tell him of my love. I couldn't keep it in me anymore. With the fact of the end of the world also weighing down on my conciounce, I had to get this off.
Finally, I decided to speak the words I had always recited behind the trashcans, the dumbsters, and the moving crates.
"Arnold...I-I...I love you." I said, looking away from him. I finally told him. Out of ALL the times, I had finally told him how I really felt about him. I sighed loudly, and hugged myself with my arms. The sudden nervousness of everything has probably made me go cold in the bones, or something. Too bad it really didn't matter since we weren't able to grow up, anyway.
"Helga...." Arnold started. I turned around, and waited for him to finish what he was about to say.
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Hahahaha!!! (Evil grin) Cliffhanger :D So, is it good? Is it? Is it?! Pweez leave reviews! Thank you :)
AN: I know I should be writing more chapters to 'Broken Dust' and 'Grandma' But I had a surge of different inspiration. Please be patient, as I am also trying to write some more chapters to the other two. Thanks :)
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I awoke with Arnold shaking my shoulder's and sounding my name over and over. Had I fainted? It all came back to me, and I sat up, slightly confused, and shook my head to get the fuzziness out of my eyes.
"Arnold?" I asked, trying to make sure that his football-shaped head that shone through my blurred vision was accualy him.
"Finnaly! I had to shake you for about three minutes before you finally woke up! What happened?" He asked, curiousity in his voice.
"I think I fainted..." I responded, trying to hide the words with mumbling, but nonetheless, he heard it. He gave me a strange look, and decided to help me up off of the ground.
"Helga, you've been drinking enough water, haven't you?" A concerned Arnold asked.
"Would it matter, Arnold? I mean, if were gunna die in 4 days, I mean, cum'on..." I said a little too quickly. Man, and I never even thought alot about that quote that said 'Think before you act.' Great, NOW we were on the topic of the end of the world. This is JUST peachy.
Arnold frowned at this, and diverted his eyes to the side of me, with a sad look on his face. Ok...now what do I do? I sighed loudly and said, "Let's just do this project..." I heard him sigh, also and he nodded in response.
We both sat on my bed, which I thought was very cushiony and comfortable. Arnold looked like he was just as comfortable as I was, and we both got out a sheet of paper out of our back-packs. I also got out my math book so I could write better on the paper (which had the shape of Arnold in it, but it wasn't like I was about to open it or anything...). Arnold didn't have anything to put his paper on, so I quickly got out my English book also, and offered it to him.
"Thanks..." I heard him reply, kind of shakingly. I wonder, maybe he is just surprised I offered it to him? Oh well, it isn't a biggie, I guess. I shrugged my shoulders, and said, "No problem."
"Now, um, what do you think about...about your family?" Arnold asked, looking up at me waiting for me to respond.
Now, how would I tell him this? 'Letsee Arnold, their a bunch of wackos that only care about finances, smoothies, and baby sisters...' No, that wouldn't look very good on his report. Ah, I know!
"My dad, now what about him? He has a very good job in the beeper industry, my mom COULD be successful, but she chooses to be a mother figure," I said. Haha, mother figure? Ok, so MAYBE I was making a little of this up...only a little. "and my older sister, Olga, she is destined to become very very successful in her life. She is also very lovable and kind." Loveable and kind? Ok, well, ya, she was. Only a little bit too much...No, no, a LOT too much.
Arnold looked satisfied with my response, so I know I did the right thing when I answered him instead of going with the first thing I thought up. "What about you? What do you think of the boarders?" I asked, impatient. Now this was just getting plain boring.
Arnold looked thoughtful, and then started to speak, saying, "Well, their ok, I guess. My grandpa and grandma are very supportive, and help me alot with my problems. The boarders, though, they can get really irratating and argumentive, but they can be helpful sometimes."
As I was stooped down writing, I asked, "Um, Arnold, how do you spell argumentive?" I asked, a little foolishly.
"Ok, it's spelled a-r-g-u-m-e-n-t-i-v-e." He recited slowly. I ended my last sentence with a period, and then looked up at him. He was smiling slightly, though I didn't know why.
"Ok, Helga. My turn. Is there any 'special-someone' in your life right now?" He asked. Wait....what does he mean by that? My face went blank.
"Heh heh, of COURSE not, Arnoldo...I m-mean, why would I?" I asked, shakingly. He raised an eyebrow, obviously not amused, looked down to the floor, and back up. I also looked at the spot he had looked at, and back up. Then, quickly, as if I had seen a snake there, and not noticed it the first time, I looked back at the spot, and my eyes widened. There, in the middle of the floor was...was my...
My locket.
Oh holy crap, how did that get there?! Oooooo.....I know. It must have slipped out of my front pocket of my dress when I had fainted. Crap. Ok, what can I do now?! I can't just confess. The evidence was right in his FACE, though! Great...JUST....great.
"Helga, why is there a picture of me in a locket in your room?" He asked....then, as if a sudden idea hit him, he responded, "It all fits. Oh my god. So THAT'S how the locket disapeared from the basement! That's how the lights went out! I always knew it couldn't have been Abner!" Arnold said, quickly, with a look of pure genious on his face. My face, however, was plastered with a look of fear and trying-denial. Of course, the denial was slowly fading from my face as the puzzle was fitting together in his mind.
"Helga...Were you Ceciel?" Arnold asked. This question, out of the whole load, is probable the hardest to answer. Instead, I slid slowly off my bed, a shocked stricken expression on my face, and crawled over to where the locket was. I picked it up, and with a frown looked longily at it.I then sat indian style, and sat staring at it. Then the fact hit me again. In four days, this whole deal with Arnold, Pheobe, Mr. Simmons, Big Bob, Marrium, Olga, and all the rest of the gang....we all won't be here. We'd be up in the great place with God, singing happy tunes with the Angels. I wouldn't get to grow up....wouldn't get to have children...wouldn't get to marry Arnold (After all, were destined, atleast thats what I think.)...and wouldn't get to share that kiss that is filled with pure love instead of a small girl's lust and a boy's pretendance of a play. A tear rolled down my cheek, and another, and another. I wasn't sobbing...just plain, endless tears. Endless thoughts of pain, and discontinuance. I couldn't stand it. Why, why now are we only 11 years old? Why can't we be in our late 60's, about to go to the heavenly abyss anyway, and have already shared our first, pure-loved kiss? I sat there, indian style, while the tears rolled continually down my face, stricken with a look of pain.
Arnold looked away, and mumbled, "I'm sorry." He hadn't ment to make her cry. It was just, it had all come together in his mind. Everything about her teasing, her pranks and pulls, and her advice when he was in a crises. It all fit. When he tried to ask, though, she started to cry. Arnold felt extremely guilty about whatever he had done.
I sniffed, and picked up the locket. I looked at it the whole time as I took the three steps back up onto my bed. I broke my stare from the locket, and looked up at Arnold. My face was stained with tears, but I didn't care. He needed to know this. Arnold broke his stare from out the window, and looked back at me into my eyes. I looked back down to the locket, and back up to his face. I had to.
I lifted up my hand, with the locket in it, held out his hand, and slid it into it. I then put one of my hands below that one, and my other above his hand. I knew this was probably the simplest way I could tell him of my love. I couldn't keep it in me anymore. With the fact of the end of the world also weighing down on my conciounce, I had to get this off.
Finally, I decided to speak the words I had always recited behind the trashcans, the dumbsters, and the moving crates.
"Arnold...I-I...I love you." I said, looking away from him. I finally told him. Out of ALL the times, I had finally told him how I really felt about him. I sighed loudly, and hugged myself with my arms. The sudden nervousness of everything has probably made me go cold in the bones, or something. Too bad it really didn't matter since we weren't able to grow up, anyway.
"Helga...." Arnold started. I turned around, and waited for him to finish what he was about to say.
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Hahahaha!!! (Evil grin) Cliffhanger :D So, is it good? Is it? Is it?! Pweez leave reviews! Thank you :)