A/N: Hey it's me again, DKC!! Wow, so...it's the WEEKEND!!! Yaya!!! I am
SO happy!! No more hmwk, and I can write to my content ALL DAY!!! :)))))
We're holding a surprise b-day party for our friend on Saturday, YAYY! These are all the reviews I got for now..
matchmake-t: hey! Wasuup?? Yay! U like it, you really like it!! *smiles* heehee..oh well pheobe's comin' up, dun worry!! There'll be some G/P (Gerald, pheebs) in here too, so continue reading and REVIEWING!!! :)))
WAIT, HERE IS THE DISCLAIMER!!!!
Yargh!! What is it with me, and forgetting to put up disclaimers?? Neways, just so ya know, I'm not Craig Bartlett, or Nickelodeon. I'd wanna be, but sadly, I'm not.
So that's about it for this DISCLAIMER thing, and it LASTS throughout the WHOLE story, KAY!!
THE DISCLAIMER is HERE!!!
end of AN!!! Now ON with the story!
Fortune and fame
Helga woke up slowly, and immediately checked if her locket was still in her clothes. She sighed slightly in contentment as her fingers found the smooth metal frame. She snuggled deeper into soft pillows; she was in heaven. The whole room smelt faintly of strawberries, and a grin flitted across Helga's face.
For once, Nora was silent, and Helga slowly opened her eyes, and then sat up, bewildered. Whose room was she in? Her startled eyes glanced around quickly, and fell on a particular portrait above the fireplace.
A picture of a blond haired boy with a football shaped head.
"Arnold." Helga whispered slightly, and lay back down on the bed. She snuggled deeper into the warm and fuzzy blankets and pillows. Finally Helga lazily opened her eyes when there was a knock at the door. She disentangled herself from her blankets quickly, suddenly thinking it was Nora.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," she hollered towards the door. She yanked the poor door almost off its hinges, and suddenly found herself face to face with Arnold. Helga blushed slightly, just seeing his face made her giddy. Suddenly she snapped back to reality at the sound of his voice.
"Miss...may I know you name??" He asked curiously, his green eyes sparkling innocently at her. Helga smiled. Arnold might have grown lengthwise, but inside he was still the same naïve little helpful boy. Helga wanted to tell him everything, wanted him to look at her in remembrance, even remember her as the bully who teased him all the time. Helga placed a hand lightly to her head, and wobbled a bit on her legs.
No, she decided, she wouldn't tell him. If he had forgotten her, then it was up to him to remember her. She couldn't push him.
Arnold led her into the large and spacious living room adjoining his bedroom, supporting her with one of his arms. Helga looked up at Arnold, and just studied him for a while. He was so handsome, grown into a beautiful man. His face was clean shaven, and he wore his clothes with elegance and grace. It took her a while to register the fact that Arnold was looking at her strangely. She suddenly remembered his previous question.
"I'm..." she started, but faltered at the trust in his eyes, "...Cecile Mariouet.." She concluded slowly, then mentally slapped herself. That was the name of his French exchange penpal who she had impersonated! She bit her lip slightly, and to hide her insecurity, suddenly scowled at the young man in front of her. "Why do you wanna know?" She asked gruffly.
Slow down there, Helga old girl, you can't let him know who you are! Surprisingly Arnold's smile didn't waver. He held out one hand to Helga congenially.
"I'm Arnold-" Suddenly the phone rang, and Helga could see Arnold jump slightly. "Hold on a second.." With a parting smile, he headed towards a sleek dark blue portable on his bedside table. He talked quietly for a minute, slightly creasing his forehead.
'yes.' Helga heard snippets of the conversation. 'yes..but Antonio..ok..yeah...by Friday, sure, fine..." Helga heard the phone click as Arnold hung up, and started whistling to hide the guilty expression on her face.
"So, where were we?" He asked her when he approached. Then he smiled his trademark half-grin. (not that huge one where he shows all his teeth, tho, lols) "I remember now. So Cecile, do you want me to drive you back home?" Helga looked sideways at Arnold, chewing at her lip. She started to accept, but suddenly stopped.
Get a Hold of YOUrself, Helga! You don't want him to know you're living as a servant in your own house, do you? Helga sighed, and declined Arnold's invitation.
"No thank you...Arnold." She answered, "I can walk on my own." The blond young man nodded.
"Sure thing, Cecile."
Arnold led her down two flights of stairs, and to the front door. The sun was shining with abandon, and its rays glinted off Arnold's angelic cornflower hair. Helga lightly stepped outside.
"Oh, and Cecile?" Arnold said, touching her shoulder to stop her. Helga slightly inclined her head to show she heard him, her heartbeat slightly rising.
"Yeah?" Arnold smiled warmly at the girl he had just met.
"I'm hosting a party in the ballroom of this place. I just moved here...so I thought I'd get to know some new faces." He hesitated slightly, and Helga turned around, hands on her hips.
"Well?" she prodded, although inwardly she was praying he was going to ask her to go to his party.
"Well...would you want to come?" Helga's prayers were answered, and an uncontrollable smile burst from her mouth. She lowered her head slightly so the football head wouldn't see her grin. She paused, pretending to think about it.
"Maybe..." She said gruffly.
Arnold smiled his big mouthed grin, and opened the door for Helga. "It's on December the 28th, if you wanna know." He hit his head with the back of his hand. "Oh I almost forgot!" He ran back into his room, and came out with a piece of red paper in his hand. "Here's the invitation!" he said cheerily.
Helga accepted the invitation with a blush. Just being so close to him made her swoon. Her mind was overfilling with lines in prose, and jumbles of poems declaring her love for Arnold interlacing in her mind. Her legs felt weak, and she gave Arnold a goofy grin.
"Thanks a lot." She said quietly. Then she looked into his intense green eyes. "Thanks for everything, Arnoldo."
And with that, she practically ran off the front sidewalk, and down the street. After a few steps, she gave in to temptation, and looked back at Arnold. He was standing on the porch, glancing at her with a sad and thoughtful expression.
~*~
Arnold sat bolt upright in his bed, eyes open wide. His blue curtains billowed in the wind, and Arnold got a chill down his spine. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, and yawned. He stood up slowly, and walked over to his window to close it. It slide shut with a click, and Arnold groggily made his way back to his bed.
He had had the dream again.
~*~
There wasn't a lot to the dream, or nightmare, really. All he remembered was a fluorescent light shining in his face, with blue figures crowding around him, dark metal tools shining in their hands. Their speech was blurred, like he was stuck underneath water.
He heard some mumbling. Arnold just caught a glimpse of gray eyes before he saw the white robed man click something off on his chart. He knew he was scared.
But not scared for himself.
He was scared for..somebody else... the name was repeating itself again and again within his sub conscious.
Helga.
~*~
Arnold rubbed his head again. Who was Helga anyway? He didn't remember anything about her, vaguely remembering a distinct feeling of regret, of sadness. He hadn't remembered anything before that day he woke up in the hospital, memories erased.
Arnold sighed in frustration, and tried to get back to sleep. His mind continued thinking. Had Helga been a friend, or an enemy? Who was she? He hated the feeling of sadness every time he thought of that name...if ONLY he could remember!
And what had Cecile to do with any of this? Why did he think he had seen her before? Why did he feel the urge to protect her, when he had first seen her in the rain? She had looked frail, he guessed, seeming to hide her sadness behind those dark blue eyes.
Wait a second! How did he know that? It seemed like he had known her forever, he could sense the sadness dripping off of her cold hard exterior in waves. He was totally intrigued by her, all her independence. So he had invited her to the dance.
That was all...wasn't it?
~*~
Okee, review peeps, plz!! I'm thinkin' about addin' some beauty and the beast in here, so tell meh if *YOU* think I should!
:) Until next time, you peeps,
--dkc
We're holding a surprise b-day party for our friend on Saturday, YAYY! These are all the reviews I got for now..
matchmake-t: hey! Wasuup?? Yay! U like it, you really like it!! *smiles* heehee..oh well pheobe's comin' up, dun worry!! There'll be some G/P (Gerald, pheebs) in here too, so continue reading and REVIEWING!!! :)))
WAIT, HERE IS THE DISCLAIMER!!!!
Yargh!! What is it with me, and forgetting to put up disclaimers?? Neways, just so ya know, I'm not Craig Bartlett, or Nickelodeon. I'd wanna be, but sadly, I'm not.
So that's about it for this DISCLAIMER thing, and it LASTS throughout the WHOLE story, KAY!!
THE DISCLAIMER is HERE!!!
end of AN!!! Now ON with the story!
Fortune and fame
Helga woke up slowly, and immediately checked if her locket was still in her clothes. She sighed slightly in contentment as her fingers found the smooth metal frame. She snuggled deeper into soft pillows; she was in heaven. The whole room smelt faintly of strawberries, and a grin flitted across Helga's face.
For once, Nora was silent, and Helga slowly opened her eyes, and then sat up, bewildered. Whose room was she in? Her startled eyes glanced around quickly, and fell on a particular portrait above the fireplace.
A picture of a blond haired boy with a football shaped head.
"Arnold." Helga whispered slightly, and lay back down on the bed. She snuggled deeper into the warm and fuzzy blankets and pillows. Finally Helga lazily opened her eyes when there was a knock at the door. She disentangled herself from her blankets quickly, suddenly thinking it was Nora.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," she hollered towards the door. She yanked the poor door almost off its hinges, and suddenly found herself face to face with Arnold. Helga blushed slightly, just seeing his face made her giddy. Suddenly she snapped back to reality at the sound of his voice.
"Miss...may I know you name??" He asked curiously, his green eyes sparkling innocently at her. Helga smiled. Arnold might have grown lengthwise, but inside he was still the same naïve little helpful boy. Helga wanted to tell him everything, wanted him to look at her in remembrance, even remember her as the bully who teased him all the time. Helga placed a hand lightly to her head, and wobbled a bit on her legs.
No, she decided, she wouldn't tell him. If he had forgotten her, then it was up to him to remember her. She couldn't push him.
Arnold led her into the large and spacious living room adjoining his bedroom, supporting her with one of his arms. Helga looked up at Arnold, and just studied him for a while. He was so handsome, grown into a beautiful man. His face was clean shaven, and he wore his clothes with elegance and grace. It took her a while to register the fact that Arnold was looking at her strangely. She suddenly remembered his previous question.
"I'm..." she started, but faltered at the trust in his eyes, "...Cecile Mariouet.." She concluded slowly, then mentally slapped herself. That was the name of his French exchange penpal who she had impersonated! She bit her lip slightly, and to hide her insecurity, suddenly scowled at the young man in front of her. "Why do you wanna know?" She asked gruffly.
Slow down there, Helga old girl, you can't let him know who you are! Surprisingly Arnold's smile didn't waver. He held out one hand to Helga congenially.
"I'm Arnold-" Suddenly the phone rang, and Helga could see Arnold jump slightly. "Hold on a second.." With a parting smile, he headed towards a sleek dark blue portable on his bedside table. He talked quietly for a minute, slightly creasing his forehead.
'yes.' Helga heard snippets of the conversation. 'yes..but Antonio..ok..yeah...by Friday, sure, fine..." Helga heard the phone click as Arnold hung up, and started whistling to hide the guilty expression on her face.
"So, where were we?" He asked her when he approached. Then he smiled his trademark half-grin. (not that huge one where he shows all his teeth, tho, lols) "I remember now. So Cecile, do you want me to drive you back home?" Helga looked sideways at Arnold, chewing at her lip. She started to accept, but suddenly stopped.
Get a Hold of YOUrself, Helga! You don't want him to know you're living as a servant in your own house, do you? Helga sighed, and declined Arnold's invitation.
"No thank you...Arnold." She answered, "I can walk on my own." The blond young man nodded.
"Sure thing, Cecile."
Arnold led her down two flights of stairs, and to the front door. The sun was shining with abandon, and its rays glinted off Arnold's angelic cornflower hair. Helga lightly stepped outside.
"Oh, and Cecile?" Arnold said, touching her shoulder to stop her. Helga slightly inclined her head to show she heard him, her heartbeat slightly rising.
"Yeah?" Arnold smiled warmly at the girl he had just met.
"I'm hosting a party in the ballroom of this place. I just moved here...so I thought I'd get to know some new faces." He hesitated slightly, and Helga turned around, hands on her hips.
"Well?" she prodded, although inwardly she was praying he was going to ask her to go to his party.
"Well...would you want to come?" Helga's prayers were answered, and an uncontrollable smile burst from her mouth. She lowered her head slightly so the football head wouldn't see her grin. She paused, pretending to think about it.
"Maybe..." She said gruffly.
Arnold smiled his big mouthed grin, and opened the door for Helga. "It's on December the 28th, if you wanna know." He hit his head with the back of his hand. "Oh I almost forgot!" He ran back into his room, and came out with a piece of red paper in his hand. "Here's the invitation!" he said cheerily.
Helga accepted the invitation with a blush. Just being so close to him made her swoon. Her mind was overfilling with lines in prose, and jumbles of poems declaring her love for Arnold interlacing in her mind. Her legs felt weak, and she gave Arnold a goofy grin.
"Thanks a lot." She said quietly. Then she looked into his intense green eyes. "Thanks for everything, Arnoldo."
And with that, she practically ran off the front sidewalk, and down the street. After a few steps, she gave in to temptation, and looked back at Arnold. He was standing on the porch, glancing at her with a sad and thoughtful expression.
~*~
Arnold sat bolt upright in his bed, eyes open wide. His blue curtains billowed in the wind, and Arnold got a chill down his spine. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, and yawned. He stood up slowly, and walked over to his window to close it. It slide shut with a click, and Arnold groggily made his way back to his bed.
He had had the dream again.
~*~
There wasn't a lot to the dream, or nightmare, really. All he remembered was a fluorescent light shining in his face, with blue figures crowding around him, dark metal tools shining in their hands. Their speech was blurred, like he was stuck underneath water.
He heard some mumbling. Arnold just caught a glimpse of gray eyes before he saw the white robed man click something off on his chart. He knew he was scared.
But not scared for himself.
He was scared for..somebody else... the name was repeating itself again and again within his sub conscious.
Helga.
~*~
Arnold rubbed his head again. Who was Helga anyway? He didn't remember anything about her, vaguely remembering a distinct feeling of regret, of sadness. He hadn't remembered anything before that day he woke up in the hospital, memories erased.
Arnold sighed in frustration, and tried to get back to sleep. His mind continued thinking. Had Helga been a friend, or an enemy? Who was she? He hated the feeling of sadness every time he thought of that name...if ONLY he could remember!
And what had Cecile to do with any of this? Why did he think he had seen her before? Why did he feel the urge to protect her, when he had first seen her in the rain? She had looked frail, he guessed, seeming to hide her sadness behind those dark blue eyes.
Wait a second! How did he know that? It seemed like he had known her forever, he could sense the sadness dripping off of her cold hard exterior in waves. He was totally intrigued by her, all her independence. So he had invited her to the dance.
That was all...wasn't it?
~*~
Okee, review peeps, plz!! I'm thinkin' about addin' some beauty and the beast in here, so tell meh if *YOU* think I should!
:) Until next time, you peeps,
--dkc