I'll Be Here For You~Always
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold.
**PLEASE READ** Hey! I decided to post early because I realized, I'm going to be out of town this weekend, and won't have time to post, and don't want you guys to hold me to my word, so the next chapter will be out next week, promise. I already have it written out, and I'm working on the sequel, while writing a whole bunch of short fics, song fics, poems, I'm working on a new chapter fic, the next chapter to The Great Search (I'm putting What Will Come of Pretending off till I really have time to fix it, majoryly) and a whole bunch of writing stuff for school. I have one more song-fic in need of typing, and three short fics that need to be typed up. My new chapter fic will debut around January. IT's about Helga and Phoebe are lawyers together in a law firm, and Arnold's the detective. Will they be able to prove Helga's and Phoebe's client innocent, when it was someone else who killed his wife, Lila? It'll be good, I promise. Okay, I bet you want to read now, so here we go!!:D
Make sure you read my note on the bottom!!! -----------------------------------------------------
Chapter 2: Run, and Never Look Back.
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Helga walked out of the principal's office and went to go search for Arnold. It was passing time so she had plenty of time to find him. She caught sight of his head from behind, backing up from a group of girls. Helga walked over and grabbed his shoulder and quickly whispered in his ear, 'Just follow my lead, they'll leave you alone.'
He nodded his head as she took over.
First she shot a glare at the group of girls that was stalking him. Then she slipped an arm around his waist and walked away while he put his around her.
When they got far enough away from the girls standing with their mouths agape, Helga realized they were still walking with their arms around one another.
'Uh, you can let go now, Arnoldo.' She tried pulling away as he looked at his arm for a second and blushed, then taking his arm off her waist.
'Okay, hour two,' he composed himself, 'It looks like I have, college level English Litterature with Mrs. Orasim. Uhhh, Okay.'
'God! What is up with all these teacher's names!? I haven't even heard of half of them!'
'Well, come on. We've got to get there before we're late.' He grabbed her arm and took off running down the hall. Inside her entire interior was melted as she had a goofy look on her face.
They ended up in front of the English room just as the bell rang. Helga had to take over because Arnold got lost on their way over. Breathlessly they walked inside and found a vacant table. Helga didn't feel like being with anyone but Arnold, and he--well he didn't know hardly anyone else.
Another thing floated around in his mind. Why was she being so nice? When they were younger she had always been the one to pick on him. Now, she was helping him out. There were some times when she had helped him out though. Like the neighborhood. They could have never saved it if it weren't for her.
A blush crept across his face when he thought about what happened on top of the roof, how Helga had declared her love for him. He always knew she never meant to take it back but did she still feel the same way? Time changes people.
'Hello class, I'm Mrs. Oraism. This is AP English Literature, a college level so if you can't keep up, get out now. The woman threatened. Everyone tensed up until she turned her back to them. Why were all their teachers so malicious? Then again, they had only seen two, but Helga heard Mr. Asna was mean too. Why are all the teacher's names so weird? And the ironic thing was Mr. Asna teaches Spanish! (A/N: Asna sounds kind of like asno in Spanish which means ass.)
The teacher stomped around the classroom carrying lots of books, roughly distributing them to the students. Helga looked at the cover.
The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald.
'This book? I've already read it. I know every detail inside out.' Helga exclaimed to the teacher. In return, Mrs. Oraism looked at her challengingly.
'Okay then. The line, 'Like foul dust floating in the wake of his dreams,' what does that line symbolize?'
'The narrator Nick is foreshadowing the death of Gatsby, while he is in his dream of Daisy,' then she whispered to Arnold, 'take notes, they'll be useful to you.'
'Okay miss.'
'Pataki, Helga G. Pataki.'
'Fine, Miss Pataki, what does the eyes of Dr. T.J. Eckelberg symbolize and who is he really?'
Helga let out a large sigh. This was too easy. She was picking out the large details in the book.
'They symbolize and all-knowing power that sees everything, especially in the Valley of Ashes,' she could hear Arnold writing rapidly next to her, 'and Dr. T.J. Eckelberg is an oculist with a long forgotten sign withering away.' She finished proudly. The teacher grew angrier with every word Helga said.
'Fine, okay. Then how did Jordan win her golf tournament?'
'She was in a bad lye. She moved her ball so it would be easier for her to hit, without anyone knowing of it. To put it in plainer terms, she cheated.' The teacher was fuming by now. Helga just smiled priggishly and her classmates stared at her in astonishment.
'One last question Miss Pataki, and I'll assign you a different book. What was the only thing stationary in the room?' she asked vaguely. Helga understood though. It was as if she had taken the words out of the book.
'The couch.' Helga smiled. The teacher let out an exasperated sigh and walked over to the bookshelf.
'Fine, you can read Pride and Prejudice.' She handed Helga the book and said sarcastically, 'since you're so scary, you can go in the hall and start reading. I want to know all the characters through chapter seven by tomorrow. The chapters are only a few pates long. I want to know about the theme and setting too. By tomorrow.' Helga gathered her things and went in the hall. When she looked down at her notebook, it had written on it, 'Message me, 727-628-4242.'
Helga's knees buckled and she almost fainted but caught herself before falling. How had he known she had a cell phone?
~Helga message:
Hey football head. How did you know I had a phone?
~Arnold message:
I saw it in your back pocket.
Helga's heart flamed up at the thought of him looking.
~Helga message:
Oh, uhh.okay. What's class like now?
~Arnold message:
She's talking about the book.
Helga started typing but before she could finish her phone showed another message.
~Arnold message:
Hey, I gotta go. She's going to catch me soon. Bye.
Helga sighed and held her phone to her heart. Then she picked up Pride and Prejudice, and barely put it down for the rest of the day.
(A/N: The Great Gatsby thing is kinda an inside joke, so it's funny to me. I have this teacher who's obsessed with F. Scott Fitzgerald. We have some interesting conversations in class. If you have time, go read the book. It's really good, but hard to read. Lots of symbolism, descriptions, and themes. Also, you can send messages from phone to phone!:D It's really cool, and cheap. I send messages to my friends during school (if there is service in the room), and we don't get caught. I thought it would be cool.)
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Helga and Arnold were on their way home, silently when Helga decided to bring it up again.
'Arnold, what is it? What is the big secret?' His eyes shot wide open and he almost ran them off the road until Helga pulled the wheel back on course, 'Hey, don't get us killed football head!' she snapped.
'S-sorry Helga,' He said as he kept driving, 'L-look, I said I'd tell you tonight.'
'But why tonight? Why not now? Tell me when we get to the neighborhood, otherwise you're never going to tell Arnoldo!' she yelled. He sat and drove for awhile, obviously in thought as she sat and waited for his answer. He sighed and gave it to her.
'Okay, but you have to promise you can't tell anyone. Okay Helga?' he started to wonder what made him want to tell her, what made him believe she could keep his secret.
They pulled into his driveway and sat in the car for a few minutes, until Arnold opened his door startling Helga back into reality. She climbed out and followed him inside his house. He kept walking as she followed, standing before a large, long staircase.
'My room's up there. It was kind of like my old room in the boarding house.' Helga blushed a little. She knew well what his old room looked like.
'Y-yeah.'
'C'mon, I'll tell you when we get upstairs.' He motioned for her to follow and she obeyed. He opened the door and everything looked almost as it had in his old room, save the couch. The electronics, the skylight, everything. She walked in, awed and he followed.
'It's not like my old room, but it's still nice.'
'Yeah, it is still--I-I mean nice. Yeah, it's nice. Heh.' She caught herself just in time. Arnold took no notice of it. This was her cue to ask again, 'Arnold, why did you move without telling anyone?'
He sighed, a sad sigh. It broke her heart, but she let him start when he felt ready.
'Th-they'd capture them.' Helga looked at him confusedly. Who the hell was he talking about?
'WHO?' he walked over to the bed and sat down with his hands in his lap, finding them interesting to look at. She walked over and sat next to him, but decided to stay safe and keep her distance. She tried again, 'Who, Arnold?'
He looked up from his hands forlornly.
'The Green-eyed people.'
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Uh oh, who's after the green-eyed people? Why is he telling Helga everything, and why are all their teacher's names so weird? Find out next time.
Also, my friend, TADAH has a HA board that she worked really hard on and she's looking for more members. If you would like to check it out, here is the link:
http://pub84.ezboard.com/bthedigiwwehaboard
I really suggest you go check it out, it's neat.
Well, C ya l8ter!
Arnoldnhelga4eva
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold.
**PLEASE READ** Hey! I decided to post early because I realized, I'm going to be out of town this weekend, and won't have time to post, and don't want you guys to hold me to my word, so the next chapter will be out next week, promise. I already have it written out, and I'm working on the sequel, while writing a whole bunch of short fics, song fics, poems, I'm working on a new chapter fic, the next chapter to The Great Search (I'm putting What Will Come of Pretending off till I really have time to fix it, majoryly) and a whole bunch of writing stuff for school. I have one more song-fic in need of typing, and three short fics that need to be typed up. My new chapter fic will debut around January. IT's about Helga and Phoebe are lawyers together in a law firm, and Arnold's the detective. Will they be able to prove Helga's and Phoebe's client innocent, when it was someone else who killed his wife, Lila? It'll be good, I promise. Okay, I bet you want to read now, so here we go!!:D
Make sure you read my note on the bottom!!! -----------------------------------------------------
Chapter 2: Run, and Never Look Back.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Helga walked out of the principal's office and went to go search for Arnold. It was passing time so she had plenty of time to find him. She caught sight of his head from behind, backing up from a group of girls. Helga walked over and grabbed his shoulder and quickly whispered in his ear, 'Just follow my lead, they'll leave you alone.'
He nodded his head as she took over.
First she shot a glare at the group of girls that was stalking him. Then she slipped an arm around his waist and walked away while he put his around her.
When they got far enough away from the girls standing with their mouths agape, Helga realized they were still walking with their arms around one another.
'Uh, you can let go now, Arnoldo.' She tried pulling away as he looked at his arm for a second and blushed, then taking his arm off her waist.
'Okay, hour two,' he composed himself, 'It looks like I have, college level English Litterature with Mrs. Orasim. Uhhh, Okay.'
'God! What is up with all these teacher's names!? I haven't even heard of half of them!'
'Well, come on. We've got to get there before we're late.' He grabbed her arm and took off running down the hall. Inside her entire interior was melted as she had a goofy look on her face.
They ended up in front of the English room just as the bell rang. Helga had to take over because Arnold got lost on their way over. Breathlessly they walked inside and found a vacant table. Helga didn't feel like being with anyone but Arnold, and he--well he didn't know hardly anyone else.
Another thing floated around in his mind. Why was she being so nice? When they were younger she had always been the one to pick on him. Now, she was helping him out. There were some times when she had helped him out though. Like the neighborhood. They could have never saved it if it weren't for her.
A blush crept across his face when he thought about what happened on top of the roof, how Helga had declared her love for him. He always knew she never meant to take it back but did she still feel the same way? Time changes people.
'Hello class, I'm Mrs. Oraism. This is AP English Literature, a college level so if you can't keep up, get out now. The woman threatened. Everyone tensed up until she turned her back to them. Why were all their teachers so malicious? Then again, they had only seen two, but Helga heard Mr. Asna was mean too. Why are all the teacher's names so weird? And the ironic thing was Mr. Asna teaches Spanish! (A/N: Asna sounds kind of like asno in Spanish which means ass.)
The teacher stomped around the classroom carrying lots of books, roughly distributing them to the students. Helga looked at the cover.
The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald.
'This book? I've already read it. I know every detail inside out.' Helga exclaimed to the teacher. In return, Mrs. Oraism looked at her challengingly.
'Okay then. The line, 'Like foul dust floating in the wake of his dreams,' what does that line symbolize?'
'The narrator Nick is foreshadowing the death of Gatsby, while he is in his dream of Daisy,' then she whispered to Arnold, 'take notes, they'll be useful to you.'
'Okay miss.'
'Pataki, Helga G. Pataki.'
'Fine, Miss Pataki, what does the eyes of Dr. T.J. Eckelberg symbolize and who is he really?'
Helga let out a large sigh. This was too easy. She was picking out the large details in the book.
'They symbolize and all-knowing power that sees everything, especially in the Valley of Ashes,' she could hear Arnold writing rapidly next to her, 'and Dr. T.J. Eckelberg is an oculist with a long forgotten sign withering away.' She finished proudly. The teacher grew angrier with every word Helga said.
'Fine, okay. Then how did Jordan win her golf tournament?'
'She was in a bad lye. She moved her ball so it would be easier for her to hit, without anyone knowing of it. To put it in plainer terms, she cheated.' The teacher was fuming by now. Helga just smiled priggishly and her classmates stared at her in astonishment.
'One last question Miss Pataki, and I'll assign you a different book. What was the only thing stationary in the room?' she asked vaguely. Helga understood though. It was as if she had taken the words out of the book.
'The couch.' Helga smiled. The teacher let out an exasperated sigh and walked over to the bookshelf.
'Fine, you can read Pride and Prejudice.' She handed Helga the book and said sarcastically, 'since you're so scary, you can go in the hall and start reading. I want to know all the characters through chapter seven by tomorrow. The chapters are only a few pates long. I want to know about the theme and setting too. By tomorrow.' Helga gathered her things and went in the hall. When she looked down at her notebook, it had written on it, 'Message me, 727-628-4242.'
Helga's knees buckled and she almost fainted but caught herself before falling. How had he known she had a cell phone?
~Helga message:
Hey football head. How did you know I had a phone?
~Arnold message:
I saw it in your back pocket.
Helga's heart flamed up at the thought of him looking.
~Helga message:
Oh, uhh.okay. What's class like now?
~Arnold message:
She's talking about the book.
Helga started typing but before she could finish her phone showed another message.
~Arnold message:
Hey, I gotta go. She's going to catch me soon. Bye.
Helga sighed and held her phone to her heart. Then she picked up Pride and Prejudice, and barely put it down for the rest of the day.
(A/N: The Great Gatsby thing is kinda an inside joke, so it's funny to me. I have this teacher who's obsessed with F. Scott Fitzgerald. We have some interesting conversations in class. If you have time, go read the book. It's really good, but hard to read. Lots of symbolism, descriptions, and themes. Also, you can send messages from phone to phone!:D It's really cool, and cheap. I send messages to my friends during school (if there is service in the room), and we don't get caught. I thought it would be cool.)
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Helga and Arnold were on their way home, silently when Helga decided to bring it up again.
'Arnold, what is it? What is the big secret?' His eyes shot wide open and he almost ran them off the road until Helga pulled the wheel back on course, 'Hey, don't get us killed football head!' she snapped.
'S-sorry Helga,' He said as he kept driving, 'L-look, I said I'd tell you tonight.'
'But why tonight? Why not now? Tell me when we get to the neighborhood, otherwise you're never going to tell Arnoldo!' she yelled. He sat and drove for awhile, obviously in thought as she sat and waited for his answer. He sighed and gave it to her.
'Okay, but you have to promise you can't tell anyone. Okay Helga?' he started to wonder what made him want to tell her, what made him believe she could keep his secret.
They pulled into his driveway and sat in the car for a few minutes, until Arnold opened his door startling Helga back into reality. She climbed out and followed him inside his house. He kept walking as she followed, standing before a large, long staircase.
'My room's up there. It was kind of like my old room in the boarding house.' Helga blushed a little. She knew well what his old room looked like.
'Y-yeah.'
'C'mon, I'll tell you when we get upstairs.' He motioned for her to follow and she obeyed. He opened the door and everything looked almost as it had in his old room, save the couch. The electronics, the skylight, everything. She walked in, awed and he followed.
'It's not like my old room, but it's still nice.'
'Yeah, it is still--I-I mean nice. Yeah, it's nice. Heh.' She caught herself just in time. Arnold took no notice of it. This was her cue to ask again, 'Arnold, why did you move without telling anyone?'
He sighed, a sad sigh. It broke her heart, but she let him start when he felt ready.
'Th-they'd capture them.' Helga looked at him confusedly. Who the hell was he talking about?
'WHO?' he walked over to the bed and sat down with his hands in his lap, finding them interesting to look at. She walked over and sat next to him, but decided to stay safe and keep her distance. She tried again, 'Who, Arnold?'
He looked up from his hands forlornly.
'The Green-eyed people.'
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Uh oh, who's after the green-eyed people? Why is he telling Helga everything, and why are all their teacher's names so weird? Find out next time.
Also, my friend, TADAH has a HA board that she worked really hard on and she's looking for more members. If you would like to check it out, here is the link:
http://pub84.ezboard.com/bthedigiwwehaboard
I really suggest you go check it out, it's neat.
Well, C ya l8ter!
Arnoldnhelga4eva