I'll Be Here For You~Always
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold, Okay!:D
Hey, long time no see! Actually.*cough* okay, nevermind. It's been about a week, so I'm posting the next chapter. I'm excited. We got fourth place on Saturday, and third place on Monday, for dance competitions!!:D Yay! Anyway, what you probably want to read is the story, so here it is:
Oh, something big happens in this chapter. Arnold finds out a little more about Helga.
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Chapter 3: What We Keep Locked Up
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Helga just stared at him with confused eyes. When she placed her hand on his shoulder, he snapped his head up to meet her eyes, the eyes to him that said, 'tell me.'
'Who? W-who are you talking about?' she asked.
'The green-eyed people are the ones that saved my parent's lives when they were exploring one day in the jungle. They saved them from a waterfall, but my parents never saw them. They vowed from that very moment to do anything or give anything to the green-eyed people,' he finished out of breath. Knowing he had to tell her more by the look on her face, he opted to tell her the end. He didn't feel like explaining everything, too many memories from when they were gone, 'M-my parents, when they disappeared for all those years, they went to cure the sleeping sickness of the green-eyed people; they left me here so I wouldn't live in the jungle again-'
'Wait a minute,' Helga interjected, 'You lived in the jungle? When!?' He sighed but continued, re-living the memories from when he found his father's journal.
'I was born during a volcanic eruption in San Lorenzo. The green-eyed people had a safe haven for my mother to give birth in. They said I was a miracle child because as soon as I was born, the volcano stopped.'
'I'll say--I-I mean, y-yeah. E-heh.' She fixed her flaw.
God Helga! Don't tell him now!
'S-so, why are you and your parents in, 'hiding?'' she asked putting air quotes on the last word.
'This group of scientist or something like that heard of them and found out through research that they have the abilities to stop time, and control nature. The scientists wanted that ability, but only the green-eyed people know of how to use it correctly.'
'S-so, the mad scientists went through your parents, to get to the green- eyed people?' Arnold nodded.
'Yeah, and it gets worse. The government decided to get involved. They want my parents to bring them to the green-eyed people. My parents fled with me, packing up and selling everything we owned, and moving here changing our names, except mine. My parents figured it would throw them off if they had a son named Arnold, with parents of different names.' She nodded in concurrence and pulled her hand from his shoulder. It was time, time to REALLY be nicer to him. She smiled and turned his head to meet her gaze. He stared for a moment, somehow lost in her eyes until a smile crept on his lips. She took this as her cue to speak.
'Don't worry, your secrets safe with me.' He beamed even brighter and pulled her into an air-tight hug. For a moment she was thrown off guard, but recomposed herself and found the courage to hug him back. She sighed blissfully--he recognized that sigh. It was from when he was nine, that day; that dinner--
'Cecile!?' he shouted breaking the embrace. Her half-closed eyes shot wide open until she transfixed her gaze with his own. She tried forming words in her mouth, but none compensated with the English language, no language created in fact. Finally she found her tongue.
'I-I,' well, she kinda found her words, 'Y-yes, I was Cecile, but--how did you know!?' she shouted instantly throwing off his train of thoughts. Her, sigh, eyes, they all complied and fit together. The only thing missing--
He reached over and pulled a piece of hair from behind her ear as it fell across her eye, in showing her Cecile fashion. During this entire time she didn't move a muscle, afraid he would find out more.
He looked at her and saw someone new, a Helga who cared, who knew almost everything about him-- and God was she gorgeous! It was only when he lifted that heavy burden off his chest that he realized how nice and caring she actually was. He'd never noticed it in the past but something in her came out, and was hopefully here to stay.
Tears started forming in her eyes as she was afraid of her worst nightmare coming true. Every second he looked at her he would get further and further into that side of her that was not usually shown; and she was afraid of that. He could never find out.
He noticed her tears and wiped them away as she continued to sob harder. He pulled her tight to his chest and let her cry in him. He was confused at what he'd done wrong.
'H-Helga? What's wrong?' He asked bewildered. Helga could no longer contain her raging emotions.
'I love you!' she yelled out in a stifled, choked sob which shook him. It was only one day after their meetings again and she had already developed feelings for him? If only he know of all those tortured years she had gone through for him; all those young years of standing vigil outside his home, of stalking him everywhere he went, of writing obsessive poetry for him, of declaring her love for him only few times to another soul--one of which was him.
Suddenly she jerked out of his grasp, grabbed her bag and fled down the stairs. He watched her run across the street to her own house with sadness in his heart. He had broken hers, but how? What had he done?
Quickly, he ran after her. She loved him, where had he heard that before? Even if he didn't love her, he had to be there for her. She was his friend; she needed him.
He ran up to the front door and rang the bell.
'Go away!' came a muffled voice from inside. He wasn't about to give up.
'Helga, let's talk.' He knocked on the door a few more times until he heard the latches on the locks; the door opening ajar as if a ghost had opened it until, her tear-stricken face came from the crack. She was still beautiful, even as water flowed from her eyes. In an attempt to talk, all that came out was sobs and inaudible words. When she finally composed herself, she opened the door a little and motioned for him to come in while hiding her face behind her sleeve. She walked down a hallway and he followed her, watching her hips sway from side to side. It was appealing to him. Her tears diminished quickly to none.
Slowly she sat down on a chair in a huge room full of fancy uncomfortable furniture. Most likely the maids took care of it--that is, if they had any. He was sure they did. Just as his thoughts ended a woman walked in, someone he didn't recognize.
'Is there anything I can get for you miss Pataki?' She asked. Now his conclusion was drawn.
'No, that's okay.' She left as Helga turned to Arnold, 'It's Nancy, the maid/butler type person. She's really like my mot-I-I mean she's really nice.' She bounced back. Arnold never knew what her life was really like, and she never wanted him to know.
'So, where's your parents?' He asked in curiosity. Fear struck her and she knew she had to get away from that topic.
'I-I don't know, say what did we do in Physics when I was gone?' He saw the look in her eye, so he did something he normally wouldn't do.
'Helga, you know where they are. Is it that bad to tell me?' Suddenly her walls began to build up; feelings long gone had returned in a mad rush.
'Why's it any business of yours bucko!? Why do you care!?' she yelled. He was taken slightly back by the malice in her voice, but countered her attack with a foray of his own.
'Because you should at least know where your parents are,' he softened his tone and walked over to the chair she was sitting in and lowered himself to the arm of the chair, 'Is it such a big secret?'
'Yes it is.' She said barely audibly. He understood her thoughts.
'Well, you can tell me. Trust me, I'll keep it a secret, you're keeping mine.' Slowly she got up from the chair and beckoned for him to follow with a flip of her wrist. Oh there were her hips again obstructing his view, not because of their size (they were rather small), but because.
'There's my mom.' She stopped and pointed into a room with a bar. (A/N: We have some friends that live in a big house like the ones on Hazeltine and they have a bar in their home, so it's not uncommon. The reason I'm writing about Hazeltine is b/c the PGA was there and I went!!:D Tiger is HOT!) A woman was slouched over the counter with a shot glass in her hand. Drool cascaded down her lips as he realized the lady to be Miriam Pataki.
He stood there with his eyes wide open in astonishment. This was her mother?
Helga watched as his lips moved trying to form words, nothing coming out. So she decided to show him, or actually let him hear the worse of the two.
She grabbed his arm and led him down a long hallway, full of doors, up a flight of stairs and down another hallway till they reached a door. Helga felt under a rug for the key, which she popped in the lock, unlocking the door.
'They don't know that I know where the key is.' She told him matter-of- factly. He smiled at her and they continued into a large room with doors connected. Awful sounds were coming from one of the rooms. Moaning, screaming, and.WHAT!?
Arnold searched Helga's face for an explanation of how she knew of this. Obviously she caught his meaning.
'At first he said she was just a client but after she came over more frequently, and year after year, I started getting my suspicions. I followed them one day and found out.the.truth.' She ended shamefully, tears forming once again in her eyes. Arnold taking notice of this walked over to her, encasing her in a hug.
'If you ever need anywhere to go, I'll always be here for you Helga,' he whispered into her ear, 'Always.' (A/N: there's the title!!:D)
She cried even harder against his strong chest as he cradled her in his strong arms. She suddenly realized the noises had stopped and pulled out of Arnold's grasp.
'We have to get out of this room, now.' Bewilderment crossed Arnold's face as he asked her meaning. She huffed and replied, 'They've stopped. They'll catch us in here. C'mon!' she grabbed his arm and yanked him out of the room, closing the door behind her and locking it, then replacing the key to its origin. She looked up at Arnold, ashamed of what she showed him.
She looked up and met his gaze. For minutes they stood there, staring at each other--until Helga broke their lock and walked down the hallway; down the stairs; leaving Arnold to stand in the middle of the hallway. Eventually he followed her, but couldn't find any sight of her, until he came to the door. She was waiting there with her hand on the knob. His heart sank.
'S-so, I guess I'll see you tomorrow.'
'Y-yeah, I guess.'
'Hey, I can drive you again. I'll pick you up at quarter to eight.'
'S-sure, thanks.'
'Uh, bye.'
'Bye.' Helga closed the door and leaned against its cold steel, 'Crimeny.' She muttered.
Meanwhile Arnold stood outside Helga's door for a minute until he turned and retreated back to his own house. Helga stood vigil at the window watching Arnold sullenly. Why didn't she let him stay? At least there's always tomorrow.
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So, what'd you think? I check my email everyday, but I don't go on ffn everyday, but as much as I can. Email me if you want, my email is on my profile page. Okay, r/r and.
C ya l8ter!
Arnoldnhelga4eva
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold, Okay!:D
Hey, long time no see! Actually.*cough* okay, nevermind. It's been about a week, so I'm posting the next chapter. I'm excited. We got fourth place on Saturday, and third place on Monday, for dance competitions!!:D Yay! Anyway, what you probably want to read is the story, so here it is:
Oh, something big happens in this chapter. Arnold finds out a little more about Helga.
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Chapter 3: What We Keep Locked Up
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Helga just stared at him with confused eyes. When she placed her hand on his shoulder, he snapped his head up to meet her eyes, the eyes to him that said, 'tell me.'
'Who? W-who are you talking about?' she asked.
'The green-eyed people are the ones that saved my parent's lives when they were exploring one day in the jungle. They saved them from a waterfall, but my parents never saw them. They vowed from that very moment to do anything or give anything to the green-eyed people,' he finished out of breath. Knowing he had to tell her more by the look on her face, he opted to tell her the end. He didn't feel like explaining everything, too many memories from when they were gone, 'M-my parents, when they disappeared for all those years, they went to cure the sleeping sickness of the green-eyed people; they left me here so I wouldn't live in the jungle again-'
'Wait a minute,' Helga interjected, 'You lived in the jungle? When!?' He sighed but continued, re-living the memories from when he found his father's journal.
'I was born during a volcanic eruption in San Lorenzo. The green-eyed people had a safe haven for my mother to give birth in. They said I was a miracle child because as soon as I was born, the volcano stopped.'
'I'll say--I-I mean, y-yeah. E-heh.' She fixed her flaw.
God Helga! Don't tell him now!
'S-so, why are you and your parents in, 'hiding?'' she asked putting air quotes on the last word.
'This group of scientist or something like that heard of them and found out through research that they have the abilities to stop time, and control nature. The scientists wanted that ability, but only the green-eyed people know of how to use it correctly.'
'S-so, the mad scientists went through your parents, to get to the green- eyed people?' Arnold nodded.
'Yeah, and it gets worse. The government decided to get involved. They want my parents to bring them to the green-eyed people. My parents fled with me, packing up and selling everything we owned, and moving here changing our names, except mine. My parents figured it would throw them off if they had a son named Arnold, with parents of different names.' She nodded in concurrence and pulled her hand from his shoulder. It was time, time to REALLY be nicer to him. She smiled and turned his head to meet her gaze. He stared for a moment, somehow lost in her eyes until a smile crept on his lips. She took this as her cue to speak.
'Don't worry, your secrets safe with me.' He beamed even brighter and pulled her into an air-tight hug. For a moment she was thrown off guard, but recomposed herself and found the courage to hug him back. She sighed blissfully--he recognized that sigh. It was from when he was nine, that day; that dinner--
'Cecile!?' he shouted breaking the embrace. Her half-closed eyes shot wide open until she transfixed her gaze with his own. She tried forming words in her mouth, but none compensated with the English language, no language created in fact. Finally she found her tongue.
'I-I,' well, she kinda found her words, 'Y-yes, I was Cecile, but--how did you know!?' she shouted instantly throwing off his train of thoughts. Her, sigh, eyes, they all complied and fit together. The only thing missing--
He reached over and pulled a piece of hair from behind her ear as it fell across her eye, in showing her Cecile fashion. During this entire time she didn't move a muscle, afraid he would find out more.
He looked at her and saw someone new, a Helga who cared, who knew almost everything about him-- and God was she gorgeous! It was only when he lifted that heavy burden off his chest that he realized how nice and caring she actually was. He'd never noticed it in the past but something in her came out, and was hopefully here to stay.
Tears started forming in her eyes as she was afraid of her worst nightmare coming true. Every second he looked at her he would get further and further into that side of her that was not usually shown; and she was afraid of that. He could never find out.
He noticed her tears and wiped them away as she continued to sob harder. He pulled her tight to his chest and let her cry in him. He was confused at what he'd done wrong.
'H-Helga? What's wrong?' He asked bewildered. Helga could no longer contain her raging emotions.
'I love you!' she yelled out in a stifled, choked sob which shook him. It was only one day after their meetings again and she had already developed feelings for him? If only he know of all those tortured years she had gone through for him; all those young years of standing vigil outside his home, of stalking him everywhere he went, of writing obsessive poetry for him, of declaring her love for him only few times to another soul--one of which was him.
Suddenly she jerked out of his grasp, grabbed her bag and fled down the stairs. He watched her run across the street to her own house with sadness in his heart. He had broken hers, but how? What had he done?
Quickly, he ran after her. She loved him, where had he heard that before? Even if he didn't love her, he had to be there for her. She was his friend; she needed him.
He ran up to the front door and rang the bell.
'Go away!' came a muffled voice from inside. He wasn't about to give up.
'Helga, let's talk.' He knocked on the door a few more times until he heard the latches on the locks; the door opening ajar as if a ghost had opened it until, her tear-stricken face came from the crack. She was still beautiful, even as water flowed from her eyes. In an attempt to talk, all that came out was sobs and inaudible words. When she finally composed herself, she opened the door a little and motioned for him to come in while hiding her face behind her sleeve. She walked down a hallway and he followed her, watching her hips sway from side to side. It was appealing to him. Her tears diminished quickly to none.
Slowly she sat down on a chair in a huge room full of fancy uncomfortable furniture. Most likely the maids took care of it--that is, if they had any. He was sure they did. Just as his thoughts ended a woman walked in, someone he didn't recognize.
'Is there anything I can get for you miss Pataki?' She asked. Now his conclusion was drawn.
'No, that's okay.' She left as Helga turned to Arnold, 'It's Nancy, the maid/butler type person. She's really like my mot-I-I mean she's really nice.' She bounced back. Arnold never knew what her life was really like, and she never wanted him to know.
'So, where's your parents?' He asked in curiosity. Fear struck her and she knew she had to get away from that topic.
'I-I don't know, say what did we do in Physics when I was gone?' He saw the look in her eye, so he did something he normally wouldn't do.
'Helga, you know where they are. Is it that bad to tell me?' Suddenly her walls began to build up; feelings long gone had returned in a mad rush.
'Why's it any business of yours bucko!? Why do you care!?' she yelled. He was taken slightly back by the malice in her voice, but countered her attack with a foray of his own.
'Because you should at least know where your parents are,' he softened his tone and walked over to the chair she was sitting in and lowered himself to the arm of the chair, 'Is it such a big secret?'
'Yes it is.' She said barely audibly. He understood her thoughts.
'Well, you can tell me. Trust me, I'll keep it a secret, you're keeping mine.' Slowly she got up from the chair and beckoned for him to follow with a flip of her wrist. Oh there were her hips again obstructing his view, not because of their size (they were rather small), but because.
'There's my mom.' She stopped and pointed into a room with a bar. (A/N: We have some friends that live in a big house like the ones on Hazeltine and they have a bar in their home, so it's not uncommon. The reason I'm writing about Hazeltine is b/c the PGA was there and I went!!:D Tiger is HOT!) A woman was slouched over the counter with a shot glass in her hand. Drool cascaded down her lips as he realized the lady to be Miriam Pataki.
He stood there with his eyes wide open in astonishment. This was her mother?
Helga watched as his lips moved trying to form words, nothing coming out. So she decided to show him, or actually let him hear the worse of the two.
She grabbed his arm and led him down a long hallway, full of doors, up a flight of stairs and down another hallway till they reached a door. Helga felt under a rug for the key, which she popped in the lock, unlocking the door.
'They don't know that I know where the key is.' She told him matter-of- factly. He smiled at her and they continued into a large room with doors connected. Awful sounds were coming from one of the rooms. Moaning, screaming, and.WHAT!?
Arnold searched Helga's face for an explanation of how she knew of this. Obviously she caught his meaning.
'At first he said she was just a client but after she came over more frequently, and year after year, I started getting my suspicions. I followed them one day and found out.the.truth.' She ended shamefully, tears forming once again in her eyes. Arnold taking notice of this walked over to her, encasing her in a hug.
'If you ever need anywhere to go, I'll always be here for you Helga,' he whispered into her ear, 'Always.' (A/N: there's the title!!:D)
She cried even harder against his strong chest as he cradled her in his strong arms. She suddenly realized the noises had stopped and pulled out of Arnold's grasp.
'We have to get out of this room, now.' Bewilderment crossed Arnold's face as he asked her meaning. She huffed and replied, 'They've stopped. They'll catch us in here. C'mon!' she grabbed his arm and yanked him out of the room, closing the door behind her and locking it, then replacing the key to its origin. She looked up at Arnold, ashamed of what she showed him.
She looked up and met his gaze. For minutes they stood there, staring at each other--until Helga broke their lock and walked down the hallway; down the stairs; leaving Arnold to stand in the middle of the hallway. Eventually he followed her, but couldn't find any sight of her, until he came to the door. She was waiting there with her hand on the knob. His heart sank.
'S-so, I guess I'll see you tomorrow.'
'Y-yeah, I guess.'
'Hey, I can drive you again. I'll pick you up at quarter to eight.'
'S-sure, thanks.'
'Uh, bye.'
'Bye.' Helga closed the door and leaned against its cold steel, 'Crimeny.' She muttered.
Meanwhile Arnold stood outside Helga's door for a minute until he turned and retreated back to his own house. Helga stood vigil at the window watching Arnold sullenly. Why didn't she let him stay? At least there's always tomorrow.
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So, what'd you think? I check my email everyday, but I don't go on ffn everyday, but as much as I can. Email me if you want, my email is on my profile page. Okay, r/r and.
C ya l8ter!
Arnoldnhelga4eva