I'll Be Here For You~Always
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold
Hey! Long time no see. I had a little time so I was able to type this chapter up. I'm sorry to say next chapter is my last, until my sequel which has one chapter written, but I know everything I want to happen. It will be good, I promise. I've got so many ideas floating around in my head I'm surprised I can remember them all, especially since I have a really short term memory. I'm happy because I've been getting really neat presents from my Secret Santa. They're inside jokes, so none of you would ever understand them, it's between me and my dance team (we're doing them for dance. Me and my group of friends decided not to do Secret Santa.) I'm excited to find out who it is because I have no clue. Anyway, you probably want to read the story, so here it is, Chapter 4
Chapter 4: Getting Closer to Each Other
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Honk! Honk! Arnold was honking the horn from outside. Helga appeared at the door just as Arnold got out of his car and opened Helga's door. She got in and he shut the door, then walked to his own side and set off.
The drive there was quiet and you could cut the tension with a butter knife. It didn't help much that Arnold knew of Helga's secret. It only increased the tension ten-fold.
Arnold looked around for a parking spot. After being unsuccessful, he pulled up to the curb that said "NO PARKING", fire lane.
'Don't park there Arnoldo! It'll get towed.' She warned.
'It's okay, I've done this before,' he responded. She just sighed and got a kick in the pit of her stomach, sensing something would go wrong.
They walked to class silently as well. Mrs. Bowner looked at Helga skeptically since after a day she was so famous for her wit in that class. The day passed by slowly, as if for years. The only interesting thing that happened was taking a love quiz to find your 'soul mate' in English class. How dumb. The whole school was taking this test, and you would be 'compatible' with people, but one would have the greatest percentage of compatibility. Their last class together, Spanish four went by the slowest as their teacher droned on about verbs and grammar.
'Bueno clase, hay solo cinco minutos, encontra un cumpañero y baile contigo.' The teacher shouted excitedly. The class thought the teacher was crazy; although that wasn't far from the truth. Arnold looked around and noticed several guys fighting to be Helga's partner. Jealousy flared up in his chest as he walked over to Helga and asked her to be his partner. This was a great step on his part, especially after what happened yesterday.
'S-sure football head. Me encotrar.' She ended with a small giggle. The guys all glared at Arnold, but he didn't care; he got the most beautiful girl as his partner. He was starting to see her in a different light, ever since yesterday. It was coming onto him so suddenly, but he was realizing he was starting to--'
'Okay clase, bailaremos el tango. Ahora, ¡mire!' The teacher yelled and did a few steps with an invisible partner. Arnold and Helga blushed and thought back to that April Fools day. They looked at one another and smiled sheepishly.
'Bueno clase, ¡baile! ¡Ahora!' he shouted. The class obeyed; Arnold snaked his arm on Helga's back and she placed her hand on his shoulder. Their remaining hands met and the teacher put on the music. They started dancing to the song; dancing in between desks and students, they were only being competitive against one another, just like in fourth grade.
Arnold twirled Helga out and brought her back to him, hugging her body tightly against his. The class stopped dancing and watched the two face off; that's what this really was, a face off. Somehow their subconscious minds heard the word tango and it suddenly became a competition. They could both feel the heat between them as they continued, staring deeply into the eye of their counterpart. That feeling returned to Arnold.
'Don't you think you're being a little rough?' Helga asked as Arnold dipped her, his nose pressed against hers. He brought her back up to his level with their noses still touching and whispered loud enough for her to hear,
"What? Don't you trust me Helga?'
'After what happened last time, no.' she responded. He smirked and twirled her once again. The music diminished and the class broke out in applause, except the guys who wanted to dance with her.
'I would've been much better.' One of them mumbled.
Arnold and Helga both took bows and returned to their seats. They stole glances at one another during the rest of the hour.
~*()*~
When school let out, Arnold and Helga went to find Arnold's car, but it was not where he parked it. Helga started freaking out.
'What!?' Where's your car football head!? Huh!? I bet they towed it just like I said they would!' she screamed at him. He put his hands up in defeat.
'Okay, okay. We're just going to call my parents, and they'll come pick us up. Then I'll go get my car.'
Helga sat on the curb until Arnold was finished on his phone. He waked over with a sad look on his face.
'I couldn't get a hold of them, and our maid has the day off.' Arnold told Helga, scared of what her reaction might be. He was very right to be scared. An enraged Helga bolted up off the curb.
'Great! What are we going to do!?' Helga shouted in his face. He tensed up a little, but then decided not to show it, so he fired back at her.
'Look Helga, your guess is probably as good as mine, but why don't we call your parents?' as soon as the words left his mouth, he knew they were the wrong words to say. A sad look fell on her face and she turned away from him.
'Yeah, give that one a try Arnoldo.' She replied half-heartedly. He became sad that she was and got that feeling again. He walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder, sending a shock between the two. Slowly she looked up to meet his gaze until he was the one to break the stare this time.
'Well, the bus already left and the parking lot is empty, so I guess we're going to have to walk.' She was thrown out of her daydream as she huffed and rolled her eyes, walking away from him; starting on her way home.
Halfway home, Helga started complaining that her feet hurt. Arnold, being the nice guy he is, offered a ride on his back. She quickly jumped to the chance, both of them forgetting about Helga's secret; Arnold not sharing his--not yet. Not after one long night of thoughts stirring in his head, keeping him awake for hours pondering if it was true, if it was right--if it would work.
'I can't believe I got mud on my shoes.'
'Careful, you're starting to sound like Rhonda.' Arnold joked breathlessly. She laughed slightly and he was pleased to know he succeeded in making her laugh, but soon became extremely tired, 'Helga, I'm really tired. Could you please get off.' As she slipped off his back, her foot got caught in the loop in his jeans as it sent them both tumbling to the ground, with Arnold on top of Helga. A car passing by honked the horn at them as Arnold and Helga recomposed themselves. Helga watched the car and recognized it as.
'That's Brittany's car!' she exclaimed. Quickly she pulled her phone from her pocked and dialed a few numbers before she waited for an answer.
'Hello?' someone answered. Helga could hear her friend pull her phone from her ear and laugh in the background.
'Brittany, come pick us up!'
'Who?' she asked priggishly. She knew very well who.
'Me and Arnold! You know who, the ones you honked your horn at!'
'All right ladies and gentlemen, we will be taking a short detour--' she said as she hung up the phone. Helga shook her head as she put her phone away.
'Well, Brittany's coming. I don't know why I didn't think of that before.' Just as Arnold got up from the ground, Brittany's car could be seen hurdling down the street toward them. She took a large U-turn, almost hitting a car until she stopped in front of them. She rolled down the automatic window.
'Hey! Your ride leaves in twenty-ninetenn-eighteen-' Arnold and Helga scrambled into the car before she got to one, when which she took off again down the street, way over the speed limit.
~*()*~
'Thanks Brittany!' Helga yelled from her driveway, but she never heard Helga's thanks for she took off, out of the neighborhood. Arnold, who was standing right next to her, watching with wide eyes.
'WHERE did she ever get her drivers license?'
'I don't know. The driving schools here are dumb, but, I-I guess I'll see you tomorrow.'
'Y-yeah, okay. Oh and Helga?' She turned around back to him.
'Yeah?' He walked over to her until he was right in front of her.
'Thanks, I-I mean for everything.' Helga looked at him skeptically.
'Huh? What did I do for you?' He let out a light chuckle and looked at her.
'You showed me around the school, you introduced me to your friends and-- you kept my secret.' She looked at him as a smile formed in her lips. She did something that shocked him; something she would never normally do.
She hugged him.
He hugged her back and was feeling comfortable in her arms. He never wanted to leave. It had only been a few days since they were reunited, but he was sure he had fallen in--
'Hey,' she said suddenly, pulling away from him. He suddenly felt disconnected, and something missing, 'What do you say we go clubbing on Friday? It's only two days. We can bring Ashley, Brittany, Josh, Aaron, and party all night.' He loved the idea.
'Sure,' he replied. He was starting to feel like he was acting like a total idiot in front of Helga. Here she was, the most popular girl in the school. He had to get home or he might faint. He always got goofy like that in front of girls, 'Hey, I got to get home. I'll call you, okay?' He and Helga had already traded phone numbers during their third hour class, History. What a boring class.
They talked that night on the phone, mostly Arnold telling Helga stories of Hillwood, and Helga telling him about Minnesota. Then they started talking about Arnold's parents and their occurrences with the green-eyed people. Curiosity got the better of Helga and she couldn't control herself.
'Where do the green-eyed people live?' He hesitated to tell her a moment, but decided she'd keep it safe. What he didn't notice was the little microphone attached to his window.
'Okay, but remember. You have to keep it a secret.' He hesitated, then let out the air in his lungs and told her. 'They live in San Lorenzo, in an area not included on any map, except the one my father drew. You have to go through this sacred shrine to get in.' at the word shrine, Helga blushed a little. She thought back to those young days when she had a shrine dedicated to him. They said their good nights and hung up; not being able to wait for the next day.
When the next day came, Arnold waited outside Helga's house in one of his father's cars. One thing Helga had never asked him was how his family got so much money. When they had returned from San Lorenzo, they brought with them a precious artifact that was immediately bought by a museum. It really had no sentimental value to anyone alive today, so they decided to sell it to a better cause. They had become instant millionaires; not that the money mattered, but it was nice being financially secure.
Helga walked out of the house in a short skirt and a peasant top that was-- pink. Pink sandals adorned her feet as her long blond hair was braided back nicely, completing her attire. He admired her as she walked over to his car, her hips moving side to side hypnotizing him.
They drove to school and talked about his parents and the green-eyed people. He told her that they knew him, even though he never met them and they had hidden the special necklaces that you needed to get into the city somewhere in the boarding house, so no one would ever be able to get back in there.
Their first class went by quickly, probably because there was a substitute teacher, already so early in the year. When they reached their English class, the teacher summoned for them to sit down quickly as she passed out the results of their soulmates. It had been done by computer, so it was quick, but accurate. When Helga got hers, her eyes nearly popped out of her head to see the first name on her list.
Love Test Results:
Arnold:100%
Compatibility: You are more aggressive and he is more sensitive, therefore, the two elements balance out to a perfect relationship.
It made sense to her, but who was to know Arnold. Fate dealt a good hand, especially now. There ware many other nice boys in her class; but who cares! She got Arnold!
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Translations:
1) Bueno clase, hay solo cinco minutos, encontra un cumpañero y baile contigo.
Well class, there is only five minutes, find a partner and dance with me.
Me encotrar.
I'd love to.
Okay clase, bailaremos el tango. Ahora, ¡mire!
Okay class, we are going to dance the tango. Now, watch!
Bueno clase, ¡baile! ¡Ahora!
Well class, dance! Now!
Bueno, está es mi español. (Well, that's my spanish.) I'm taking spanish class, and they don't dance the tango in France (or at least I don't think they do) and I wanted to make a reference back to the April Fools ep. I know it would be kinda weird to hear someone tell you they love you, and the next day to be back to friends, but remember. She told him when they saved the neighborhood, and he's now in--*slaps hand over mouth* Okay, I won't give any more away. I'm listening to a CD that some students in my school put together and I found this perfect song! I'll write a song fic and post it asap, so look out for 'Midnight Rain.' I'm also writing a song fic to Mandy Moor's song, 'Cry.' I have about 5-7 other short fics that I've worked on and still need to type up and post. That's what Chrismas Break is for, but that doesn't start till Saturday. I'm lucky I was able to type this up. I've also got Search which will be up shortly, two other chapter fics I'm working on before posting, and I have to completely fix What Will Come of Pretending. I have to also work on the sequel for this story. It will be done soon. The next chapter is the last for this story, but tell me in a review if I should just attach the sequel to this story, and continue it longer, or start a new story, as the sequel. I like feedback. Bye!:D
C ya l8ter
Arnoldnhelga4eva
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold
Hey! Long time no see. I had a little time so I was able to type this chapter up. I'm sorry to say next chapter is my last, until my sequel which has one chapter written, but I know everything I want to happen. It will be good, I promise. I've got so many ideas floating around in my head I'm surprised I can remember them all, especially since I have a really short term memory. I'm happy because I've been getting really neat presents from my Secret Santa. They're inside jokes, so none of you would ever understand them, it's between me and my dance team (we're doing them for dance. Me and my group of friends decided not to do Secret Santa.) I'm excited to find out who it is because I have no clue. Anyway, you probably want to read the story, so here it is, Chapter 4
Chapter 4: Getting Closer to Each Other
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Honk! Honk! Arnold was honking the horn from outside. Helga appeared at the door just as Arnold got out of his car and opened Helga's door. She got in and he shut the door, then walked to his own side and set off.
The drive there was quiet and you could cut the tension with a butter knife. It didn't help much that Arnold knew of Helga's secret. It only increased the tension ten-fold.
Arnold looked around for a parking spot. After being unsuccessful, he pulled up to the curb that said "NO PARKING", fire lane.
'Don't park there Arnoldo! It'll get towed.' She warned.
'It's okay, I've done this before,' he responded. She just sighed and got a kick in the pit of her stomach, sensing something would go wrong.
They walked to class silently as well. Mrs. Bowner looked at Helga skeptically since after a day she was so famous for her wit in that class. The day passed by slowly, as if for years. The only interesting thing that happened was taking a love quiz to find your 'soul mate' in English class. How dumb. The whole school was taking this test, and you would be 'compatible' with people, but one would have the greatest percentage of compatibility. Their last class together, Spanish four went by the slowest as their teacher droned on about verbs and grammar.
'Bueno clase, hay solo cinco minutos, encontra un cumpañero y baile contigo.' The teacher shouted excitedly. The class thought the teacher was crazy; although that wasn't far from the truth. Arnold looked around and noticed several guys fighting to be Helga's partner. Jealousy flared up in his chest as he walked over to Helga and asked her to be his partner. This was a great step on his part, especially after what happened yesterday.
'S-sure football head. Me encotrar.' She ended with a small giggle. The guys all glared at Arnold, but he didn't care; he got the most beautiful girl as his partner. He was starting to see her in a different light, ever since yesterday. It was coming onto him so suddenly, but he was realizing he was starting to--'
'Okay clase, bailaremos el tango. Ahora, ¡mire!' The teacher yelled and did a few steps with an invisible partner. Arnold and Helga blushed and thought back to that April Fools day. They looked at one another and smiled sheepishly.
'Bueno clase, ¡baile! ¡Ahora!' he shouted. The class obeyed; Arnold snaked his arm on Helga's back and she placed her hand on his shoulder. Their remaining hands met and the teacher put on the music. They started dancing to the song; dancing in between desks and students, they were only being competitive against one another, just like in fourth grade.
Arnold twirled Helga out and brought her back to him, hugging her body tightly against his. The class stopped dancing and watched the two face off; that's what this really was, a face off. Somehow their subconscious minds heard the word tango and it suddenly became a competition. They could both feel the heat between them as they continued, staring deeply into the eye of their counterpart. That feeling returned to Arnold.
'Don't you think you're being a little rough?' Helga asked as Arnold dipped her, his nose pressed against hers. He brought her back up to his level with their noses still touching and whispered loud enough for her to hear,
"What? Don't you trust me Helga?'
'After what happened last time, no.' she responded. He smirked and twirled her once again. The music diminished and the class broke out in applause, except the guys who wanted to dance with her.
'I would've been much better.' One of them mumbled.
Arnold and Helga both took bows and returned to their seats. They stole glances at one another during the rest of the hour.
~*()*~
When school let out, Arnold and Helga went to find Arnold's car, but it was not where he parked it. Helga started freaking out.
'What!?' Where's your car football head!? Huh!? I bet they towed it just like I said they would!' she screamed at him. He put his hands up in defeat.
'Okay, okay. We're just going to call my parents, and they'll come pick us up. Then I'll go get my car.'
Helga sat on the curb until Arnold was finished on his phone. He waked over with a sad look on his face.
'I couldn't get a hold of them, and our maid has the day off.' Arnold told Helga, scared of what her reaction might be. He was very right to be scared. An enraged Helga bolted up off the curb.
'Great! What are we going to do!?' Helga shouted in his face. He tensed up a little, but then decided not to show it, so he fired back at her.
'Look Helga, your guess is probably as good as mine, but why don't we call your parents?' as soon as the words left his mouth, he knew they were the wrong words to say. A sad look fell on her face and she turned away from him.
'Yeah, give that one a try Arnoldo.' She replied half-heartedly. He became sad that she was and got that feeling again. He walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder, sending a shock between the two. Slowly she looked up to meet his gaze until he was the one to break the stare this time.
'Well, the bus already left and the parking lot is empty, so I guess we're going to have to walk.' She was thrown out of her daydream as she huffed and rolled her eyes, walking away from him; starting on her way home.
Halfway home, Helga started complaining that her feet hurt. Arnold, being the nice guy he is, offered a ride on his back. She quickly jumped to the chance, both of them forgetting about Helga's secret; Arnold not sharing his--not yet. Not after one long night of thoughts stirring in his head, keeping him awake for hours pondering if it was true, if it was right--if it would work.
'I can't believe I got mud on my shoes.'
'Careful, you're starting to sound like Rhonda.' Arnold joked breathlessly. She laughed slightly and he was pleased to know he succeeded in making her laugh, but soon became extremely tired, 'Helga, I'm really tired. Could you please get off.' As she slipped off his back, her foot got caught in the loop in his jeans as it sent them both tumbling to the ground, with Arnold on top of Helga. A car passing by honked the horn at them as Arnold and Helga recomposed themselves. Helga watched the car and recognized it as.
'That's Brittany's car!' she exclaimed. Quickly she pulled her phone from her pocked and dialed a few numbers before she waited for an answer.
'Hello?' someone answered. Helga could hear her friend pull her phone from her ear and laugh in the background.
'Brittany, come pick us up!'
'Who?' she asked priggishly. She knew very well who.
'Me and Arnold! You know who, the ones you honked your horn at!'
'All right ladies and gentlemen, we will be taking a short detour--' she said as she hung up the phone. Helga shook her head as she put her phone away.
'Well, Brittany's coming. I don't know why I didn't think of that before.' Just as Arnold got up from the ground, Brittany's car could be seen hurdling down the street toward them. She took a large U-turn, almost hitting a car until she stopped in front of them. She rolled down the automatic window.
'Hey! Your ride leaves in twenty-ninetenn-eighteen-' Arnold and Helga scrambled into the car before she got to one, when which she took off again down the street, way over the speed limit.
~*()*~
'Thanks Brittany!' Helga yelled from her driveway, but she never heard Helga's thanks for she took off, out of the neighborhood. Arnold, who was standing right next to her, watching with wide eyes.
'WHERE did she ever get her drivers license?'
'I don't know. The driving schools here are dumb, but, I-I guess I'll see you tomorrow.'
'Y-yeah, okay. Oh and Helga?' She turned around back to him.
'Yeah?' He walked over to her until he was right in front of her.
'Thanks, I-I mean for everything.' Helga looked at him skeptically.
'Huh? What did I do for you?' He let out a light chuckle and looked at her.
'You showed me around the school, you introduced me to your friends and-- you kept my secret.' She looked at him as a smile formed in her lips. She did something that shocked him; something she would never normally do.
She hugged him.
He hugged her back and was feeling comfortable in her arms. He never wanted to leave. It had only been a few days since they were reunited, but he was sure he had fallen in--
'Hey,' she said suddenly, pulling away from him. He suddenly felt disconnected, and something missing, 'What do you say we go clubbing on Friday? It's only two days. We can bring Ashley, Brittany, Josh, Aaron, and party all night.' He loved the idea.
'Sure,' he replied. He was starting to feel like he was acting like a total idiot in front of Helga. Here she was, the most popular girl in the school. He had to get home or he might faint. He always got goofy like that in front of girls, 'Hey, I got to get home. I'll call you, okay?' He and Helga had already traded phone numbers during their third hour class, History. What a boring class.
They talked that night on the phone, mostly Arnold telling Helga stories of Hillwood, and Helga telling him about Minnesota. Then they started talking about Arnold's parents and their occurrences with the green-eyed people. Curiosity got the better of Helga and she couldn't control herself.
'Where do the green-eyed people live?' He hesitated to tell her a moment, but decided she'd keep it safe. What he didn't notice was the little microphone attached to his window.
'Okay, but remember. You have to keep it a secret.' He hesitated, then let out the air in his lungs and told her. 'They live in San Lorenzo, in an area not included on any map, except the one my father drew. You have to go through this sacred shrine to get in.' at the word shrine, Helga blushed a little. She thought back to those young days when she had a shrine dedicated to him. They said their good nights and hung up; not being able to wait for the next day.
When the next day came, Arnold waited outside Helga's house in one of his father's cars. One thing Helga had never asked him was how his family got so much money. When they had returned from San Lorenzo, they brought with them a precious artifact that was immediately bought by a museum. It really had no sentimental value to anyone alive today, so they decided to sell it to a better cause. They had become instant millionaires; not that the money mattered, but it was nice being financially secure.
Helga walked out of the house in a short skirt and a peasant top that was-- pink. Pink sandals adorned her feet as her long blond hair was braided back nicely, completing her attire. He admired her as she walked over to his car, her hips moving side to side hypnotizing him.
They drove to school and talked about his parents and the green-eyed people. He told her that they knew him, even though he never met them and they had hidden the special necklaces that you needed to get into the city somewhere in the boarding house, so no one would ever be able to get back in there.
Their first class went by quickly, probably because there was a substitute teacher, already so early in the year. When they reached their English class, the teacher summoned for them to sit down quickly as she passed out the results of their soulmates. It had been done by computer, so it was quick, but accurate. When Helga got hers, her eyes nearly popped out of her head to see the first name on her list.
Love Test Results:
Arnold:100%
Compatibility: You are more aggressive and he is more sensitive, therefore, the two elements balance out to a perfect relationship.
It made sense to her, but who was to know Arnold. Fate dealt a good hand, especially now. There ware many other nice boys in her class; but who cares! She got Arnold!
~*()*~
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Translations:
1) Bueno clase, hay solo cinco minutos, encontra un cumpañero y baile contigo.
Well class, there is only five minutes, find a partner and dance with me.
Me encotrar.
I'd love to.
Okay clase, bailaremos el tango. Ahora, ¡mire!
Okay class, we are going to dance the tango. Now, watch!
Bueno clase, ¡baile! ¡Ahora!
Well class, dance! Now!
Bueno, está es mi español. (Well, that's my spanish.) I'm taking spanish class, and they don't dance the tango in France (or at least I don't think they do) and I wanted to make a reference back to the April Fools ep. I know it would be kinda weird to hear someone tell you they love you, and the next day to be back to friends, but remember. She told him when they saved the neighborhood, and he's now in--*slaps hand over mouth* Okay, I won't give any more away. I'm listening to a CD that some students in my school put together and I found this perfect song! I'll write a song fic and post it asap, so look out for 'Midnight Rain.' I'm also writing a song fic to Mandy Moor's song, 'Cry.' I have about 5-7 other short fics that I've worked on and still need to type up and post. That's what Chrismas Break is for, but that doesn't start till Saturday. I'm lucky I was able to type this up. I've also got Search which will be up shortly, two other chapter fics I'm working on before posting, and I have to completely fix What Will Come of Pretending. I have to also work on the sequel for this story. It will be done soon. The next chapter is the last for this story, but tell me in a review if I should just attach the sequel to this story, and continue it longer, or start a new story, as the sequel. I like feedback. Bye!:D
C ya l8ter
Arnoldnhelga4eva