The past comes acourting
"Hello Rapunzel!" the crazy old lady said as she came down the stairs.
"Hi" Helga said putting her bags down. She saw a boy come down behind her. Arnold!
"Hi Helga" he said smiling. Helga smiled back. She kept expecting her heart to leap into her throat the way it always used to do when she saw him.
"Hey football head, long time no see" she joked. Arnold just smiled.
"Arnold don't just stand there show her to her room" Phil said walking into the room. Arnold stood up and indicated for her to follow. She grabbed 2 bags while mark grabbed her other 3 and walked up the stairs behind them. The walked along the hall and to the end. Arnold opened a door to admit Helga. There was a comfortable looking bed, light pink wallpaper and a chest of drawers for her clothes. She walked in a little further and noted the wardrobe in the far corner. There was plenty of space for her stuff. But then she had other stuff that was supposed to be arriving. She dropped her bags in a corner and flopped down on the bed. She stared at the ceiling and sighed. She sat up when she heard a thump. Mark had dropped her bags IN the DOORWAY! She got up and walked over to them. She grabbed 2 and carted them to the corner. Arnold was nice enough to get the other one. Helga turned to look at Mark who was standing in her room.
"Get out of MY room Mark" she snapped. He blinked, looked at her then Arnold scowled then stomped off down the hallway. Arnold didn't say anything; he just stood there looking at her. 'He's analyzing me' Helga realized. "Don't worry football head I'm not crazy like my mum or vicious like my dad. You may actually live to see tomorrow morning" she said sarcastically and fell back onto the bed. Arnold left the room and came back with a chair.
"There was a desk in here but we moved it. We didn't know what you were going to bring," he said as he sat down.
"Yeah" Helga started feeling scared and shaking. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes and started to cry. The shock of what had happened had finally caught up with her...
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"Here we go Rapunzel" Arnold's grandmother (a.k.a. crazy old lady) said putting some chicken on her plate.
"Thankyou" Helga said, picking up her fork. She stabbed a piece of chicken and watched it fall off. She tried again. It was now on and looking secure enough to bring up to her mouth.
"Gravy!" she heard before a nice smelling brownish liquid hit her plate. Helga looked at the stuff. It smelt good but looked a little lumpy. "I left it a little to long" she was told.
"Pookie, you always leave the gravy on to long," Phil said.
"Don't start with me Phil" she started. Then they started bickering. She looked at Arnold but he just winked at her and started eating. She waited as vegetables were then dumped on her plate. When nothing else was going to come she started eating. She felt rather then saw Arnold's eyes on her, she looked up and he had this look on his face. Like he was looking at a stranger, who had just come into his house, sat down and started eating. She lifted an eyebrow at him. He smiled and shook his head.
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Arnold continued looking at Helga every now and then. 'Boy have her table manners changed' he thought and smiled to himself. He hadn't realized until a little earlier, that he had missed Helga calling him football head. He didn't mind now as much as he did then. It was a nickname and she wasn't using it aggressively or anything. He was a little worried about her though. In her room the shock of everything happening today had caused her to have what he thought was a little breakdown. She looked exhausted. When he had finished he got up with his plate and started to carry it out when Helga got up to. She hadn't eaten everything on her plate and when asked if she wanted desert she refused and asked to be excused. When his parents consented she left the room dragging her feet and yawning. He made a mental note to check on her before he went to bed...
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Helga was just drifting off to sleep when she heard someone knocking on her door.
"Come in" she called and looked to see who it was. Arnold. He had a concerned look on his face as he walked over to her.
"Are you feeling okay?" he asked sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Fine. I'm just so tired," she said. She had a flashback on all those childhood dreams in which something like this would happen. "You know Arnold, I never really hated you" she said quietly.
"Yeah I kind of figured that. You always hurt the ones you love most right?" he asked.
"Something like that yeah. What made you use the word love?" she asked.
"Phoebe and Gerald were over one day" he handed her a little pink book.
'Uh oh' was Helga's first thought.
"Phoebe recognized your writing. She also mentioned you had lots of little notebooks like this one" he smiled. "It was nice to know someone cared about me so much," he said.
Helga felt that familiar feeling she hadn't had in a long time. She was head over heels in love with Arnold. Again. 'Although maybe I never fell out of love with him' she thought.
"Good night Helga" he said and kissed her cheek.
"Night Arnold. Nice seeing you again football head" she replied grinning evilly. He just smiled and walked out the door closing it behind him.
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I'm a busy person, so if I should be bothered doing anymore to this "story" review.
Later!
"Hello Rapunzel!" the crazy old lady said as she came down the stairs.
"Hi" Helga said putting her bags down. She saw a boy come down behind her. Arnold!
"Hi Helga" he said smiling. Helga smiled back. She kept expecting her heart to leap into her throat the way it always used to do when she saw him.
"Hey football head, long time no see" she joked. Arnold just smiled.
"Arnold don't just stand there show her to her room" Phil said walking into the room. Arnold stood up and indicated for her to follow. She grabbed 2 bags while mark grabbed her other 3 and walked up the stairs behind them. The walked along the hall and to the end. Arnold opened a door to admit Helga. There was a comfortable looking bed, light pink wallpaper and a chest of drawers for her clothes. She walked in a little further and noted the wardrobe in the far corner. There was plenty of space for her stuff. But then she had other stuff that was supposed to be arriving. She dropped her bags in a corner and flopped down on the bed. She stared at the ceiling and sighed. She sat up when she heard a thump. Mark had dropped her bags IN the DOORWAY! She got up and walked over to them. She grabbed 2 and carted them to the corner. Arnold was nice enough to get the other one. Helga turned to look at Mark who was standing in her room.
"Get out of MY room Mark" she snapped. He blinked, looked at her then Arnold scowled then stomped off down the hallway. Arnold didn't say anything; he just stood there looking at her. 'He's analyzing me' Helga realized. "Don't worry football head I'm not crazy like my mum or vicious like my dad. You may actually live to see tomorrow morning" she said sarcastically and fell back onto the bed. Arnold left the room and came back with a chair.
"There was a desk in here but we moved it. We didn't know what you were going to bring," he said as he sat down.
"Yeah" Helga started feeling scared and shaking. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes and started to cry. The shock of what had happened had finally caught up with her...
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"Here we go Rapunzel" Arnold's grandmother (a.k.a. crazy old lady) said putting some chicken on her plate.
"Thankyou" Helga said, picking up her fork. She stabbed a piece of chicken and watched it fall off. She tried again. It was now on and looking secure enough to bring up to her mouth.
"Gravy!" she heard before a nice smelling brownish liquid hit her plate. Helga looked at the stuff. It smelt good but looked a little lumpy. "I left it a little to long" she was told.
"Pookie, you always leave the gravy on to long," Phil said.
"Don't start with me Phil" she started. Then they started bickering. She looked at Arnold but he just winked at her and started eating. She waited as vegetables were then dumped on her plate. When nothing else was going to come she started eating. She felt rather then saw Arnold's eyes on her, she looked up and he had this look on his face. Like he was looking at a stranger, who had just come into his house, sat down and started eating. She lifted an eyebrow at him. He smiled and shook his head.
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Arnold continued looking at Helga every now and then. 'Boy have her table manners changed' he thought and smiled to himself. He hadn't realized until a little earlier, that he had missed Helga calling him football head. He didn't mind now as much as he did then. It was a nickname and she wasn't using it aggressively or anything. He was a little worried about her though. In her room the shock of everything happening today had caused her to have what he thought was a little breakdown. She looked exhausted. When he had finished he got up with his plate and started to carry it out when Helga got up to. She hadn't eaten everything on her plate and when asked if she wanted desert she refused and asked to be excused. When his parents consented she left the room dragging her feet and yawning. He made a mental note to check on her before he went to bed...
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Helga was just drifting off to sleep when she heard someone knocking on her door.
"Come in" she called and looked to see who it was. Arnold. He had a concerned look on his face as he walked over to her.
"Are you feeling okay?" he asked sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Fine. I'm just so tired," she said. She had a flashback on all those childhood dreams in which something like this would happen. "You know Arnold, I never really hated you" she said quietly.
"Yeah I kind of figured that. You always hurt the ones you love most right?" he asked.
"Something like that yeah. What made you use the word love?" she asked.
"Phoebe and Gerald were over one day" he handed her a little pink book.
'Uh oh' was Helga's first thought.
"Phoebe recognized your writing. She also mentioned you had lots of little notebooks like this one" he smiled. "It was nice to know someone cared about me so much," he said.
Helga felt that familiar feeling she hadn't had in a long time. She was head over heels in love with Arnold. Again. 'Although maybe I never fell out of love with him' she thought.
"Good night Helga" he said and kissed her cheek.
"Night Arnold. Nice seeing you again football head" she replied grinning evilly. He just smiled and walked out the door closing it behind him.
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I'm a busy person, so if I should be bothered doing anymore to this "story" review.
Later!