Thanx to everyone who reviewed. Sorry bout the wait. Btw, new readers, this
story will make better sense if you read the prequel, Forgive Me Love, its
under my username, thanx again. if ur too lazy here's the url:
Saiyan Butterfly: ^.^ u must be psychic-(u'll understand what I mean when you read this :p) glad u liked the previous chappies
Chelsey: ^.^* well I did keep going.o course it was a bit of a wait but I have finally installed the last chappie..glad u liked the last one
Key: =blah= -italics "blah" -spoken
Btw, I've dubbed a really weird last name for Arnold.I don't care if its his or not I like it and it is the last name of one of the members of my comic book The Gothic Hippies. Btw The Gothic Hippies is copyright Taryn so there!
Simple Evidence
By Taryn Burt
Chapter 2: Case Closed
Helga gaped at Arnold, jaw on the floor, making non-syllabic noises. "You WHAT!?"
"I love you." The last thing Helga saw was Arnold's face before the whole world turned black.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Helga awoke , wincing at the bright light, and groaned at her aching headache. "Ugh, what happened?" she asked to no one in particular. A cool hand placed itself on her forehead. She turned and saw the origin of the hand, Arnold. He laughed.
"Don't you remember?"
"Remember what?" she asked suspiciously.
"You fainted my dear." Then it all came crashing around her. Arnold in her bed. Arnold telling her he knew she had been in his house. Arnold telling her he loved her. Arnold. Arnold. Arnold. Arnold. (a/n: don't you love copy and paste?] She sat up and the world spun a little. "Careful," he said, "don't sit up too fast" He put a hand on her shoulder and she calmed at the comforting warmth.
"This isn't some kind of joke is it," she finally spoke, breaking the comfy silence.
"Of course not! I'm not that mean."
"How long?" He shut his eyes, thinking, and Helga smiled at the cute image of him chewing on his lower lip.
"About since the middle of 11th grade, when you and Stinky broke up for the last time." Helga slapped him upside the head.
"Baka! (idiot, pretend she learned useful ;) Japanese from phoebe] Why didn't you tell me sooner!"
"Well I didn't know you liked me until the end of senior year (he figured after the whole confession thing in the movie that she had gotten over him] and when I did find out I wanted you to tell me when you were ready too." Helga smiled at his consideration.
Helga thought a moment. "So I like you, you like me, and we both know the other likes them, so what are we now?"
"Relationship wise?" Helga nodded. "Well I'm hoping we can be friends and then work our way up from there, you know get to know each other."
"Arnold, sugarcake, we've known each other since we were three, I can only hope we know each other well enough to make it straight to the boyfriend/girlfriend stage." Arnold smiled.
"Very well, but you must tell me everything about you that I don't know."
"The same goes for you!"
"Very well." Helga leaned back, resting her head on the headboard of her bed, finally realizing that she had been placed under the covers and Arnold now sat on the edge of the bed, although visibly closer than she had been. They stared at each other, just smiling and Arnold reached out to her. He petted her face with the back of his hand and Helga leaned into the warm skin on her cheek. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the gentle petting until she felt hot air on her face.
She peered through half-lidded eyes long enough to see Arnold leaning in to kiss her. Her eyelashes tangled with Arnold's as he placed his gentle lips on hers. It was warm, a little wet, and held such tender love in it Helga got a lump in her throat. Again and again, Arnold placed those sweet lips on hers and she was intoxicated with his smell, his taste, his touch, everything around her was magnified but paled in comparison to Arnold. He smelled of shampoo, after shave and flowers, which was pure enough smell to Helga to make her breath in every chance she had. His hand cupping her face and the other on her shoulder, were so warm, they sent shivers up her cold body.
But it was his lips that held such fascination with her. They were warm, soft and kinda squishy, just right for her, but the taste was made her come back for more. Each time he kissed her, the heady taste of peaches and cinnamon and chocolate enveloped her. Again and again they kissed until finally they stopped.
Sighing, Arnold laid down next to Helga, and nuzzled her fair. Helga purred at the content feeling she had and then whispered into Arnold's ear. He giggled at the soft air being blown in his ear and then his breath caught as he heard Helga's words.
"I love you too, Arnold Verminhine."
Saiyan Butterfly: ^.^ u must be psychic-(u'll understand what I mean when you read this :p) glad u liked the previous chappies
Chelsey: ^.^* well I did keep going.o course it was a bit of a wait but I have finally installed the last chappie..glad u liked the last one
Key: =blah= -italics "blah" -spoken
Btw, I've dubbed a really weird last name for Arnold.I don't care if its his or not I like it and it is the last name of one of the members of my comic book The Gothic Hippies. Btw The Gothic Hippies is copyright Taryn so there!
Simple Evidence
By Taryn Burt
Chapter 2: Case Closed
Helga gaped at Arnold, jaw on the floor, making non-syllabic noises. "You WHAT!?"
"I love you." The last thing Helga saw was Arnold's face before the whole world turned black.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Helga awoke , wincing at the bright light, and groaned at her aching headache. "Ugh, what happened?" she asked to no one in particular. A cool hand placed itself on her forehead. She turned and saw the origin of the hand, Arnold. He laughed.
"Don't you remember?"
"Remember what?" she asked suspiciously.
"You fainted my dear." Then it all came crashing around her. Arnold in her bed. Arnold telling her he knew she had been in his house. Arnold telling her he loved her. Arnold. Arnold. Arnold. Arnold. (a/n: don't you love copy and paste?] She sat up and the world spun a little. "Careful," he said, "don't sit up too fast" He put a hand on her shoulder and she calmed at the comforting warmth.
"This isn't some kind of joke is it," she finally spoke, breaking the comfy silence.
"Of course not! I'm not that mean."
"How long?" He shut his eyes, thinking, and Helga smiled at the cute image of him chewing on his lower lip.
"About since the middle of 11th grade, when you and Stinky broke up for the last time." Helga slapped him upside the head.
"Baka! (idiot, pretend she learned useful ;) Japanese from phoebe] Why didn't you tell me sooner!"
"Well I didn't know you liked me until the end of senior year (he figured after the whole confession thing in the movie that she had gotten over him] and when I did find out I wanted you to tell me when you were ready too." Helga smiled at his consideration.
Helga thought a moment. "So I like you, you like me, and we both know the other likes them, so what are we now?"
"Relationship wise?" Helga nodded. "Well I'm hoping we can be friends and then work our way up from there, you know get to know each other."
"Arnold, sugarcake, we've known each other since we were three, I can only hope we know each other well enough to make it straight to the boyfriend/girlfriend stage." Arnold smiled.
"Very well, but you must tell me everything about you that I don't know."
"The same goes for you!"
"Very well." Helga leaned back, resting her head on the headboard of her bed, finally realizing that she had been placed under the covers and Arnold now sat on the edge of the bed, although visibly closer than she had been. They stared at each other, just smiling and Arnold reached out to her. He petted her face with the back of his hand and Helga leaned into the warm skin on her cheek. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the gentle petting until she felt hot air on her face.
She peered through half-lidded eyes long enough to see Arnold leaning in to kiss her. Her eyelashes tangled with Arnold's as he placed his gentle lips on hers. It was warm, a little wet, and held such tender love in it Helga got a lump in her throat. Again and again, Arnold placed those sweet lips on hers and she was intoxicated with his smell, his taste, his touch, everything around her was magnified but paled in comparison to Arnold. He smelled of shampoo, after shave and flowers, which was pure enough smell to Helga to make her breath in every chance she had. His hand cupping her face and the other on her shoulder, were so warm, they sent shivers up her cold body.
But it was his lips that held such fascination with her. They were warm, soft and kinda squishy, just right for her, but the taste was made her come back for more. Each time he kissed her, the heady taste of peaches and cinnamon and chocolate enveloped her. Again and again they kissed until finally they stopped.
Sighing, Arnold laid down next to Helga, and nuzzled her fair. Helga purred at the content feeling she had and then whispered into Arnold's ear. He giggled at the soft air being blown in his ear and then his breath caught as he heard Helga's words.
"I love you too, Arnold Verminhine."
