I'm no longer in a bad writer's block! It may come back, but, 'til then, I'm writing more, and
more! Ok, well, I might not be, 'cause I'm obsessed with my new playstation game, and THERE
IS A SPIDER THAT WON'T GET OFF MY DESK ON MY DESK, AND I HATE
SPIDERS!!!!!!!! *runs away twitching and itching* *runs back quickly with a fly swatter high
above her head* The reason that would keep me away from my fan-fic was because I would be
terrified that it would climb up my shirt sleeve. *screams, and sends fly swatter down as hard as
she can on the small black spider* * sits back down* sorry for all the talk, but I LOVE to talk.
^_^ *looks down and sees that the spider isn't actually dead* *face goes pale, eyes roll back in
her head, and she falls backwards in her chair* I'm ok...
Disclaimer: don't own anything, but my fan-fic ideas and fan art.
Ah, man... this is awful. My old deepest darkest secret, revealed. I began to stutter, and make
hand motions. He began to breath more heavily, and his eyes began to grow. "Uh... you see. Not
exactly.... no, uh... well... oh, ahh...." my words tripped over themselves. I was in a mess of a
mess. I sighed, and looked at Arnold, my eyes almost filled up with tears. "Yes..." I whined,
flopping down onto one of the chairs, and began to cry lightly. Now, he's going to think I still feel
that way, and I have no idea if I do! No, I don't.
He got up from the couch, and walked over to me. He kneeled down, and lifted my head up to
look at him. "Why didn't you tell me then?" he asked, his eyes looking very confused. Well, I
would be confused too if I were in his shoes!
I sniffled, and took my eyes away from his. "Because I was afraid," I said, not planning on
continuing. I looked back into his eyes, and they were still confused. Come on, wasn't he ever
afraid that one that he had a crush on would find out and not like him back?
"Of what?" he asked, scooting a little closer to me. I backed away a little, and looked away from
him, yet again. Didn't he know how hard this was for me?
"Not being loved back..." I whispered, hoping beyond hope that he hadn't heard. I looked into his
face; he still had about the same expression, except his mouth was curled into a half smile. What
does he have to smile about?
"Do you still feel that way?" he asked, getting closer, again. I scooted back again, and looked
away again. No, I hope not... no! Of course not. I DO NOT love Arnold. Even when I did, I
didn't, because it was just a crush... 'that is still here.' ack, no! Conscious, please go away! 'Nu
uh.' yes! 'No.' yes! 'Yes.' no! 'Ha! I'm staying, and you're going to tell him that you still feel the
same.' stupid conscious!
"Arnold, Helga! Miles and Stella are here! Time for dinner!" Phil called from the kitchen. I sighed,
smiled, and relaxed. Arnold looked over his shoulder, and growled. He looked back at me, and
smiled.
"Arnold? What's going on in that football shaped head of your's?" I asked, as he got closer. 'See, I
told you he likes you-likes you! He's going to kiss you!' no, no he's not! He was getting closer,
closer... he was only a centimeter away from my face. "Arnold..." I said, trying to get him to back
away. Oh crap, he is going to, isn't he? He wrapped his arms around me, and pressed his lips
against mine. I was hanging limp in his arms, my eyes wide. Do I like it? 'Yes, yes you do.' well,
that told me. No, I don't. I pushed him away, and he gave me another confused look. "Arnold... I
don't feel that way any more. Once you had left and supposedly died, my feelings died too. I'm
sorry, but I like you just as a friend now." I said, and he looked down.
"This always happens to me, doesn't it?" he asked, sounding angry. I gave him a confused look,
and he looked up. "Every time I tell a girl I like her-like her, she always tells me that she only likes
me. Remember that time you were climbing that tree and heard Lila and my conversation? Same
thing!" he said, and stood up. He turned on his heel, and stomped out of the room.
Oh no... I was acting like my nemesis, miss-Lila-goody-two-shoes? 'Yes, you were, Helga. I'm
very disappointed in you! The one you used to obsess over kisses you on his own free will, and
you pushed him away and tell him that you only like him as a friend! I'm leaving, and never
coming back. You're on your own, sister.' my conscious decided to leave? I must be going crazy.
I stood up, and walked into the kitchen. All of them were sitting at the table, about ready to eat. I
sat down, and looked at Arnold's parents. Wow, he really did look a lot like both of them. Hair
like his dad, head like his mom except a little wider. I looked over to him, and saw him quickly
turn his head away from me.
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"Arnold... I'm sorry." Helga whispered to me while we were in the middle of dinner. I turned my
head to her, and frowned. "I just don't feel that way any more!" yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. You
said that already.
"Shut... up." I whispered back, and looked back down at my food. I continued eating, and she
continued telling me sorry.
If she says 'I'm sorry' one more time... "Arnold, I'm really, really, REALLY sorry. I didn't mean
to hurt you so bad." I clenched my fists, and turned my head to her so quickly she jumped.
"Now listen, Helga; you don't feel that way any more, it's fine. You say sorry once, it's fine. But,
if you say sorry any more times, I'll remain on the fact that you just like me forever and never be
able to think about anything else. So, please, I'm begging you, stop saying sorry!" I whispered
back harshly; and a little bit too loud. I looked around at the others, and saw that they were all
staring at me. I blushed, and rested my head on my arms on the table.
She blinked at me, then looked down at her plate. "Ok, no more sorrys." she said sadly, and began
to eat again. This dinner is going great now, isn't it? Just in case you were wondering, I was being
sarcastic.
"Um... err, well," grandpa said, trying to get the attention away from me and Helga, I figure.
"What is going on between you two?" he asked. Ok, so I was wrong, not trying to get the
attention away from us.
I sighed, and looked up at grandpa. "Nothing, grandpa. Absolutely nothing." I said, and sat up
straight. I wiped my mouth off, and said, "Now I think I'm going to go back home. Bye
everyone." I said, grabbed my plate, put it in the kitchen, and walked outside. When I finally got
outside, I smiled. "Nothing yet. I still am with Rhonda, and as long as I still am I'm going to try
and get Helga to feel the same old feelings she used to feel for me." I laughed a little, and began
to run home. I should have taken my car, it would have been faster. Oh well. I'll take it
tomorrow.
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I fluttered my eyes open, and stretched, yawning. Last night was not a good night. Poor Arnold. I
could tell he really didn't like the fact that every girl, including me which is surprising, that he
likes-likes doesn't like-like him back. 'You do so like-like him back.' you came back? Why?
'Come on, you don't know? You're helpless without me!' am not. 'Are too.' am not! 'Are so!'
am not, not, not! 'Are not.' am too! Dang! Stupid conscious. I bet you're smirking, aren't you?!
'how'd you know?' oh, just a lucky guess!!!
I jumped out of bed, slipped out of my skimpy nightgown and into a long sleeved pink and blue
striped shirt and blue tight fitting capris. I ran a brush through my short blonde, then put it up in
the same hairdo as yesterday. I slipped on a pair of white tennis shoes, tied them, added a slight
touch of makeup, and ran downstairs. I ran into the kitchen, and grabbed a piece of pumpkin
bread that I made yesterday, and we had for dessert last night.
I stuck it in my mouth, and said, "Bye Fertie, Phil! I'mf goingf fo fchool!" hey, you know how
hard it is to talk with your mouth full! I ran out the door, and screeched to a halt. There parked in
front of the house was Arnold in a old style convertible. I walked up to the car, and chewed the
rest of the bread up. "Arnold, what are you doing here?" I asked, leaning on the car.
"I came to pick you up to go to school." he said with a smile. I began to say something, but he
interrupted, "I know, I know, we're just friends and you have a boyfriend, but I figured you
would rather ride in a car then ride on that dusty bus that hurts your eyes." I sighed, and hopped
in.
"Actually, the bus doesn't seem all that dusty to me, but oh well. It kept my money in my
pocket." 'And you're happy to be with the boy of your dreams...' am not, and he is not the boy of
my dreams! Spike is! I looked over to him, and saw him half smiling. "What is it?"
"Nothing." he sang, turned his head to the road, started the car, and drove off. A little while later,
he said, "Yeah, those kind of buses aren't that dusty. Sorry, I forgot. My mistake. But, too late,
you're already in my car so, you'll just have to suffer through being with me for less then a half
hour." he said that VERY jokingly.
"Ha, ha, ha, very funny." I said sarcastically. I crossed my arms, and looked out my window.
"Shouldn't you be picking up your girlfriend, miss Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd?" I asked, looking
back at him, and raising an eyebrow.
He looked at me with a smirk. "No, she lives too far away. Why would you care? Did you know
that you sound jealous?" I raised both my eyebrows, and laughed, shaking my head. Jealous?
Yeah, right. 'Yep, that's right. You are.' I am not even going to talk to you any more. 'Fine, suit
yourself, but I'm still going to be here nagging you.'
"How could you even think that I am jealous? And, the reason I care, is because I would think
that, even though it's me that you like-like, you'd pick her up instead of me." I said shrugging,
and looked back out the window. I looked back at him, and a thought struck me. "Hey, Arnold? I
was wondering when you fell for me?" I figured that it was probably when he didn't know it was
me when he walked into the classroom.
He blushed, and quickly looked at me then back at the road. "You probably think that it was when
I saw you in the classroom before I knew who you were, right?" how did he do that? I nodded my
head, and he chuckled. "Actually, it was before I went to look for my parents. You're the only
friend that I thought about while I was with my parents in San Lorenzo, can you believe that? At
the time, I kept thinking that I was scatterbrained to actually have a crush on you, Helga G.
Pataki, my personal tormentor. But I kept reminding myself that you had a good side."
I looked at him in shock. He liked me-like me for... for 6 years? What does that remind me of?
And for some strange reason, why hadn't he mentioned that one time on the FTI building? "Um,
Arnold? Do you think that the one time on the FTI building had something to do with your having
a crush on me?" he looked at me strangely, then looked back at the road.
"The FTI building? What does that have to do with..." his eyes grew wide, "oh... now I
remember! You told me about your secret! That's why I had gotten the crush on you!" he said as
he turned the car into the school parking lot. We got out, and walked into the school.
sorry that this chapter is ssssoooo short, but I'm writing this as fast as I can because I'm going to
a a movie in a second! Bye!
more! Ok, well, I might not be, 'cause I'm obsessed with my new playstation game, and THERE
IS A SPIDER THAT WON'T GET OFF MY DESK ON MY DESK, AND I HATE
SPIDERS!!!!!!!! *runs away twitching and itching* *runs back quickly with a fly swatter high
above her head* The reason that would keep me away from my fan-fic was because I would be
terrified that it would climb up my shirt sleeve. *screams, and sends fly swatter down as hard as
she can on the small black spider* * sits back down* sorry for all the talk, but I LOVE to talk.
^_^ *looks down and sees that the spider isn't actually dead* *face goes pale, eyes roll back in
her head, and she falls backwards in her chair* I'm ok...
Disclaimer: don't own anything, but my fan-fic ideas and fan art.
Ah, man... this is awful. My old deepest darkest secret, revealed. I began to stutter, and make
hand motions. He began to breath more heavily, and his eyes began to grow. "Uh... you see. Not
exactly.... no, uh... well... oh, ahh...." my words tripped over themselves. I was in a mess of a
mess. I sighed, and looked at Arnold, my eyes almost filled up with tears. "Yes..." I whined,
flopping down onto one of the chairs, and began to cry lightly. Now, he's going to think I still feel
that way, and I have no idea if I do! No, I don't.
He got up from the couch, and walked over to me. He kneeled down, and lifted my head up to
look at him. "Why didn't you tell me then?" he asked, his eyes looking very confused. Well, I
would be confused too if I were in his shoes!
I sniffled, and took my eyes away from his. "Because I was afraid," I said, not planning on
continuing. I looked back into his eyes, and they were still confused. Come on, wasn't he ever
afraid that one that he had a crush on would find out and not like him back?
"Of what?" he asked, scooting a little closer to me. I backed away a little, and looked away from
him, yet again. Didn't he know how hard this was for me?
"Not being loved back..." I whispered, hoping beyond hope that he hadn't heard. I looked into his
face; he still had about the same expression, except his mouth was curled into a half smile. What
does he have to smile about?
"Do you still feel that way?" he asked, getting closer, again. I scooted back again, and looked
away again. No, I hope not... no! Of course not. I DO NOT love Arnold. Even when I did, I
didn't, because it was just a crush... 'that is still here.' ack, no! Conscious, please go away! 'Nu
uh.' yes! 'No.' yes! 'Yes.' no! 'Ha! I'm staying, and you're going to tell him that you still feel the
same.' stupid conscious!
"Arnold, Helga! Miles and Stella are here! Time for dinner!" Phil called from the kitchen. I sighed,
smiled, and relaxed. Arnold looked over his shoulder, and growled. He looked back at me, and
smiled.
"Arnold? What's going on in that football shaped head of your's?" I asked, as he got closer. 'See, I
told you he likes you-likes you! He's going to kiss you!' no, no he's not! He was getting closer,
closer... he was only a centimeter away from my face. "Arnold..." I said, trying to get him to back
away. Oh crap, he is going to, isn't he? He wrapped his arms around me, and pressed his lips
against mine. I was hanging limp in his arms, my eyes wide. Do I like it? 'Yes, yes you do.' well,
that told me. No, I don't. I pushed him away, and he gave me another confused look. "Arnold... I
don't feel that way any more. Once you had left and supposedly died, my feelings died too. I'm
sorry, but I like you just as a friend now." I said, and he looked down.
"This always happens to me, doesn't it?" he asked, sounding angry. I gave him a confused look,
and he looked up. "Every time I tell a girl I like her-like her, she always tells me that she only likes
me. Remember that time you were climbing that tree and heard Lila and my conversation? Same
thing!" he said, and stood up. He turned on his heel, and stomped out of the room.
Oh no... I was acting like my nemesis, miss-Lila-goody-two-shoes? 'Yes, you were, Helga. I'm
very disappointed in you! The one you used to obsess over kisses you on his own free will, and
you pushed him away and tell him that you only like him as a friend! I'm leaving, and never
coming back. You're on your own, sister.' my conscious decided to leave? I must be going crazy.
I stood up, and walked into the kitchen. All of them were sitting at the table, about ready to eat. I
sat down, and looked at Arnold's parents. Wow, he really did look a lot like both of them. Hair
like his dad, head like his mom except a little wider. I looked over to him, and saw him quickly
turn his head away from me.
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"Arnold... I'm sorry." Helga whispered to me while we were in the middle of dinner. I turned my
head to her, and frowned. "I just don't feel that way any more!" yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. You
said that already.
"Shut... up." I whispered back, and looked back down at my food. I continued eating, and she
continued telling me sorry.
If she says 'I'm sorry' one more time... "Arnold, I'm really, really, REALLY sorry. I didn't mean
to hurt you so bad." I clenched my fists, and turned my head to her so quickly she jumped.
"Now listen, Helga; you don't feel that way any more, it's fine. You say sorry once, it's fine. But,
if you say sorry any more times, I'll remain on the fact that you just like me forever and never be
able to think about anything else. So, please, I'm begging you, stop saying sorry!" I whispered
back harshly; and a little bit too loud. I looked around at the others, and saw that they were all
staring at me. I blushed, and rested my head on my arms on the table.
She blinked at me, then looked down at her plate. "Ok, no more sorrys." she said sadly, and began
to eat again. This dinner is going great now, isn't it? Just in case you were wondering, I was being
sarcastic.
"Um... err, well," grandpa said, trying to get the attention away from me and Helga, I figure.
"What is going on between you two?" he asked. Ok, so I was wrong, not trying to get the
attention away from us.
I sighed, and looked up at grandpa. "Nothing, grandpa. Absolutely nothing." I said, and sat up
straight. I wiped my mouth off, and said, "Now I think I'm going to go back home. Bye
everyone." I said, grabbed my plate, put it in the kitchen, and walked outside. When I finally got
outside, I smiled. "Nothing yet. I still am with Rhonda, and as long as I still am I'm going to try
and get Helga to feel the same old feelings she used to feel for me." I laughed a little, and began
to run home. I should have taken my car, it would have been faster. Oh well. I'll take it
tomorrow.
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I fluttered my eyes open, and stretched, yawning. Last night was not a good night. Poor Arnold. I
could tell he really didn't like the fact that every girl, including me which is surprising, that he
likes-likes doesn't like-like him back. 'You do so like-like him back.' you came back? Why?
'Come on, you don't know? You're helpless without me!' am not. 'Are too.' am not! 'Are so!'
am not, not, not! 'Are not.' am too! Dang! Stupid conscious. I bet you're smirking, aren't you?!
'how'd you know?' oh, just a lucky guess!!!
I jumped out of bed, slipped out of my skimpy nightgown and into a long sleeved pink and blue
striped shirt and blue tight fitting capris. I ran a brush through my short blonde, then put it up in
the same hairdo as yesterday. I slipped on a pair of white tennis shoes, tied them, added a slight
touch of makeup, and ran downstairs. I ran into the kitchen, and grabbed a piece of pumpkin
bread that I made yesterday, and we had for dessert last night.
I stuck it in my mouth, and said, "Bye Fertie, Phil! I'mf goingf fo fchool!" hey, you know how
hard it is to talk with your mouth full! I ran out the door, and screeched to a halt. There parked in
front of the house was Arnold in a old style convertible. I walked up to the car, and chewed the
rest of the bread up. "Arnold, what are you doing here?" I asked, leaning on the car.
"I came to pick you up to go to school." he said with a smile. I began to say something, but he
interrupted, "I know, I know, we're just friends and you have a boyfriend, but I figured you
would rather ride in a car then ride on that dusty bus that hurts your eyes." I sighed, and hopped
in.
"Actually, the bus doesn't seem all that dusty to me, but oh well. It kept my money in my
pocket." 'And you're happy to be with the boy of your dreams...' am not, and he is not the boy of
my dreams! Spike is! I looked over to him, and saw him half smiling. "What is it?"
"Nothing." he sang, turned his head to the road, started the car, and drove off. A little while later,
he said, "Yeah, those kind of buses aren't that dusty. Sorry, I forgot. My mistake. But, too late,
you're already in my car so, you'll just have to suffer through being with me for less then a half
hour." he said that VERY jokingly.
"Ha, ha, ha, very funny." I said sarcastically. I crossed my arms, and looked out my window.
"Shouldn't you be picking up your girlfriend, miss Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd?" I asked, looking
back at him, and raising an eyebrow.
He looked at me with a smirk. "No, she lives too far away. Why would you care? Did you know
that you sound jealous?" I raised both my eyebrows, and laughed, shaking my head. Jealous?
Yeah, right. 'Yep, that's right. You are.' I am not even going to talk to you any more. 'Fine, suit
yourself, but I'm still going to be here nagging you.'
"How could you even think that I am jealous? And, the reason I care, is because I would think
that, even though it's me that you like-like, you'd pick her up instead of me." I said shrugging,
and looked back out the window. I looked back at him, and a thought struck me. "Hey, Arnold? I
was wondering when you fell for me?" I figured that it was probably when he didn't know it was
me when he walked into the classroom.
He blushed, and quickly looked at me then back at the road. "You probably think that it was when
I saw you in the classroom before I knew who you were, right?" how did he do that? I nodded my
head, and he chuckled. "Actually, it was before I went to look for my parents. You're the only
friend that I thought about while I was with my parents in San Lorenzo, can you believe that? At
the time, I kept thinking that I was scatterbrained to actually have a crush on you, Helga G.
Pataki, my personal tormentor. But I kept reminding myself that you had a good side."
I looked at him in shock. He liked me-like me for... for 6 years? What does that remind me of?
And for some strange reason, why hadn't he mentioned that one time on the FTI building? "Um,
Arnold? Do you think that the one time on the FTI building had something to do with your having
a crush on me?" he looked at me strangely, then looked back at the road.
"The FTI building? What does that have to do with..." his eyes grew wide, "oh... now I
remember! You told me about your secret! That's why I had gotten the crush on you!" he said as
he turned the car into the school parking lot. We got out, and walked into the school.
sorry that this chapter is ssssoooo short, but I'm writing this as fast as I can because I'm going to
a a movie in a second! Bye!
