You're not Alone

Written by: Kia
29 Dec 02

*--Dedicated to Posh-kun,(STOP CALLING ME HELGA!)--*

*-disclaimer- Nope i don't own Hey Anorld! *laughs insanley* i own nothing!!!

Chapter One - Blue Eyes

Biting the end of her pen Helga gazed into the back of her beloved Football head, his dirty blond hair moving as he spoke to the other people around him. Her eyes moving over to the group of barbie doll girls on the other side of the room, talking loudly (or as Helga called it screeching). She rolled her eyes,she was in her 9th grade,a outcast and proud of it. There was absolutly no longing to be popular inside her as she was happy the way she was, 'when you're popular you cant have any fun since everybody watches you' Helga thought to herself, "and when you're a outcast you can slip by when people aren't watching".She frowned and bit her pen hard as the screeching became louder, as one of the girls opened her birthday presants from her friend, squealing as she waved around a pair of red fluffy knickers,the sight enough to make Helga vomit.

Helga`s personailty hadnt changed only now she used her fast toungue and fist when it needed to be used,which was usally the case with the other girls where around picking a fight. She wore her pigtails low now as her hair reached to her waist, as she refused to have it cut.Her build was slim, but not like a walking stick as her arms where hard with muscle (which came in handy when fighting).She was quieter, but sarcastic to everyone except those few exceptional people that she found tolerable, and there wasn't many.Underneath though she was the same, the spunky tomboy that she had and probally always would be.

The floor had suddenly become very interesting as Arnold stared at it watching out of the corner of his eye at the other boys surrounding the pack of girls.He rolled his eyes and pulled his hat over them, a sudden feeling of comfort coming over him, as if he was invisible from the world. Sure he was popular.But it wasn't happiness he felt, just plain boredoom as he lived the same days one after the other. He had changed alot from the 4th grader he used to be, quieter and less outgoing, but he still there for other people.He'd nod and laugh with the other boys ,but he didnt feel like he got anywhere.

In apperance though nothing at changed, just now he was taller.At 15 he still had the same blue eyes and hat, and the same sandy corn coloured hair,flopped into curtians. The popular girls founds him cute and petted him like a puppy, then moved onto the next boy doing the same. Although even though this he refused to date any girl at his school, or so any that had asked him so far . And luckily Helga's secret never got out,about her feelings for him.

Those feelings could never change, they could only get stronger. As Helga still loved the boy, watching him from afar, understanding him more and more as the weeks past.

Arnold watched the rest of the class, squealing and laughing in the corner. He glanced around and noticed Helga still sitting behind him, scribbling something. His eyes ran over the paper watching the pencil lines draw out he shape of a reindeer?. Yes christmas was coming soon, and he wondered what he and grandpa would be doing..., that's if grandpa wasn't ill like he usally was. his stared out the window and watched the fragments to snow fall from the sky, like teardrops, his face becoming in a daze.

"Yes?"

Arnold looked up,brown eyes staring questionally at him as Helga gave him a punch in the arm,"what do you want Arnoldo?"

Blue eyes frowned at the nickname, and then glanced down at the picture, "thats good"

Helga rised a eyebrow, "uh huh sure" then smirked, "whatever you say football he- i mean..dear Arnold"

Arnold rised a eyebrow, all hopes of her changing had gone up in smoke.And for some strange reason he laughed at Helga, watching her face screw up,as she tried to be nice. Helga sighed and crumpled up the drawing and threw it into a nearby bin as the bell for end of class rang.

"later arnoldo" she said and saluted as she walked out of the room, while the popular girls hugged each other.Arnold watched Helga pull a face at them and smiled,she was so weird but yet the only person who seemed to have a brain around here. Slinging his bag onto his shoulder he started to walk out of the room, then glanced towards the bin. His face softened and he picked the drawing out of the bin and shoved it into his pocket.Looking up as Gerald called him.

"come'on man, the girls have gone ahead!"he shouted towards his friend,"hey whats up? you look like you've kissed a donkey"

Arnold smiled, "nothing,let's go"

A icey wind blew as Gerald and Arnold walked down the street, Gerald talking about what he and his family where doing for Christmas,and such. Arnold didn't say much, he didnt want to not like he had much of a chance, as Gerald talked non stop. He shoved his hands into his pockets to shield them from the cold wind, feeling the paper in his pocket. Finally they got to Arnold's house, snow already covering the door and steps.He glanced to the window the light wasn't on, he frowned to himself as it wasn't normal ,as usally he could hear the sound of singing inside. After saying goodbye to Gerald, he walked up the stone steps turning the cold door knob as his opened the door, the warmth from the house hitting him.

"hello?" he said pulling off his coat and walked inside,the house was unearthly quiet.A faint moan came from inside the kitchen and Arnold walked towards it stumbling over his shoes.

Grandma sat in the table in the middle, head in her hands a faint sob came from her in the deathly quiet room. Slowly Arnold walked up to her and put a arm around her, his eyes becoming red dreading to ask the unaskable question.
A fear that he had been dreading.

"w-what's...wrong grandma..?" he asked his voice croaking, his bottom lip shaking.

"he's.. died.." She gasped and clung onto his arm, seeking some comfort.

Arnold blinked the tears in eyes away, gasping for air trying to find some kind of words to say. Blue eyes filled with tears and he sat next to her. Holding his own head in his arms as he tryed to figure out what exactly had been burdened onto his mind, the faint sound of carol singers outside.

His Blue Eyes Scared.

"grandpa.."


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