Written by: Kia
Disclaimer- I do not own Hey Arnold or anything relating to it.
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Chapter 3- And I love you still, and I love you still.
Hopeless that is what she was, completely hopeless. Here she was wondering around the streets for some person who did not even probably like her! What reason did he have to even look at her not wanting the earth to swallow her up on the spot? Everyone did, why not he? Helga sighed softly, slumping onto her doorstep, watching probably the last leaf from the autumn fall into a muddy leaf. It was like her really, holding onto the very end until she broke and felt she could just give up. She had given up once, she admitted to herself, back in the 7th grade, when Arnold starting hanging around some older boys. That when he started to change. she could tell. Ever since that one morning when Arnold had done something horrible, to hurt her. She glanced up at the inky sky. it must have been about 4 years ago. Nevertheless, like the sucker she felt like inside she had forgiven and forgot. Probably he was the only person in the world she would forgive.
Arnold swung back slowly and on the swing, a slow but eerie screech that seemed to calm his aching soul. Is an eye blinked watching some old leaves fly past his nose, a tear escaping from his eye. He sat with his arms crossed and bent forward staring aimlessly at the frost covered floor. He still could not take it in, he did not believe it, and he would not believe it! They where lying! He sighed, another tear running down his face, witch he brushed away angrily. His sandy hair flopped around in the wind messy, as he had not bothered to brush it, nothing mattered anymore. "Argh." he mumbled and grasped his own head in his hands. Clenching his hair as if he wanted to rip it from his head. Where were his friends now? at this time when he needed them the most?. He shook his head, his hair flopping around, it was his fault he hadn't of learned. He had forgotten the you cannot rely on people, because they only let you down, at least that was what he thought. Sometimes he would wonder if anybody ever thought about him. as a person, about how he, himself, felt inside. The person he was, deep inside. It would never be the same back at home, and it never could get any better, there would always be that giant hole in his heart.
"I love you, I hate you, I love you, I hate-" Helga, put her head in her hand, clenching her hair so much that when she let go of it her fringe stuck up on end. "Why do I feel like this? I don't want to feel like this!, I hate this feeling!, I- don't want to love him, but I cant control this feeling.. What do? What do I do." Helga mumbled mindlessly to herself as her front door opened, Olga standing there. "Helga!" she sang, "dinner's ready!" She skipped a little as she said this, watching her little sister grunt and shuffle to her feet. "What's up?" she asked Helga bending down to her, receiving a hard push from Helga in reply, "leave me alone!" Helga watched silent at the dinner table, watching the sprouts pass from person to her person, not really listening to the mindless chatter, from her family. Her head and eyes fixed in a daze, becoming drawn into her own thoughts.
"Why do people love? is it because their scared of doing things alone, afraid of waking up one day to find that nobody cares about them? That nobody is standing by your side through the good and bad times? Who actually says that the feeling is love? who actually says that love exists at all.. All we know is that the feeling is there if we like it or not. Whatever it is"
"Helga?" Helga looked up at the faces filled with concern around her, staring at Bob Pataki's hand on her shoulder, nothing needed to be said, she understood, and then she gave a small smile. "Pass us, the green stuff"
From the corner of his eye, a golden light flickered, brightening as he tried to ignore it, until he looked up to see what it was. From his seat, the blue eyes saw the Christmas tree, tall and large, with bright red ribbons streaming from it. Switched on for the carols with they sing tonight, he thought. He scrunched up his fingers, and stood up, slowly walking towards it drawn for some strange reason. Like a child, he wandered up, admiring its bigness, gently touching the crisp green leaves with his frozen fingers. Something's never change,he thought, he could remember all the years he used to come down here with his grandpa. He smirked, remembering how small the Santa costume he wore last year was and how embarrassed he was about it. "Go on Arnold, get into the Christmas sprit!" his Grandpa had shouted, it had taken 5 hours of non-stop pleading but in the end he had given in. Arnold's eye wandered to the top to the tree where, snuggled amongst the snowy tree branches was the angel. He did not know why but the angel had always reminded him of someone, maybe it was the large brown eyes, or the blond bangs. He did not know.
Helga threw her dish into the washing bowl, watching the soap suds gently float up into the air and out of the window into the night sky. She sighed, just as her sister came in, "What's wrong Helga? you look miserable.." Helga grunted and continued to wash her dish, continually pouring nearly half the washing up liquid into the bowl. She knew this would irritate her sister. Ulga coughed watching the bubbles rise up over the sink and splash onto the floor, but acted as if she saw nothing. "Uh.Helga." she mumbled, receiving another grunt in replay, "you do remember we're going to the park tonight to sing carols?" Helga rolled her eyes. Singing. One of the many things she hated in life, especially when it came to singing with her family. She shuddered a little, her face in a deep frown, as she thought about how she would have to wear that stupid Santa hat. But then again, her eyes moved over to her sister, who was wearing a large red frilly dress, which reminded her of a giant umbrella. At lest she did not have to wear something like that. "Helga!" came her Bob's voice, his eyes struck in horror at water seeping over sink onto the floor, the carpet soaked. Helga's eyes blinked quickly as she looked around her in a daze, glancing at the floor then at Olga who was standing on a chair, holding her dress up in the air as to not it wet. "Look what you've done!" her Dad ranted, "Why can't you watch what you're doing?" Helga snorted and flung the dishcloth into the bowl, "fine you do it then!" Ignoring her Bob's shouts from the kitchen, she pulled on her boots and coat and went out into the crisp night air. Olga stumbled to the door watching her sister walk down the road, still holding her dress up. "But Helga what about the carols?" "Bah humbug!" Helga shouted in reply, and pulled her coat closer around her, a look of thunder on her face. As she turned the corner, she stopped and slumped against the wall, holding her head in her hands and gave a small sob. "Damn it" she muttered as she heard the tinkle of metal scrape against stone. Turning round her eyes stared at the gold shaped locket on the floor, she gave a small frown, and brushed the wet snow off it reading the inscription on the back. -"And I love you still, and I love you still"- Gently she held it against her chest, a smile coming onto her frost bitten face.
Maybe things were not all bad.
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Please R+R! ^-^
Hope you like! And I edited the mistakes, sorry about that.. -.-'
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Disclaimer- I do not own Hey Arnold or anything relating to it.
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Chapter 3- And I love you still, and I love you still.
Hopeless that is what she was, completely hopeless. Here she was wondering around the streets for some person who did not even probably like her! What reason did he have to even look at her not wanting the earth to swallow her up on the spot? Everyone did, why not he? Helga sighed softly, slumping onto her doorstep, watching probably the last leaf from the autumn fall into a muddy leaf. It was like her really, holding onto the very end until she broke and felt she could just give up. She had given up once, she admitted to herself, back in the 7th grade, when Arnold starting hanging around some older boys. That when he started to change. she could tell. Ever since that one morning when Arnold had done something horrible, to hurt her. She glanced up at the inky sky. it must have been about 4 years ago. Nevertheless, like the sucker she felt like inside she had forgiven and forgot. Probably he was the only person in the world she would forgive.
Arnold swung back slowly and on the swing, a slow but eerie screech that seemed to calm his aching soul. Is an eye blinked watching some old leaves fly past his nose, a tear escaping from his eye. He sat with his arms crossed and bent forward staring aimlessly at the frost covered floor. He still could not take it in, he did not believe it, and he would not believe it! They where lying! He sighed, another tear running down his face, witch he brushed away angrily. His sandy hair flopped around in the wind messy, as he had not bothered to brush it, nothing mattered anymore. "Argh." he mumbled and grasped his own head in his hands. Clenching his hair as if he wanted to rip it from his head. Where were his friends now? at this time when he needed them the most?. He shook his head, his hair flopping around, it was his fault he hadn't of learned. He had forgotten the you cannot rely on people, because they only let you down, at least that was what he thought. Sometimes he would wonder if anybody ever thought about him. as a person, about how he, himself, felt inside. The person he was, deep inside. It would never be the same back at home, and it never could get any better, there would always be that giant hole in his heart.
"I love you, I hate you, I love you, I hate-" Helga, put her head in her hand, clenching her hair so much that when she let go of it her fringe stuck up on end. "Why do I feel like this? I don't want to feel like this!, I hate this feeling!, I- don't want to love him, but I cant control this feeling.. What do? What do I do." Helga mumbled mindlessly to herself as her front door opened, Olga standing there. "Helga!" she sang, "dinner's ready!" She skipped a little as she said this, watching her little sister grunt and shuffle to her feet. "What's up?" she asked Helga bending down to her, receiving a hard push from Helga in reply, "leave me alone!" Helga watched silent at the dinner table, watching the sprouts pass from person to her person, not really listening to the mindless chatter, from her family. Her head and eyes fixed in a daze, becoming drawn into her own thoughts.
"Why do people love? is it because their scared of doing things alone, afraid of waking up one day to find that nobody cares about them? That nobody is standing by your side through the good and bad times? Who actually says that the feeling is love? who actually says that love exists at all.. All we know is that the feeling is there if we like it or not. Whatever it is"
"Helga?" Helga looked up at the faces filled with concern around her, staring at Bob Pataki's hand on her shoulder, nothing needed to be said, she understood, and then she gave a small smile. "Pass us, the green stuff"
From the corner of his eye, a golden light flickered, brightening as he tried to ignore it, until he looked up to see what it was. From his seat, the blue eyes saw the Christmas tree, tall and large, with bright red ribbons streaming from it. Switched on for the carols with they sing tonight, he thought. He scrunched up his fingers, and stood up, slowly walking towards it drawn for some strange reason. Like a child, he wandered up, admiring its bigness, gently touching the crisp green leaves with his frozen fingers. Something's never change,he thought, he could remember all the years he used to come down here with his grandpa. He smirked, remembering how small the Santa costume he wore last year was and how embarrassed he was about it. "Go on Arnold, get into the Christmas sprit!" his Grandpa had shouted, it had taken 5 hours of non-stop pleading but in the end he had given in. Arnold's eye wandered to the top to the tree where, snuggled amongst the snowy tree branches was the angel. He did not know why but the angel had always reminded him of someone, maybe it was the large brown eyes, or the blond bangs. He did not know.
Helga threw her dish into the washing bowl, watching the soap suds gently float up into the air and out of the window into the night sky. She sighed, just as her sister came in, "What's wrong Helga? you look miserable.." Helga grunted and continued to wash her dish, continually pouring nearly half the washing up liquid into the bowl. She knew this would irritate her sister. Ulga coughed watching the bubbles rise up over the sink and splash onto the floor, but acted as if she saw nothing. "Uh.Helga." she mumbled, receiving another grunt in replay, "you do remember we're going to the park tonight to sing carols?" Helga rolled her eyes. Singing. One of the many things she hated in life, especially when it came to singing with her family. She shuddered a little, her face in a deep frown, as she thought about how she would have to wear that stupid Santa hat. But then again, her eyes moved over to her sister, who was wearing a large red frilly dress, which reminded her of a giant umbrella. At lest she did not have to wear something like that. "Helga!" came her Bob's voice, his eyes struck in horror at water seeping over sink onto the floor, the carpet soaked. Helga's eyes blinked quickly as she looked around her in a daze, glancing at the floor then at Olga who was standing on a chair, holding her dress up in the air as to not it wet. "Look what you've done!" her Dad ranted, "Why can't you watch what you're doing?" Helga snorted and flung the dishcloth into the bowl, "fine you do it then!" Ignoring her Bob's shouts from the kitchen, she pulled on her boots and coat and went out into the crisp night air. Olga stumbled to the door watching her sister walk down the road, still holding her dress up. "But Helga what about the carols?" "Bah humbug!" Helga shouted in reply, and pulled her coat closer around her, a look of thunder on her face. As she turned the corner, she stopped and slumped against the wall, holding her head in her hands and gave a small sob. "Damn it" she muttered as she heard the tinkle of metal scrape against stone. Turning round her eyes stared at the gold shaped locket on the floor, she gave a small frown, and brushed the wet snow off it reading the inscription on the back. -"And I love you still, and I love you still"- Gently she held it against her chest, a smile coming onto her frost bitten face.
Maybe things were not all bad.
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Please R+R! ^-^
Hope you like! And I edited the mistakes, sorry about that.. -.-'
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