A/N * Sorry I cut that first chapter short like that, I am a newby to this
and I didn't know how to edit!!
I own NO part of hey arnold, but sure wish I did!
Chapter 2. Miss Popularity
"Why didn't you tell me about .ice cream?" Phoebe asked in a whisper as Helga and herself trudged down the sidewalk. "Ice cream? Phoebe, who hit their head, me or you?", Helga muttered sarcastically as she re-adjusted her strap on her backpack. " You know what I mean, Helga.or should I say whom I mean?" Helga stopped in her tracks. Of course, she had forgotten about her code word when it came to Arnold, ice cream. " What about Arnoldo, Pheebs? I didn't know he was even on the stupid football team til he half broke my nose." " I don't think I'm referring to that part of your anatomy," Phoebe stammered as her cheeks flushed slightly. " What do you mean?" Helga asked, her low voice barely audible. "He.you.. You guys were ..KISSING!" she finally blurted out.
"Kissing? Me and football head? You have to be out of your gourd!" Helga choked out. "I'd never.he's " she fumbled, trying not to fully reveal her true reactions. "Helga, its okay, you know that I know about your..feelings" Phoebe said softly. "Just tell me the truth."
Helga sat on the stoop near her building. "Okay.I still carry a torch for the ditzo, that's true," She began slowly. "But believe me, Id be ecstatic if we were to you know" she trailed off in embarrassement. "You're still my best friend,Pheebs. You'd be the first to know!"
"Well, I saw it with my own eyes, as did Rhonda, Nadine and Lila", Phoebe said slowly. " I mean, Arnold was definetly trying to cover for throwing the football, but kissing you? I can't see why he would do that unless he wanted to"
" Man, he finally pays me a little attention, even kisses me and I can't remember jack!" Helga fumed as she got to her feet. "Well its obvious to me that it's like you said, he was only trying to cover up the fact that he nearly gave me a free nose job. Tell the girls not to fret, Pheebs. Arnold is still on the market."
Helga slammed through the front door and dropped her heavy pink backpack on the hard wood floor. Big Bob was alseep in the armchair, the tv flickering in the background. Miriam was asleep at the kitchen counter, a half empty blender of tropical smoothie sitting next to her. "I'm home", Helga murmured to herself as she opened the mostly empty refridgerator. She grabbed a carton of strawberry yogurt, checked its expitaion date, and shoved it back in. She sighed as she fumbled through the top cupboard for the pork rinds when the phone rang loudly, jangling her nerves. "Patakis", she answered shortly as she held the cradle of the phone between her shoulder and chin. " Hel-Helga? Is that you? " a soft voice questioned. Helga nearly dropped the phone as she tried to choke down the last bite of pork rinds in her mouth. " Yeah who wants to know?" she asked, only half sarcastically. She knew full well the sweet voice on the other end belonged to none other than her one love and desire, Arnold. " Its me, Arnold, " he answered, almost as though reading her thoughts. " I just wanted to say, I'm real sorry about this afternoon. Oh, and the eighth grade captain of the varsity squad, she wanted me to tell you that they want to sign you to their squad" " Oh that's rich, hairboy, " she shot back in disappointment. She should have known he was only calling her out of guilt. "No, I'm serious! Courtney Davis told me herself, she said you had real leadership qualities. And anyways, I wanted to say I was also sorry for the, uh ..other thing," he stammered nervously.
"Other thing? What would that be, your existence?" Helga traced the outline of her lower lip slowly, trying conciously to feel his lips on hers as Phoebe said they had been only an hour ago. " Well, you were kinda out of it, and I may have..well I mean, I did,,you know.." He trailed off. "Spit it out, Arnold, I don't got all day", she blurted anxiously. " Helga, I kissed you, " Arnold answered quickly. "You, Kissed Me?" Helga felt as though she would faint on the spot. "Yeah, I'm sorry, but I did. I ..I didn't want anyone to see you passed out and all, and well, it just seemed like a good idea at the time. I would never do that under normal circumstances you know, " he said apologetically. " Oh.. of course, you wouldn't . I mean , why would you? " Helga tried to sound mean and appalled, but her spirit was deflated. " Helga? Are you .disappointed about something?" Arnold questioned quietly. " No, I have to go. Don't worry, its fine Arnold . See ya around."
That's it for chapter 2, please review, let me know if I should continue!!
I own NO part of hey arnold, but sure wish I did!
Chapter 2. Miss Popularity
"Why didn't you tell me about .ice cream?" Phoebe asked in a whisper as Helga and herself trudged down the sidewalk. "Ice cream? Phoebe, who hit their head, me or you?", Helga muttered sarcastically as she re-adjusted her strap on her backpack. " You know what I mean, Helga.or should I say whom I mean?" Helga stopped in her tracks. Of course, she had forgotten about her code word when it came to Arnold, ice cream. " What about Arnoldo, Pheebs? I didn't know he was even on the stupid football team til he half broke my nose." " I don't think I'm referring to that part of your anatomy," Phoebe stammered as her cheeks flushed slightly. " What do you mean?" Helga asked, her low voice barely audible. "He.you.. You guys were ..KISSING!" she finally blurted out.
"Kissing? Me and football head? You have to be out of your gourd!" Helga choked out. "I'd never.he's " she fumbled, trying not to fully reveal her true reactions. "Helga, its okay, you know that I know about your..feelings" Phoebe said softly. "Just tell me the truth."
Helga sat on the stoop near her building. "Okay.I still carry a torch for the ditzo, that's true," She began slowly. "But believe me, Id be ecstatic if we were to you know" she trailed off in embarrassement. "You're still my best friend,Pheebs. You'd be the first to know!"
"Well, I saw it with my own eyes, as did Rhonda, Nadine and Lila", Phoebe said slowly. " I mean, Arnold was definetly trying to cover for throwing the football, but kissing you? I can't see why he would do that unless he wanted to"
" Man, he finally pays me a little attention, even kisses me and I can't remember jack!" Helga fumed as she got to her feet. "Well its obvious to me that it's like you said, he was only trying to cover up the fact that he nearly gave me a free nose job. Tell the girls not to fret, Pheebs. Arnold is still on the market."
Helga slammed through the front door and dropped her heavy pink backpack on the hard wood floor. Big Bob was alseep in the armchair, the tv flickering in the background. Miriam was asleep at the kitchen counter, a half empty blender of tropical smoothie sitting next to her. "I'm home", Helga murmured to herself as she opened the mostly empty refridgerator. She grabbed a carton of strawberry yogurt, checked its expitaion date, and shoved it back in. She sighed as she fumbled through the top cupboard for the pork rinds when the phone rang loudly, jangling her nerves. "Patakis", she answered shortly as she held the cradle of the phone between her shoulder and chin. " Hel-Helga? Is that you? " a soft voice questioned. Helga nearly dropped the phone as she tried to choke down the last bite of pork rinds in her mouth. " Yeah who wants to know?" she asked, only half sarcastically. She knew full well the sweet voice on the other end belonged to none other than her one love and desire, Arnold. " Its me, Arnold, " he answered, almost as though reading her thoughts. " I just wanted to say, I'm real sorry about this afternoon. Oh, and the eighth grade captain of the varsity squad, she wanted me to tell you that they want to sign you to their squad" " Oh that's rich, hairboy, " she shot back in disappointment. She should have known he was only calling her out of guilt. "No, I'm serious! Courtney Davis told me herself, she said you had real leadership qualities. And anyways, I wanted to say I was also sorry for the, uh ..other thing," he stammered nervously.
"Other thing? What would that be, your existence?" Helga traced the outline of her lower lip slowly, trying conciously to feel his lips on hers as Phoebe said they had been only an hour ago. " Well, you were kinda out of it, and I may have..well I mean, I did,,you know.." He trailed off. "Spit it out, Arnold, I don't got all day", she blurted anxiously. " Helga, I kissed you, " Arnold answered quickly. "You, Kissed Me?" Helga felt as though she would faint on the spot. "Yeah, I'm sorry, but I did. I ..I didn't want anyone to see you passed out and all, and well, it just seemed like a good idea at the time. I would never do that under normal circumstances you know, " he said apologetically. " Oh.. of course, you wouldn't . I mean , why would you? " Helga tried to sound mean and appalled, but her spirit was deflated. " Helga? Are you .disappointed about something?" Arnold questioned quietly. " No, I have to go. Don't worry, its fine Arnold . See ya around."
That's it for chapter 2, please review, let me know if I should continue!!