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show in reality in my opinion. I don't care ILOVEHEYARNOLD!!!
I am Not Craig Bartlett, So I don't own Hey Arnold (or hey helga!!)
Chapter 3
Changes
Arnold gazed across the cafeteria, his eyes resting unexpectedly on Helga Pataki. Her long golden hair seemed to blow in the air condtioning. She smiled dreamily at him, winking one large blue eye as she came towards him. " Oh Arnold, I always knew you cared, " she murmured as she grew closer to him. She reached a slender hand in his direction and-"HEY ARNOLD! HEY ARNOLD! HEY ARNOLD! HEY-" Arnold slammed his fist into his potato alarm clock, nearly smashing it. What a crazy dream! He sat up, rubbing his head as he tried to shake the sleep from his eyes. He realized anew how badly he felt for what he did to Helga. She almost sounded..disappointed? NO, there was no way she could be feeling that, he reasoned. True, she hadnt been nearly as hateful towards him since the Scheck incident 3 years ago, but then again she never acted on her so called feelings that she denied so long ago. He never did look at her in the same light again after that. No matter how many spit wads flew his way, no matter how many tapioca puddings were taken at the last minute, he always noticed that now she shot her spit wads at his chair instead of his head, and that she only took the last pudding when there was carrot cake as an alternative, which she knew was his favorite.or was that all coinincidence too? He could never be sure with her. He flipped his light switch on , reaching for a navy blue sweater . He pulled his red flannel shirt shoulders as he gazed out the window. He would apologize to her again after fifth period. He didn't want to hurt her, he actually kinda liked her..as a friend that is. He had toyed with the idea of something more when she had blossomed over the summer. She seemed less angry these days, somewhat more subdued. He didn't want to risk what little friendship they did have. " I'll let her know, no hard feelings, " Arnold shrugged as he opened his bedroom door. " I mean, that kiss-it wasn't ..a bod thing.." He said to himself as he closed the door, turning as red as his flannel under shirt.
Helga walked slowly down the gray sidewalk in the cool morning air. A new realization had hit her that Arnold did not like her like her, that maybe after all this time that her subltle hints were not enough to let him know that she did mean what she said that night on the roof, she did love him with all the love that was in her young heart. " I'm not chopped liver, " she muttered under her breath . "Maybe. maybe I could try the jealousy angle.." she contemplated as she bumped into a familiar shoulder. " Helga! There you are!" Courtney Davis of the eight grade cheerleading squad rubbed her shoulder in surprise. " Did you get the message I gave to that Arnold kid?" Helga half smiled.."Yeah , I just didn't really believe him", she answered sheepishly. " Well believe it girl! We need some one of your caliber on the spuad, theres no one 7th grade or above that has your presicion or range. Please consider it, we already have Patricia Armstrong signed too." Big Patty? Helga knew she sounded good. " Um, Well, sure, If you think I'm good enough Courtney.." "Good enough? You simply must! Consider yourself varsity then!" Courtney smiled as she rushed off. "I'll get you a practice schedule just as soon as I can! Bye Helga!"
Helga smiled to herself. Maybe things were getting better after all.
Chapter 4 should be up tomorrow nite people!! R/R -I answer all replies in email too!!
I am Not Craig Bartlett, So I don't own Hey Arnold (or hey helga!!)
Chapter 3
Changes
Arnold gazed across the cafeteria, his eyes resting unexpectedly on Helga Pataki. Her long golden hair seemed to blow in the air condtioning. She smiled dreamily at him, winking one large blue eye as she came towards him. " Oh Arnold, I always knew you cared, " she murmured as she grew closer to him. She reached a slender hand in his direction and-"HEY ARNOLD! HEY ARNOLD! HEY ARNOLD! HEY-" Arnold slammed his fist into his potato alarm clock, nearly smashing it. What a crazy dream! He sat up, rubbing his head as he tried to shake the sleep from his eyes. He realized anew how badly he felt for what he did to Helga. She almost sounded..disappointed? NO, there was no way she could be feeling that, he reasoned. True, she hadnt been nearly as hateful towards him since the Scheck incident 3 years ago, but then again she never acted on her so called feelings that she denied so long ago. He never did look at her in the same light again after that. No matter how many spit wads flew his way, no matter how many tapioca puddings were taken at the last minute, he always noticed that now she shot her spit wads at his chair instead of his head, and that she only took the last pudding when there was carrot cake as an alternative, which she knew was his favorite.or was that all coinincidence too? He could never be sure with her. He flipped his light switch on , reaching for a navy blue sweater . He pulled his red flannel shirt shoulders as he gazed out the window. He would apologize to her again after fifth period. He didn't want to hurt her, he actually kinda liked her..as a friend that is. He had toyed with the idea of something more when she had blossomed over the summer. She seemed less angry these days, somewhat more subdued. He didn't want to risk what little friendship they did have. " I'll let her know, no hard feelings, " Arnold shrugged as he opened his bedroom door. " I mean, that kiss-it wasn't ..a bod thing.." He said to himself as he closed the door, turning as red as his flannel under shirt.
Helga walked slowly down the gray sidewalk in the cool morning air. A new realization had hit her that Arnold did not like her like her, that maybe after all this time that her subltle hints were not enough to let him know that she did mean what she said that night on the roof, she did love him with all the love that was in her young heart. " I'm not chopped liver, " she muttered under her breath . "Maybe. maybe I could try the jealousy angle.." she contemplated as she bumped into a familiar shoulder. " Helga! There you are!" Courtney Davis of the eight grade cheerleading squad rubbed her shoulder in surprise. " Did you get the message I gave to that Arnold kid?" Helga half smiled.."Yeah , I just didn't really believe him", she answered sheepishly. " Well believe it girl! We need some one of your caliber on the spuad, theres no one 7th grade or above that has your presicion or range. Please consider it, we already have Patricia Armstrong signed too." Big Patty? Helga knew she sounded good. " Um, Well, sure, If you think I'm good enough Courtney.." "Good enough? You simply must! Consider yourself varsity then!" Courtney smiled as she rushed off. "I'll get you a practice schedule just as soon as I can! Bye Helga!"
Helga smiled to herself. Maybe things were getting better after all.
Chapter 4 should be up tomorrow nite people!! R/R -I answer all replies in email too!!