Dreams Fade 6
Author's Notes: It's been way too long, hasn't it? For that I do apologize. It's like I mentioned before in another story, I am away from home. I really wish that I could spit these stories out faster, but being away from my house is slowing me down. However, notice that I said slowing me down, and not stopping. No I'll never stop. So I hope you guys/gals aren't too mad at me though. Any way let's get on with the story.
Disclaimer: Nope none of these characters belong to me. Sorry to say it, but they don't. (
Arnold had been redecorating the boarding house, every since he returned from Paris. He was so immerse in his daily chores that he hadn't even realized that three days had passed. He looked down at his clothes, and noticed that they were covered in dirt and paint. His fingernails were filthy and covered in paint, and then he decided that he was in need of a shower.
He walked to the bathroom, and washed away the excess paint from his hands. Then he went back to his bedroom, and then he got some clean clothes. Once that was done, he headed towards the shower. He turned on the shower nozzle, and he waited for the bathroom to become filled with steam.
Once the bathroom was filled with smog, Arnold hopped into the bathtub. The water was so hot, that Arnold noticed that his skin was turning bright red. He scrubbed his skin until all traces of the paint was gone. He noticed that it seemed like all of his troubles were fading away as well.
When he was through bathing, he got out of the tub and dried off. He walked into the bedroom, and he put on his clean clothes. After he was dressed, he looked around the house for his car keys. He was now clean, and there was no way that he was going to finish his house now. So he decided that it was time to get a bit of fresh air. He decided to go to the grocery store, because he didn't have any food in the house. That and the fact that he hadn't eaten anything in the past three days, and he soon realized that he was famished.
He went to a nearby grocery store, and pulled out a big grocery basket. He decided to buy a lot of food, so that he wouldn't have to come back for a while. He immediately set off with his chores of grocery shopping. He went from lane to lane, trying to find something that he would enjoy eating.
Helga didn't want to go home just yet, and so she decided to go to Harold's house. She realized that most of her belongings were already packed away on a professional moving van, and they were already on their way to Dallas. So that meant that Helga would have to spend the night at Harold's house, until she could retrieve all of her belongings back. Staying at Harold's house was the last thing that she wanted to do, but she refused to stay in her empty apartment. At least at Harold's house, he still had his bed.
It was then that she remembered, that she gave her house keys to her landlord. She had already given her landlord her notice of vacating her unit. Now what was Helga going to do? It was bad enough that she didn't even have her apartment, but she soon realized that she would even have to come up with another deposit for her next apartment.
She wondered if Harold would rent out his house to her. After all, his house was paid for, and he is going to be in Dallas. Then she thought against asking Harold about renting out his house to her. Besides the house held way too many memories for Helga. So she decided to call up her old landlord, and see if she rented out her old apartment yet. She dialed the phone number, and waited until her landlord answered the phone. After all Helga and Carol had become good friends. Maybe she would let her come back.
"Thank you for calling Piney Park Palace. My name is Carol Sparks. How can I help you today?"
"Carol, hi it's me Helga."
"Heya. How are you doing girl?"
"Not too good."
"What's wrong?" Carol asked worriedly.
"Harold and I broke up." She said while trying to suppress the pain in her voice.
"Aw. Helga. Is there anything that I can do for you?"
"You can tell me that you haven't rented out my apartment yet."
"Helga I wish I could, but it's already too late. We have a waiting list a mile long, and I usually rent out the apartment to the next person in line.
"What am I going to do?" Helga sobbed into the phone feeling her strength diminishing.
"Why don't you come stay with me?" Carol asked.
"I can't do that Carol. Besides you have a husband and child to worry about. I don't want to burden you with my problems. Besides I can just ask Harold if he'd consider renting me his house."
"Nonsense. Come on over. There's plenty of room, and you know Mandy would love the company."
"I'm sorry Carol, but I can't. I'll be fine. I promise."
"I see that you're still as stubborn as ever. Now why don't you tell me what happened between you and Harold."
Helga told Carol exactly what happened, and after a moment of consolation Helga said her goodbyes and hung up the phone.
After sitting by the phone for over three hours, Helga wondered if she was waiting for Harold to call. When her legs began to fall asleep, and her stomach began to hurt due to starvation, she slowly got up from her spot on the floor. She walked towards the floor and headed to the kitchen. She walked over to the icebox lazily, and peered inside expecting that she was going to find something suitable to eat. Her expectations were diminished, when she realized that there was absolutely nothing in the icebox.
She decided that she was going to go get something to eat, and she went into the living room. She grabbed her car keys, and walked out to the car. Once she was inside her car, she debated on whether or not she should eat out or buy something. She decided that her health would be better off if she bought something. So she drove off towards the grocery store, hoping to forget about Harold and the fact that she had been waiting by the phone for him to call. It literally broke her heart that he didn't, or so she thought.
Harold paced back and forth, trying to find something to do. He wanted to find something that would take his mind off of her. Helga G. Pataki. She was the girl that stole his heart, and broke it all at the same time. He ached to hear her voice again, and he didn't care if she was going to curse him out. He had to hear her voice.
He longed to run his fingers through her hair, and visions of their first time together kept invading his mind. He chastised himself for thinking about a woman, who clearly wasn't thinking about him. He hated acknowledging that he would always come second in Helga's heart. Yet, he still loved her. He loved her so much, that he could barely breathe when he thought about her beautiful face.
*She was mine! Damn it, and I screwed everything up.
He hated that she just walked away, but he hated himself even more for allowing her to walk away. Wasn't their love supposed to be stronger than that? Was her love for him as powerful as it was for him? Did she feel pain, and did it hurt her to think about him? He wondered if her thoughts were on him, or if her thoughts were focused on Arnold.
*Chances are she's thinking about him, because she hasn't even called. He reasoned that Helga would call him when she's good and ready, but he wondered about how long that would take. He didn't want to wait, and the truth of the matter was that he couldn't wait. He had to hear her voice just one more time. He had to let her know that this separation was tearing him apart. He had to let her know, through his own words that he really did love her. He wasn't about to just give up on her, and he walked out to his phone. He didn't hesitate to pick up the phone, and he dialed the number to his old house. He listened on as the phone rang, and after a long while he decided to hang up.
He felt a feeling of jealousy course through his body, and he became so enraged that he threw the phone across the room.
*She sure didn't wait for long to go chasing after Arnold did she?
What Harold didn't know was that he had only missed talking to Helga by mere minutes. Had he called her three minutes earlier, he would have been talking to Helga. He would have realized that she was still in love with him, and they would eventually end up together. Now it would seem like one chain of events was about to change their lives forever. Helga now aimed at living her life away from Harold, and Harold would become so bitter and hateful towards Helga. Their once strong love was slowly becoming a weak foundation based on hatred and jealousy. What they had was beginning to become a faint memory, but they both still held on to the hope that the other one really did love the other. It's just a shame that neither one of them had a clue as to how much love that was really there between them.
Arnold was walking out of the grocery store, and he had a basket filled with groceries. For the past two minutes, he had been struggling with his wallet and basket at the same time. He tried to put his money in his wallet, and he wasn't looking where he was going. He was about to put his wallet in his back pocket, when his basket careened into something solid. His head jerked up at a familiar sounding voice, and his heart was caught momentarily in his chest.
"Hey watch where you're going buddy! If I wasn't such a lady, you'd be at the other end of my fist."
Arnold watched on in surprise as Helga stood up on her feet. She was beginning to mouth off again, as a sudden realization crossed her face. They both stood there, unmoving and quiet. For Arnold, there was the woman that broke his heart all those years ago. For Helga, there was the man that managed to destroy her life without even trying. Neither could say a word, and they both noticed how the much the other had changed.
To Arnold, Helga was beautiful. He saw a woman that he'd never thought that he would ever see. To Helga, Arnold was manly. His head was now evened out with the rest of his body. He had a Brad Pitt quality now, and Helga couldn't help but think that he still wasn't Harold. As they stood there with old feelings trying to resurface, they held on fast to the growing resentment boiling deep in their hearts. Arnold was the first to speak, but Helga was clearly the one with the last word.
"Helga. If I had known that I was going to run into you, I would have hit you a little bit harder." He said rudely.
"Look here pal, you don't have any qualms with me. If you want to gripe and complain, then you better call Harold."
"What's Harold got to do with any of this?"
"He's the one that kept all those sappy love letters of yours a secret from me. I just found out about them today, as a matter of fact."
"He never gave them to you?" He asked surprisingly.
"No he didn't, and that's the main reason that I'm not marrying him either!" She said angrily.
"You were going to marry Harold?" Arnold asked dubiously.
"Yeah I was, but that's all over with now." Helga said sadly.
"So, what are you going to do now?"
"I don't know. Maybe leave for New York. Besides, there's nothing here for me."
"Well don't let me stop you."
"You never could, you football headed freak."
"It's nice to see that some things never change."
"As far as I'm concerned, they never will."
"I don't know it was that I ever saw in you. You're not even pretty. It's no wonder that you eventually dated the fattest kid in school. He's probably the only sap sucker that would ever go out with you." Arnold quipped.
"Well I don't know about that one. I mean you tried pretty hard yourself."
"I guess that was my mistake."
"You have ruined my life Arnold, and I rue the day that I ever met you. Yeah, I may have dated the fattest man in our school, but he's ten times the man that you'll ever be. He has always treated me with respect, love and honor. It may even be true that he never gave me your letters, but he was a good man to me. I loved him, and now it's all over. Just like that," Helga said as she sobbed into her hands.
"Yeah but I loved you too." Arnold said as he turned and walked away.
Helga could do nothing as her former high school crush walked out of her life again. She had never felt so alone in all her life, and she certainly didn't like this new feeling. As a matter of fact there were now three hearts trying to adjust to the new feelings that were coursing through their bodies.
For Harold, he felt a loss unlike anything he had ever felt before. He lost the one woman that he ever loved. For Arnold, he realized that Helga wasn't even aware of his letters until today. Then there was Helga. For some reason she was torn between the only two men, that she would ever love. They were two men, which hated her at that moment. It was too much for her to take.
So much so that she turned around, and got back in her car. She forgot about the hunger in her belly and the food that had yet to be bought. She started the car, and pressed her foot to the gas pedal. She drove as fast as she could, because she had to talk to Harold. She couldn't live her life without him, and she was even more confused about her old feelings for Arnold resurfacing. Arnold had said that he loved her, and he walked away. What was she supposed to do? Was she supposed to wait on Harold to come back around, or was she supposed to go after Arnold? Was she supposed to pretend that all those years with Harold had been for nothing, or was she supposed to pretend that she was really supposed to be with Arnold?
Then she reflected on the conversation that she had with Arnold. It was obvious that he resented her, for breaking his heart. The same could be said of Harold, who hated her because she couldn't let go of the past. However, Helga cried a billion tears on the way home. So much so that she didn't even see the stalled car that was in the middle of the street. She was so involved with her feelings that she wasn't even aware that she hadn't even put on seatbelt. She was so distraught that she hadn't even noticed that she had been driving over 90 mph. So imagine her surprise when her car went flying through the air, after hitting the other car and rolling the street. In a matter of minutes Helga called out the name of the only man that she would ever love.
"Harold."
Then there was nothing left but darkness.
WHAT HAVE I DONE!!! Is this it? Is Helga dead? OMG!!!! What's next? If you want the answer to those questions read the next chapter. Yes there's still more to come. And you guys thought their breakup was a real big tear fest. Anyway in the next chapter Harold finds out about the accident, and comes back home. When he runs into Arnold let's just say it's going to be a rough fight, and one of these guys are going to take a trip to the ER. Trust me things are really about to shake, rattle, and roll. Stay tuned. As for Helga's survival, I'm not saying a word Nuh uh. I'm not telling, read the next one.
Author's Notes: It's been way too long, hasn't it? For that I do apologize. It's like I mentioned before in another story, I am away from home. I really wish that I could spit these stories out faster, but being away from my house is slowing me down. However, notice that I said slowing me down, and not stopping. No I'll never stop. So I hope you guys/gals aren't too mad at me though. Any way let's get on with the story.
Disclaimer: Nope none of these characters belong to me. Sorry to say it, but they don't. (
Arnold had been redecorating the boarding house, every since he returned from Paris. He was so immerse in his daily chores that he hadn't even realized that three days had passed. He looked down at his clothes, and noticed that they were covered in dirt and paint. His fingernails were filthy and covered in paint, and then he decided that he was in need of a shower.
He walked to the bathroom, and washed away the excess paint from his hands. Then he went back to his bedroom, and then he got some clean clothes. Once that was done, he headed towards the shower. He turned on the shower nozzle, and he waited for the bathroom to become filled with steam.
Once the bathroom was filled with smog, Arnold hopped into the bathtub. The water was so hot, that Arnold noticed that his skin was turning bright red. He scrubbed his skin until all traces of the paint was gone. He noticed that it seemed like all of his troubles were fading away as well.
When he was through bathing, he got out of the tub and dried off. He walked into the bedroom, and he put on his clean clothes. After he was dressed, he looked around the house for his car keys. He was now clean, and there was no way that he was going to finish his house now. So he decided that it was time to get a bit of fresh air. He decided to go to the grocery store, because he didn't have any food in the house. That and the fact that he hadn't eaten anything in the past three days, and he soon realized that he was famished.
He went to a nearby grocery store, and pulled out a big grocery basket. He decided to buy a lot of food, so that he wouldn't have to come back for a while. He immediately set off with his chores of grocery shopping. He went from lane to lane, trying to find something that he would enjoy eating.
Helga didn't want to go home just yet, and so she decided to go to Harold's house. She realized that most of her belongings were already packed away on a professional moving van, and they were already on their way to Dallas. So that meant that Helga would have to spend the night at Harold's house, until she could retrieve all of her belongings back. Staying at Harold's house was the last thing that she wanted to do, but she refused to stay in her empty apartment. At least at Harold's house, he still had his bed.
It was then that she remembered, that she gave her house keys to her landlord. She had already given her landlord her notice of vacating her unit. Now what was Helga going to do? It was bad enough that she didn't even have her apartment, but she soon realized that she would even have to come up with another deposit for her next apartment.
She wondered if Harold would rent out his house to her. After all, his house was paid for, and he is going to be in Dallas. Then she thought against asking Harold about renting out his house to her. Besides the house held way too many memories for Helga. So she decided to call up her old landlord, and see if she rented out her old apartment yet. She dialed the phone number, and waited until her landlord answered the phone. After all Helga and Carol had become good friends. Maybe she would let her come back.
"Thank you for calling Piney Park Palace. My name is Carol Sparks. How can I help you today?"
"Carol, hi it's me Helga."
"Heya. How are you doing girl?"
"Not too good."
"What's wrong?" Carol asked worriedly.
"Harold and I broke up." She said while trying to suppress the pain in her voice.
"Aw. Helga. Is there anything that I can do for you?"
"You can tell me that you haven't rented out my apartment yet."
"Helga I wish I could, but it's already too late. We have a waiting list a mile long, and I usually rent out the apartment to the next person in line.
"What am I going to do?" Helga sobbed into the phone feeling her strength diminishing.
"Why don't you come stay with me?" Carol asked.
"I can't do that Carol. Besides you have a husband and child to worry about. I don't want to burden you with my problems. Besides I can just ask Harold if he'd consider renting me his house."
"Nonsense. Come on over. There's plenty of room, and you know Mandy would love the company."
"I'm sorry Carol, but I can't. I'll be fine. I promise."
"I see that you're still as stubborn as ever. Now why don't you tell me what happened between you and Harold."
Helga told Carol exactly what happened, and after a moment of consolation Helga said her goodbyes and hung up the phone.
After sitting by the phone for over three hours, Helga wondered if she was waiting for Harold to call. When her legs began to fall asleep, and her stomach began to hurt due to starvation, she slowly got up from her spot on the floor. She walked towards the floor and headed to the kitchen. She walked over to the icebox lazily, and peered inside expecting that she was going to find something suitable to eat. Her expectations were diminished, when she realized that there was absolutely nothing in the icebox.
She decided that she was going to go get something to eat, and she went into the living room. She grabbed her car keys, and walked out to the car. Once she was inside her car, she debated on whether or not she should eat out or buy something. She decided that her health would be better off if she bought something. So she drove off towards the grocery store, hoping to forget about Harold and the fact that she had been waiting by the phone for him to call. It literally broke her heart that he didn't, or so she thought.
Harold paced back and forth, trying to find something to do. He wanted to find something that would take his mind off of her. Helga G. Pataki. She was the girl that stole his heart, and broke it all at the same time. He ached to hear her voice again, and he didn't care if she was going to curse him out. He had to hear her voice.
He longed to run his fingers through her hair, and visions of their first time together kept invading his mind. He chastised himself for thinking about a woman, who clearly wasn't thinking about him. He hated acknowledging that he would always come second in Helga's heart. Yet, he still loved her. He loved her so much, that he could barely breathe when he thought about her beautiful face.
*She was mine! Damn it, and I screwed everything up.
He hated that she just walked away, but he hated himself even more for allowing her to walk away. Wasn't their love supposed to be stronger than that? Was her love for him as powerful as it was for him? Did she feel pain, and did it hurt her to think about him? He wondered if her thoughts were on him, or if her thoughts were focused on Arnold.
*Chances are she's thinking about him, because she hasn't even called. He reasoned that Helga would call him when she's good and ready, but he wondered about how long that would take. He didn't want to wait, and the truth of the matter was that he couldn't wait. He had to hear her voice just one more time. He had to let her know that this separation was tearing him apart. He had to let her know, through his own words that he really did love her. He wasn't about to just give up on her, and he walked out to his phone. He didn't hesitate to pick up the phone, and he dialed the number to his old house. He listened on as the phone rang, and after a long while he decided to hang up.
He felt a feeling of jealousy course through his body, and he became so enraged that he threw the phone across the room.
*She sure didn't wait for long to go chasing after Arnold did she?
What Harold didn't know was that he had only missed talking to Helga by mere minutes. Had he called her three minutes earlier, he would have been talking to Helga. He would have realized that she was still in love with him, and they would eventually end up together. Now it would seem like one chain of events was about to change their lives forever. Helga now aimed at living her life away from Harold, and Harold would become so bitter and hateful towards Helga. Their once strong love was slowly becoming a weak foundation based on hatred and jealousy. What they had was beginning to become a faint memory, but they both still held on to the hope that the other one really did love the other. It's just a shame that neither one of them had a clue as to how much love that was really there between them.
Arnold was walking out of the grocery store, and he had a basket filled with groceries. For the past two minutes, he had been struggling with his wallet and basket at the same time. He tried to put his money in his wallet, and he wasn't looking where he was going. He was about to put his wallet in his back pocket, when his basket careened into something solid. His head jerked up at a familiar sounding voice, and his heart was caught momentarily in his chest.
"Hey watch where you're going buddy! If I wasn't such a lady, you'd be at the other end of my fist."
Arnold watched on in surprise as Helga stood up on her feet. She was beginning to mouth off again, as a sudden realization crossed her face. They both stood there, unmoving and quiet. For Arnold, there was the woman that broke his heart all those years ago. For Helga, there was the man that managed to destroy her life without even trying. Neither could say a word, and they both noticed how the much the other had changed.
To Arnold, Helga was beautiful. He saw a woman that he'd never thought that he would ever see. To Helga, Arnold was manly. His head was now evened out with the rest of his body. He had a Brad Pitt quality now, and Helga couldn't help but think that he still wasn't Harold. As they stood there with old feelings trying to resurface, they held on fast to the growing resentment boiling deep in their hearts. Arnold was the first to speak, but Helga was clearly the one with the last word.
"Helga. If I had known that I was going to run into you, I would have hit you a little bit harder." He said rudely.
"Look here pal, you don't have any qualms with me. If you want to gripe and complain, then you better call Harold."
"What's Harold got to do with any of this?"
"He's the one that kept all those sappy love letters of yours a secret from me. I just found out about them today, as a matter of fact."
"He never gave them to you?" He asked surprisingly.
"No he didn't, and that's the main reason that I'm not marrying him either!" She said angrily.
"You were going to marry Harold?" Arnold asked dubiously.
"Yeah I was, but that's all over with now." Helga said sadly.
"So, what are you going to do now?"
"I don't know. Maybe leave for New York. Besides, there's nothing here for me."
"Well don't let me stop you."
"You never could, you football headed freak."
"It's nice to see that some things never change."
"As far as I'm concerned, they never will."
"I don't know it was that I ever saw in you. You're not even pretty. It's no wonder that you eventually dated the fattest kid in school. He's probably the only sap sucker that would ever go out with you." Arnold quipped.
"Well I don't know about that one. I mean you tried pretty hard yourself."
"I guess that was my mistake."
"You have ruined my life Arnold, and I rue the day that I ever met you. Yeah, I may have dated the fattest man in our school, but he's ten times the man that you'll ever be. He has always treated me with respect, love and honor. It may even be true that he never gave me your letters, but he was a good man to me. I loved him, and now it's all over. Just like that," Helga said as she sobbed into her hands.
"Yeah but I loved you too." Arnold said as he turned and walked away.
Helga could do nothing as her former high school crush walked out of her life again. She had never felt so alone in all her life, and she certainly didn't like this new feeling. As a matter of fact there were now three hearts trying to adjust to the new feelings that were coursing through their bodies.
For Harold, he felt a loss unlike anything he had ever felt before. He lost the one woman that he ever loved. For Arnold, he realized that Helga wasn't even aware of his letters until today. Then there was Helga. For some reason she was torn between the only two men, that she would ever love. They were two men, which hated her at that moment. It was too much for her to take.
So much so that she turned around, and got back in her car. She forgot about the hunger in her belly and the food that had yet to be bought. She started the car, and pressed her foot to the gas pedal. She drove as fast as she could, because she had to talk to Harold. She couldn't live her life without him, and she was even more confused about her old feelings for Arnold resurfacing. Arnold had said that he loved her, and he walked away. What was she supposed to do? Was she supposed to wait on Harold to come back around, or was she supposed to go after Arnold? Was she supposed to pretend that all those years with Harold had been for nothing, or was she supposed to pretend that she was really supposed to be with Arnold?
Then she reflected on the conversation that she had with Arnold. It was obvious that he resented her, for breaking his heart. The same could be said of Harold, who hated her because she couldn't let go of the past. However, Helga cried a billion tears on the way home. So much so that she didn't even see the stalled car that was in the middle of the street. She was so involved with her feelings that she wasn't even aware that she hadn't even put on seatbelt. She was so distraught that she hadn't even noticed that she had been driving over 90 mph. So imagine her surprise when her car went flying through the air, after hitting the other car and rolling the street. In a matter of minutes Helga called out the name of the only man that she would ever love.
"Harold."
Then there was nothing left but darkness.
WHAT HAVE I DONE!!! Is this it? Is Helga dead? OMG!!!! What's next? If you want the answer to those questions read the next chapter. Yes there's still more to come. And you guys thought their breakup was a real big tear fest. Anyway in the next chapter Harold finds out about the accident, and comes back home. When he runs into Arnold let's just say it's going to be a rough fight, and one of these guys are going to take a trip to the ER. Trust me things are really about to shake, rattle, and roll. Stay tuned. As for Helga's survival, I'm not saying a word Nuh uh. I'm not telling, read the next one.