AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know the lot of you are probably screaming at me. "WHY
THE HELLO KITTY HAVEN'T YOU WRITTEN IN SO LONG?!"
Two words. WRITERS BLOCK. D'OH! That, and I've been hopelessly in love with Inuyasha. But I finally added more. So here ya go. No heart attacks, and no wreaking havoc upon my house. I think maybe two more chapters left, at the most.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hey Arnold! If I did, then I wouldn't have this here. So there, ya BLOODY SONS OF BUCKSEARGENTS!
"All right, Helga old girl, how are you going to pull this off?" Helga muttered to herself as she walked down the sidewalk to Arnold's house. "How can you tell him to be careful without acting like I care about whether or not he's gonna get hurt?" She stopped and sighed. "There isn't!" She paced back and fourth wildly, putting her hands behind her back. "I COULD slip him a note, but then what if he doesn't find it before." she trailed off and shuddered.
She looked over in the direction she had been walking. Arnold's boardinghouse loomed ahead. "You're just gonna have to tell him right out." Helga thought a moment. "Then again, it's not like the end of the world if I go soft on him for a minute. Nobody's gonna know." She nodded. "Yeah. And I'll deny everything if word ever does get out! That's the plan!"
Helga drew herself to her full height and walked up to the boardinghouse door. She raised her fist to knock, but the door opened and Arnold, who wasn't paying attention, walked right into her. The two of them tumbled down the stoop and landed on the sidewalk.
"Helga!" Arnold cried, jumping to his feet and helping her up. "What are you doing here?"
"What did it look like I was doing, football-head?" Helga demanded. "I was going to knock on your door, but then you plowed over me! Don't you ever watch where you're walking?" Arnold rolled his eyes.
"Why are you here in the first place, Helga?" He asked patiently. Helga fidgeted with her fingers.
"T-To knock on your door," She stuttered. Arnold raised an eyebrow. "I-I mean, I. I need to tell you something."
"What?" Arnold asked.
"It's really important," Helga muttered.
"If it's so important, then go ahead and tell me."
'How do I say this?' Helga asked herself. 'Hey Arnold, I've been having these nightmares lately where you've been brutally murdered by a homicidal maniac? Yeah, he'll REALLY take me seriously then!'
"Arnold, watch your step," Helga said. "Don't walk through the park tonight, or for a while, okay?"
"Why?" Arnold asked.
'I'm not even sure myself,' Helga thought.
"Just don't okay?" She shouted angrily. "Listen to me for once in your hair-brained life, all right?"
"I guess so." Arnold said cautiously.
"Good!"
Helga spun on her heel and walked away, towards her own home. She could only pray that Arnold would listen to her "advice."
Helga arrived home as the sun was setting. She went straight to her room, glancing over at Miriam, who was asleep on the kitchen counter, and Bob, who was watching football and making bets on the phone.
She entered her living space, threw off her shoes, and leaped onto her bed.
"Oh Arnold," She muttered to herself, looking at her closet door. "Please be safe."
She slowly drifted off into slumber.
"Helga Pataki?" Gerald asked skeptically. "Helga Pataki came over to your house and told you not to walk in the park tonight?" He tossed the ball over to Arnold, who was sitting at Gerald's desk.
"Yeah," Arnold said. "She wouldn't tell me why."
"That Helga is one strange girl," Gerald muttered to himself. "Then again, all girls are strange."
"You said it pal," Arnold agreed, looking out the window. "It's getting dark. I should get home."
"All right Arnold," Gerald said, glancing outside. "Looks like fog's coming in. Don't get lost, man."
Arnold nodded and performed his "secret" handshake with Gerald.
Arnold stepped out into the misty evening twilight and walked towards his home. He shivered slightly and decided to cut through the park to save time spent in the fog. Helga was probably just being weird when she had told him to stay away from the park, anyway. What else was new?
Helga shot out of bed, out of breath and panicked.
"He didn't listen to me!" She gasped. "Arnold is going to die!"
Two words. WRITERS BLOCK. D'OH! That, and I've been hopelessly in love with Inuyasha. But I finally added more. So here ya go. No heart attacks, and no wreaking havoc upon my house. I think maybe two more chapters left, at the most.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hey Arnold! If I did, then I wouldn't have this here. So there, ya BLOODY SONS OF BUCKSEARGENTS!
"All right, Helga old girl, how are you going to pull this off?" Helga muttered to herself as she walked down the sidewalk to Arnold's house. "How can you tell him to be careful without acting like I care about whether or not he's gonna get hurt?" She stopped and sighed. "There isn't!" She paced back and fourth wildly, putting her hands behind her back. "I COULD slip him a note, but then what if he doesn't find it before." she trailed off and shuddered.
She looked over in the direction she had been walking. Arnold's boardinghouse loomed ahead. "You're just gonna have to tell him right out." Helga thought a moment. "Then again, it's not like the end of the world if I go soft on him for a minute. Nobody's gonna know." She nodded. "Yeah. And I'll deny everything if word ever does get out! That's the plan!"
Helga drew herself to her full height and walked up to the boardinghouse door. She raised her fist to knock, but the door opened and Arnold, who wasn't paying attention, walked right into her. The two of them tumbled down the stoop and landed on the sidewalk.
"Helga!" Arnold cried, jumping to his feet and helping her up. "What are you doing here?"
"What did it look like I was doing, football-head?" Helga demanded. "I was going to knock on your door, but then you plowed over me! Don't you ever watch where you're walking?" Arnold rolled his eyes.
"Why are you here in the first place, Helga?" He asked patiently. Helga fidgeted with her fingers.
"T-To knock on your door," She stuttered. Arnold raised an eyebrow. "I-I mean, I. I need to tell you something."
"What?" Arnold asked.
"It's really important," Helga muttered.
"If it's so important, then go ahead and tell me."
'How do I say this?' Helga asked herself. 'Hey Arnold, I've been having these nightmares lately where you've been brutally murdered by a homicidal maniac? Yeah, he'll REALLY take me seriously then!'
"Arnold, watch your step," Helga said. "Don't walk through the park tonight, or for a while, okay?"
"Why?" Arnold asked.
'I'm not even sure myself,' Helga thought.
"Just don't okay?" She shouted angrily. "Listen to me for once in your hair-brained life, all right?"
"I guess so." Arnold said cautiously.
"Good!"
Helga spun on her heel and walked away, towards her own home. She could only pray that Arnold would listen to her "advice."
Helga arrived home as the sun was setting. She went straight to her room, glancing over at Miriam, who was asleep on the kitchen counter, and Bob, who was watching football and making bets on the phone.
She entered her living space, threw off her shoes, and leaped onto her bed.
"Oh Arnold," She muttered to herself, looking at her closet door. "Please be safe."
She slowly drifted off into slumber.
"Helga Pataki?" Gerald asked skeptically. "Helga Pataki came over to your house and told you not to walk in the park tonight?" He tossed the ball over to Arnold, who was sitting at Gerald's desk.
"Yeah," Arnold said. "She wouldn't tell me why."
"That Helga is one strange girl," Gerald muttered to himself. "Then again, all girls are strange."
"You said it pal," Arnold agreed, looking out the window. "It's getting dark. I should get home."
"All right Arnold," Gerald said, glancing outside. "Looks like fog's coming in. Don't get lost, man."
Arnold nodded and performed his "secret" handshake with Gerald.
Arnold stepped out into the misty evening twilight and walked towards his home. He shivered slightly and decided to cut through the park to save time spent in the fog. Helga was probably just being weird when she had told him to stay away from the park, anyway. What else was new?
Helga shot out of bed, out of breath and panicked.
"He didn't listen to me!" She gasped. "Arnold is going to die!"