Hello again! I'm so glad people are actually liking this so far. But, I warn you, as this goes on, it will get weirder!
Disclaimer: I've said it before, and I'll say it AGAIN... I do NOT own Hey Arnold! Got that? You better... *glares* because this is the last disclaimer on this fic that you're going to read! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!
~5 years later~ (they're now 14 [except Harold, who is older])
Helga sighed, defeated, and tossed her playing cards to the side. "You won again! That's... 25 times now! What are you doing? Cheating!?" she asked, and Ciarra gave her a sly smile, making her sigh again and roll her eyes. "Oh yes, I forgot: never play cards with a mind reader level 5. You'll lose every time. Rule number ONE of card playing..." she said, and shook her head.
"Ah, cheer up! What's the matter? You aren't usually THIS depressed when I win." Ciarra asked, and Helga looked out the window to her left. They were in Ciarra and Zoe's room, and on Ciarra's side of the room (her side was the one with the red bed in this room), next to the window beside the double door closet, that showed the front double doors below.
"Well... it's just that... exactly 5 years ago today I left my friends back in Hillwood to come here. And I miss then like crazy!" she said, and looked back at Ciarra as her Tabby/Manx mix cat jumped up into her lap, meowing loudly. Ciarra sighed, and closed her eyes, making Helga completely shut up. She knew what Ciarra was doing, and she knew not to interrupt. She waited until Ciarra opened her eyes back up to continue. "And why, may I ask, did you call the others here? We don't need them, you know."
"Yeah, I know, but I have a plan, that DOES need them." she said, and smiled innocently. Helga squinted her eyes, but didn't retort. Soon the others burst in the door, but three of them got caught in the door, because they tried to go in at the same time.
"Come on, move it, I want in!" Zoe shouted, pushing through the three girls stuck in the doorway, and knocking them to the floor. She stared down at them, then shrugged and walked over to Helga and Ciarra. "So, why did you call 'us all' here for? And I've seen so many movies that I've heard the line you're going to use before." she said, making Ciarra and Helga laugh hysterically.
"The way you said that it sounded like as if YOU were the mind reader! Ha!" Ciarra laughed, making Zoe shake her head and sit down on Ciarra's bed.
"Just get on with it, brainiac." Zoe said, and Helga and Ciarra stopped laughing. The other 6 came over, and sat down. Some were on the floor, some were on the computer desk chairs, and some were on the bed.
"Ok. Helga is missing her old friends from Hillwood, and she wants to visit them." Ciarra said simply, and Helga turned and looked at her like she had said that she needed to join PHOC (a/n: Piano Haters Only Club).
"I do?!" she asked, and Ciarra nodded, looking at her.
"Yes, you do. You said so yourself!"
"And WHEN did I say this?!"
"Not long ago." Ciarra stuck her hand up in the air, and snapped her fingers, while her eyes were closed. Soon they heard a low humming outside the window, and they saw a floating machine outside it. "Now, we have to convince the teachers and principals that we need to go there without them telling our parents," in the middle of Ciarra's sentence, Zoe and Diamond frowned, and Ciarra noticed, "Or grandparents as the case may be. How can we? Hmm..." she thought for a little bit, before Helga jumped up, smiling widely.
"I have a great idea!" she exclaimed, making all the other girls look at her strangely. "We could tell them that our parents-or grandparents-called and told us that they want us back home! And if that doesn't work Rebecca could use her mind controlling to tell the supervisor or whatever you call her to let us come back to my hometown! Could that work?" she asked, and Rebecca looked at her in thought. "Crimany, you would think I said something complicated like my old best friend Phoebe would by the way you're staring at me!" she said with a laugh, making Diamond-but no one else-laugh. "Well, she thinks I'm funny."
"That's because she's just a 11 year old." Zoe said, rolling her eyes (except no one could tell, because she still had on the sunglasses). Diamond glared at her, then stormed over.
"Hey, you didn't complain when YOU were 11, did you?!" Diamond asked, pointing an accusing finger at Zoe's forehead. Zoe yawned, and rolled her eyes, again (no one could tell still though).
"Yeah, but that's because you're my SISTER. I'm suppose to make fun of you. Duh!" she said, and glanced up at her 3 1/4 years younger sister. Diamond humphed, and walked back to her seat on the floor, but it was now occupied by Shawana. Diamond crossed her arms, frowned, and tapped her left foot. Shawana looked up at her, and smiled innocently, then moved to the side so Diamond could sit back down.
"Well, Helga, that's a very good idea. I thought about it, and made up my mind. I'll do that." Rebecca said, and stood up. She walked out the door, followed by Helga. She spun around, making Helga jump, and looked at her strangely (a/n: have you noticed that I always have someone spin around fast making the person behind them jump? I did it in "Farewell, my football headed love" about... how many times?). "Why are you following me?" she asked, and Helga frowned, crossing her arms.
"You didn't even give a second thought to my first idea, now did you?" Helga asked, and Rebecca just laughed. Rebecca turned on her heel, and walked out the unusually small door (not short, just narrow). Helga followed, once again, making Rebecca sigh, and shake her head. They walked into the caretaker's room, and she looked to them, from her papers. She smiled pleasantly, and turned to them in her chair.
"Why hello Rebecca, Helga, what are you two doing here?" she asked, and Rebecca sat down in front of Ms. Winslet (a/n: ack, I'm being weird. That's the last name of one of the characters on that game Wild ARMs 3 that I'm so obsessed with!), her eyes wide, making her look like she was in shock. "What is it Rebecca? What..." before she could finish her sentence, she was caught by Rebecca's look.
"What is your name?"
"What? Why are you asking her name?!" Helga shrieked, and Rebecca laughed, but didn't lose eye contact.
"I've always wanted to know her name. Ever since I first came here. Now, Ms. Winslet, what is your whole name?" she asked, and Ms. Winslet nodded her head.
"My... name... is... Kaitlyn Winslet..." she answered, and Helga's jaw dropped. Boy, was Rebecca good at that! She could get anyone to tell her anything, just by looking in their eyes! (A/n: *sigh*... I'm definitely obsessed with that game... Kaitlyn Winslet is the name of that one character on that game's daughter!)
"Cool! I like that name. Now, we want to go back to Helga's hometown, and you're going to let us, correct?" she asked, and Kaitlyn nodded her head slowly. Helga smiled, and began jumping around the room, making little 'ee' noises.
"Ysysysysysysyysyss! I can't believe we get to GOO!!! Ysysysysysysyysyss!!" Helga screeched, as Rebecca took her eyes away from Ms. Winslet to watch her crazed friend jump around the room. Rebecca laughed, and ran over to Helga, placing her hands on Helga's shoulders to calm her. She stopped bouncing, and looked at Rebecca, wide eyed, and grinning unnaturally. "Yay!!!!" she shrieked, and ran out of the room and Rebecca's grasp.
Rebecca stood there, her hands hanging in the air, on nothing, then burst out laughing, and followed Helga. Everyone in the whole 4th level could hear them laughing. Well, Rebecca laughing, Helga 'Ysysysysysysyysyss'-ing. Helga burst through the door of Ciarra and Zoe's room, to see them all already in the hover craft thing. "YES!!!!" Helga shrieked, and ran onto the hover craft thing, making Rebecca laugh even harder.
Finally, Rebecca stopped herself, and was able to get onto the hovercraft. Ciarra started it up, and they took off, with Helga giving them the directions. "Left... no, your other left! Yes... now right... yes, that right... LEFT! Ah, turn around, and go left. Yes... yes... that way, not right!! You are the worst driver I've ever seen... course, that's probably because you still have a year until you learn to drive. No, THAT WHERE WE CAME FROM!!... turn, turn, TURN! THANK you for turning... ack, you turned right! Just put it on autopilot, please Ciarra?"
Ciarra gritted her teeth, and turned, angrily, to Helga. "Do you want to drive it? It isn't exactly as easy as it looks!" she said, and Helga shook her head quickly, her eyes wide. "Fine then, don't complain about my driving. I'll put it on autopilot, as long as you SHUT UP, ok?" she asked, smiling. Helga nodded her head, and handed Ciarra the map. Ciarra studied it, then typed something on the hover craft thing's control board. It completely turned around, and began to head the way Helga had been trying to get Ciarra to go. "Huh..." Ciarra mumbled, and sat down. "This will be a moderately long ride, so either sit down, or go to sleep, or... something." the others nodded their heads, and they all sat down. then Helga jumped up, staring at Ciarra with wide eyes. Ciarra didn't bother opening her eyes. "Yes, we packed. All of the stuff we'll need... now, I'll be asleep if you need me." she yawned, and drifted to sleep.
Helga nodded her head, and sat down to try to go to sleep also. Before she closed her eyes, she something in the corner of her eye. She opened her eyes back open completely, and looked towards where she had seen whatever it was. There was nothing there, except the roads beneath them. She shrugged, and leaned back. Little did she know that there really was something there. Underneath the flying machine (that Ciarra invented), was a tracing device, that had the letters 'PHOC' in blue flashing capital letters written on it's face.
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Arnold rolled over, falling onto his floor. When he hit the floor, it instantly woke him up. "Don'tgo..." he mumbled when he woke up, then rubbed his eyes. He yawned, stretched, and stood up. "What a strange dream... heh... wonder who that girl was. Oh well, I'm sure she was just 'the girl of my dreams.' Ha, ha, ha, ha!" he laughed, and quickly got dressed into his new usual outfit. A black t-shirt, red plaid shirt like the one he used to wear (except he wears it over the black t-shirt instead), and blue faded/worn blue jeans. He then brushed his hair back, and gelled it so that only a few strands came down in front of his face (a/n: ok, ok, I got this hairdo from Janus [yes, he is a guy] from Wild ARMS 3... I know I'm obsessed!!), smiling into the mirror he had placed in his room not too long before. "Looking good! Ha haha..." he laughed at himself, then ran downstairs with his bag draped over his right shoulder.
"Bye Grandma, Grandpa!" he yelled as he dashed out the door, onto the bus. He was almost late, and he knew it. He stumbled on, showed his bus pass to the driver, and walked to his seat. Just before he sat down, he noticed a few new people on the bus. They were all girls, and there were 8 of them. One of them looked quite familiar, but he couldn't place her face with a name. Suddenly she looked up at him, and smiled.
"Hey football head! Been a long time, hasn't it? How ya been? I see you lost the 'innocent one' look." she said, looking him up and down. His eyes shot wide open, and his jaw fell a foot. 'This is Helga Pataki? She CAN'T be HELGA, she's... she's...' he thought, still staring at her. He did a once over, then he couldn't help but do it again and again. He couldn't control himself; it was like he was being forced. She had curved into a perfect hourglass figure, and the clothes she wore accented it perfectly. A hot magenta spaghetti strapped tank top with the words 'Be Mine Or Else' in blue writing on it and a lighter pink heart, a dark azure mini skirt, and black high heeled boots. She had just a slight tint of pink eyeshadow, and a sparkly lip gloss. She smiled at him a smile that (to him) simply shined. "Well, are ya going to stand there gawking, or ya going to say something?" she laughed, and he shook his head to snap back into reality.
"Helga!" he finally gasped, with his eyes growing wider by the minute. Helga laughed, making him shake his head again, to snap more out of his little fantasies. "Wow! Y-you l-look... different. Good! I was just wondering... why did you come back? This isn't exactly the most glamorous city, according to you." he asked, and Helga sighed, motioning for him to sit down behind her, with Gerald, who was also just as shocked as Arnold, staring at Helga. He sat down, and Helga turned to him, her arm resting on the back of the seat.
"Well, you see, football head, I began to miss everything here. Like, the dock, my own house, the park, Slausens, The Jolly Olly Man although he is so insane, Mighty Pete although I hardly ever was invited to come there," she scowled, making Arnold look down, "Gerald Field, and a bunch more things." Arnold looked up into her eyes, and she laughed, lightly hitting his head, making him frown. "And don't worry, I missed the people too! I missed Phoebe and the whole group, including you. And a few other people, like... well... uh... never mind." she laughed, and then reached down into her bag, to search for something.
"You messed up my hair," Arnold joked, smoothing down his hair where Helga had hit his head. She looked up at him from her bag, with her eyebrows raised.
"Since when you care more about your hair than seeing your friends again?" she asked, equally joking, and Arnold laughed, shaking his head. "Good, because I thought that maybe you were now Rhonda's boyfriend or something, and she got to you." she said, bringing a set of headphones up, holding them in her right hand. "So, do you... well, this is kinda embarrassing and none of my beeswax, but I want to know... have a girlfriend?" she asked, a light flush rising in her cheeks. 'Great, Helga, you're blushing... now he probably is suspicious! Come on, ignoramus, why did you ask if he had a girlfriend? Even if he didn't, and even though you have this power, you wouldn't want to force him to love you!' she waited for an answer, but before she got one, Gerald began to laugh. Helga looked at him strangely. "What are you laughing at, tall hair boy? Well... hair boy, I should just say." she said, and Gerald looked at her, slightly chuckling. Arnold just looked at Gerald with his eyes squinted.
"Him? Arnold, have a girlfriend? Ha! He hasn't had a girlfriend since... uh... since... well, actually, never! Ever since Lila became Lil' Miz Horrible he hasn't even barely looked at another girl! Plus, all the other girls in our grade are taken. Either that or, Arnold thinks, they all think he's weird." Gerald laughed, and Arnold stomped his foot, making him yelp. Helga now was the one to laugh. "What did you do that for, man?!" Gerald asked, and Arnold rolled his eyes.
"Oh, maybe I just felt like it, either that or, oh, I don't know, maybe I wanted to keep that a secret between us?" Arnold spat at his best friend, who just shrugged, and stood up, going to go sit with Phoebe, who was eager to have him sit with her. Arnold looked back to Helga, who was facing the front of the bus, with the headphones on. 'Huh, didn't even give me a chance to ask her any questions about herself. Oh well, that can wait until lunch, I guess. Man, Gerald had that story wrong. I don't have a girlfriend because I don't want one yet. I don't like-like any girl at the moment... well...' his thoughts were cut off by the bus stopping at the school.