Well, I didn't have any review., so I'm kind of sad (crying upon the panel).

I'm sorry for not updating for so long, but as anyone read my stories, it shouldn't bothers you, right? (sniff, sniff)

Please, tell me I'm wrong.

Hey Arnold is not mine.

Ode to John Lennon

Chapter 8

Slowly, Helga realized what she just said. Arnold looked like he was about to cry his heart out. And regret fills Helga's one. She had never had the intetion to hurt him, to make him suffer. She always try to protect him, she don't let anything bad happens to him. She saved him a lot of times, even (mostly) whan he didn't know about hes help, and she…she…she just hurted him like anybody ever did.

Suddenly, Helga's eyes felt full with tears, and took her face out of Arnold view.

What did I do? What? How could I…?

Not a word was crossed between them. With a great simplicity in her moves, Helga slowly got up from her sitting position, and walked away from him. She didn't want to hurt him again. She didn't even looked at him twice.

Arnold sat in the same place, without moving, for a lot of time. He wanted to say something to Helga, a word, but no sound came out of his mouth. Besides he didn't know what he wanted to say. So he stayed, thinking. The last conversation brung so much upon Arnold's soul that not a claire though could came out of his mind. He knew that he should be very transparent when talking to his gandparents. He couldn't lie to them. And for that, he couldn't lie to himself.

He remembered Helga's every words, every moves, every gesticulation. And he started to find a meaning. She didn't sound sarcastic or mocking when she said all those things. She actually seemed…well…hurt.

Hurt? How's that? And he remembered, he remembered all the things she had done for him, the ones he knew, and guessed how much she did without him knowing. And he remembered every word she told him in the PFS building, and every word she said there in the bridge, and a little smile appered in his face.

All of a sudden, he rise up for his sitting position, with a confiable smile in his face, and headed to his home. He had finally made up his mind.

Helga was in her room, surrouded by all kinds of books, journals, and note books. And she was crying. She knew she won't be able to see Arnold again without cry, and that is if he even look at her, which would be really weird due to the fact he should hate her till the eternity. Her tears were falling harder and harder, and ever Miriam had woke up from her dozed state to ask her what the problem was.

Suddenly, the phone rung. A chilly run across Helga, and her intuition told her no to answer. However, her reazon told her: "don't be stupid Helga, it's just Phoebe". And she picked the phone.

"Hi Helga.

Oh, crap.

It was that voice, his voice. The voice she had loved all her life.

"Hi, Arnold.

Now what?

"Listen Helga, I want to tell you, about what you said…

"Oh, yeah, about that, I'm sorr…

"Don't.

What?

"Don't apologised. I want to tell you that I'll follow your advice, I'm going to search for them…I…well…I already told to my grandparents, and some borders, and we are planing the trip to San Lorenzo.

Helga was without words. He is going to do what I told him!! He's going to follow my advice!! My advice!!! She almost faint, but remained control.

"Well, I'm glad, I guess. I, well, I wish you luck?

Arnold tried not to laugh.

"Helga, I'm not going away today. I mean, we'll see each other later, okey?

"Sure, bye.

"Bye.

Helga was about to hung up the phone, when he yelled:

"Wait, Helga!!

"What?

"I…well…..I…

…thanks.

"You are welcome…

…football head.

And they both hung up smiling.

-End of flashback-

Helga had that loving-struck face when she remembered what his problem was. With a resolute shine in her eyes took a blank piece of paper, her favourite purple pen, and started tp write. A poem? No, a letter.

Dear Arnold,

By the time you'll receive this letter, I'd probably already made a desition. However, i feel like telling you what's upset me right now. Not that I care what your opinion is, in fact, I couldn't care less. It's just my way to unborden myself..

You know, I had grown up being much softer than I used to be, that's the only reazon I write letters to you. In fact, this writting thing really took a lot of my time.

Well, going stright to the point, my sister is in love. I know, I know, this isn't the first time. But this time she looks really determinant. I belive you are asking yourself where the problem is, and, let me tell you, it's a big one.

Well, the boy who Olga is in love is…JAMIE-O!!! Can you belive it? of all the people in the world, she just has to fall in love with him!

I guess that you are wondering why am I so upset, right? Well, not even me can explin it. it's just that I have the feeling that this relationship isn't going to end up in a few dates. This goes serious.

I'll guess for the thirth time: you are thinking: I'm sure Helga will do the right thing. If you let me disagree, I don't understand where this hope about me born up. But I have Olga's future right in my hands. I'll just be careful. In fact, this could be the great occasion to make my revenge. But it's the perfect occasion to take Olga out of my life, too. I guess, I'll have to make my desition soon.

How're Miles and Stella? And how's San Lorenzo? Your grandparents are just fine, and so are the borders.

Helga.

Satisfied with her work, Helga remembered when this little habit start. It was one of her most memorables moments, both happy and sad. Due to this, a tear run out of her eye before she could even brush it off, while a smile appered in her face.

- flashback -

Arnold really followed Helga advice. He went to San Lorenzo with his grandparents, and some boarders that didn't want to leave them alone: Earnie, Mr. Hyunn, and Oscar Kokoska (he actually wanted to stole some antics from the Green Eyed People, and sell them to a museum or to the black market. Of course, he didn't succeded). Susie stayed taking care of the boarding house.

Although nobody though they would do it, Arnold came back, four months later, tired, exausted, but extremely happy: he came back with his parents.

What did happen with them, you may ask. The true, nobody but the travelers know. He seemed relunctacty to say his adventures to no one, even Gerald. But that wasn't important, because Miles and Stella soon became the atractions of Hilwood. Everybody go to see them, to congratule them. Everybody but Helga. She was to scared to talked to them, she only dared to see them from the distance. She though that she will have plenty opportunities to see them at her pleasure, maybe when Arnold re-started with his old life, and when all the buzzing around the boarding house will be gone.

But that moment never came. The media was extremely happy to have such a famous adverturers in their own town, and their were exploted and followed everywhere. Everytime Arnold left the house, a reporter, a photograph or a paparazzi run after him to have some declarations, which then appered in the first page of that day newspaper. Such a life was impossible, and they decided to move. Miles and Stella, being the great explorers they were, find a goon position in California. But they were thinking in travel the world with their son: showing him Asia, Africa, and most of all, South America. After all, Arnold is literally a San Lorenzian person, because he borned in there.

The new broke Helga's heart. She had only said "hello" to Arnold before everybody started arrasing him. And now, his belived is moving away. She wish to be dead, she almost though about suicide, but she decided an escape will be enough. She was almost going nuts, when, the morning before Arnold departure, she had a phone call.

"Who is it?

"Helga?

She frozed. I mean, this wasn't the first time he called, but it was the most unpredictible of all. She couldn't say anything, not a word came out from her mouth. So silence she was, that Arnold though there was nobody there.

"Helga?

His voice strartled her. She decided she has to say something before he hung up. But as she didn't know what to say, she pronouced the only sound that came in her mind:

"Uhh?

"Helga, is that you?

"Er, yeah, it's me.

"It's Arnold, you know.

"I already know.

"Okey, well…you don't need to get all that violent. Listen, Helga, in the last days I haven't see you here, or in the neighbourhood.

"Hey, you're talking like it's my fault.

"Sorry, I know I have been a little tight this days. But I need to ask you a favour.

"To me? Why me? And what make you think I'd do a favour to you?

"Came on, Helga. Today for me, tomorrow for you.

"Yeah, yeah, let me remind you that I've done plenty of favours to you.

"I know. That's another reazon you should make me this.

"Helga?

"Okey, tell me what's it about, and I'll think about it.

"Right, but not by phone. I'll see you by the bridge in the park, in 10 minutes.

"Hey, wait, you…(piiiiii).

Crap. I wonder what is this pantomime about.

"Where in the heck he is? If he's making fun of me I swear…

"I'm here.

Helga's eyes blink in surprise, and then…she burst off of laugh. Arnold, or the thing that called himself Arnold, was not other thing that

…a giant banana.

"I can't belive you have this suit.

"Helga, could you please cut it of?

"Sorry, I can't help it. i though that you wanted to be unnoticed among people.

"I know, but this suit is great. People don't really see me, just the costume.

"I see.

"Helga, can we talk about my little favour?

"Okey, okey, I'm calmed now. What do you need?

"You know, I'm moving to…

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I already know. Cut the prologue.

"Right. I'm afraid to leave my grandparents alone.

"Arnold, they are the strongest old people in the world, Phil even beats my dad, and I tell a lot with that. besides they have the boarders to take care of them.

"No, Helga. I know they are strong, and I do trust in the boarders, but they are used to have children at their side. That's what make them younger. The true, Helga, I need you to support them, can you?

"Arnold, I…I don't know. I don't think your grandparents will be very happy to have near them a the "little pink Pataki girl". Why don't you ask Geraldo, or Phoebe?

"In fact, they asked for you.

"Really?

"Yeah, and I agree. After all, I can trust when you make a promise. You are loyal.

"Helga? Helga!! You have a funny look in your eye. Is something wrong?

"What? No, no , no. What?

"Helga, my grandparents…

"Wha… oh, yeah. Well, I can go to the boarding house once in a while.

"Really? You don't know how happy you make me, Helga!!

"Hey, don't get all mushy all of a sudden. Is that all?

"Sure…Wait, no. I want to ask you another one.

"Another? Who do you think am I, the Tooth Fairy?!!

"It's a really little one. You know, as I going to be far away for awhile, well, I would apreciate if you guys write me some letters. I already asked the gang, what do you say?

Is he serious? And is he blushing, or am I just imaging it?

"Well, s…sure. I mean, I can write you a postcard when I'm boring.

"Thanks, Helga. Hey, are you coming to the airport tomorrow?

"Well, no. To be true, Bob is still mad at you.

"Yeah, I'm not surprised. So, this is the last time I saw you, for a while at least, uhh?

"It seems so.

"Well…

"Well…

"Bye, Helga.

"Bye.

As Helga was turning her back heading to her home, Arnold call her.

"Helga, I know you don't like the mushy stuff very much, but, can I hug you, for the old times?

"You know, I don't usually hug bananas, but I can make an exception for you.

It was a warn hug, and this time actually Helga hugged back. Well, at least try while she was in cloud 9. They separate with a warm smile in their faces.

"I will miss you Helga, I guess there won't be blonde girls bullies to split wet papers at my head.

"Me too, Arnold, I don't think another football headed boy with a moral speech will visit the town.

"Good bye, Helga. Don't forget write me.

"I won't. I'll see you around, football-head.

Arnold stayed for a while, waiting untill Helga's form disappered from his sight. Then, he returned home.

- End of flashback -