Author's Note** Thanks again to all my faithful readers/reviewers. Special
Thanks to Willy D who always reviews without fail! And also special shout
out to CrystalTear, you are soo nice! I love your stories as well! I am
going to try to focus on some of the other relationships surrounding them
and throw a moral dilemma or two in to keep in tune with the show's theme,
as one reviewer suggested. On with the show!
Still don't own Hey Arnold!
Chapter 5 Black Outs and Timberly Pouts
"Arnold! Oh my God, are you okay?"
Arnold heard Timberly's voice, but he couldn't answer. His eyes were still closed, but his mind was conscious once more. I can't believe I fainted at the sight of them, he thought miserably as he tried to focus his thoughts more clearly.
A small crowd had begun to envelop him as he slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head gently. Rhonda and Curly were amongst the group, their eyes full of shock and concern. Timberly sat on the floor near him, holding a paper cup of what he assumed was water. Her large hazelly-green eyes looked panicked and annoyed at the same time.
"I'm alright, I, uh, skipped dinner and I got a little light-headed," he lied as quickly as he could think of it. He managed a lopsided smile.
"Sheesh, you could of at least grabbed a piece of fruit, or a cracker or something," Timberly shot back, trying to help him to his feet and draw the attention away from them. "He's fine," she answered reassuringly to the worried looking manager as he glanced anxiously over her shoulder at Arnold.
Helga had just finished placing her order for a jumbo corn, extra butter, large yahoo soda and a huge chocolate creme filled doughnut with pink icing and little heart-shaped sprinkles when she heard the commotion near the corner of the cinaplex.
"What's going on over there, Mr. Observant?" she asked Arnie offhandedly as he had been staring blankly in that general direction as she ordered.
" Some one passed out," he replied dully. " I think it was my cousin,"
"ARNOLD?!" Helga bit her lip as the name escaped her lips. She hadn't meant to sound so concerned, but it caught her completely off guard.
" Yeah, he was in line waiting for that dark haired girl, then he fainted," Arnie replied, blinking one eye, then the other. " He looked freaked out about something."
Helga glimpsed Arnold's lanky form standing up, and putting a hand on Timberly Johannsen's shoulder for support. Her blood boiled at the site of them together again. Probably fainted when he saw how tight those jeans are, Helga thought miserably. Well, he looked fine now, although he seemed to be searching the crowd near the concession stand somewhat intently. For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to let him see her with Arnie just yet. Helga ducked behind the Sippee Machine and grabbed her order. "Let's get in there, you yellow-haired weirdo. I hate missing the previews."
Arnold sat grumpily in his seat as the lights began to dim slowly. There was the usual hustle and bustle as different couples and groups searched the aisles for seats. He saw Stinky Peterson with Lila Sawyer, their hands intertwined as they squeezed into an aisle seat three rows up. Harold and Patty were to his left, flanked by Nadine and Park to their right, as a forlorn and lovesick looking Pea Pod Kid sat behind them, glaring at Park and smiling sadly at Nadine in turn.
Timberely primped in her compact endlessly as he glanced around the filling theater. Finally, he caught site of the couple he had been searching for. Helga trounced in with Arnie, who was trying halfheartedly to link his pinky finger with hers, only to have her brush his hand back fervently. Arnold smiled widely as he watched the scene unfold. Helga's eyes seemed to dart left and right, as though avoiding someone. He slid lower in his seat as they passed in the aisle 2 rows up. With no seats available, they made their way up one row away from Arnold. Helga still didn't make eye contact, so he was pretty sure she didn't see him. She sat down directly in front of him!
Helga was on pins and needles, and that was putting it mildly. She didn't see Arnold or Miss Hottie Freshman anywhere, and she wanted to be sure they couldn't see her, either. . Her elaborate plans for revenge were unraveling, and she had decided she would purposely run into them as they exited the theater. She couldn't stand the thought of Arnold being able to watch her with Arnie throughout the entire movie, so she'd just let him know they had been there.
This, of course, didn't stop her from wanting to watch ARNOLD. She looked around as casually as she could before Arnie had plopped down unexpectedly in a seat, so she followed suit. Oh well, it was plenty dark in here now, so she wouldn't worry about them just now.
Arnold breathed in Helga's perfume deeply. Oh my god, she smells good! He thought distractedly. She sure didn't seem to be all that excited to be with Arnie, that was for sure. She sat with her long legs crossed in the opposite direction that he was sitting, and her hands clasped her doughnut and soda rather than his cousin's hand. He smiled again, and remembered his and Helga's first date 4 years ago in this very theater. To his surprise, she liked old romantic movies, and they had gone to a screening of Casablanca. He had been so touched that she had let her softer side show, as a single tear slid down her cheek during the dramatic farewell scene at the end. It was then that he had tenatively reached a hand over to hold hers, and although she had pulled away at first, she had turned, looked into his eyes, and firmly grasped his hand in return.
Why couldn't she just believe me, and trust me with her heart? Arnold thought miserably. He had missed Helga all these years, but the wound felt fresh being in this darkened theater with her now mature frame just inches away.
"Pass some popcorn, Boomerang face," Helga whispered as she licked the last of the frosting from her doughnut. This was a vapid, moronic movie and she couldn't wait for it to be over. She would almost rather be here with Lorenzo, and that was something she thought she would never think. They had gone on a few dates, but there was no chemistry. Even Lorenzo had acknowledged as much, or as he had put it, " A merger at this time between us would not be a sound investment," Helga smiled. She had made a couple of girls pretty mad for going out with him, because a rumor had begun to circulate that they were boyfriend/girlfriend. Nothing could be farther from the truth. She was just trying to kill time until Mr. Right came along...if he ever came to his senses.
Arnold watched as Helga's hair blew gently in the breeze of the air conditioned theater. This was getting ridiculous. If Timberely looked over and caught him glued to Helga like this- "AHEM," Timberly seemed to answer that question as soon as it entered his head. "Find something more interesting than the movie?" she questioned in a clearly agitated voice. "Uh, No..she just looked...cold," Arnold stammered stupidly. He mentally smacked himself upside the head for his candor.
"Mmm-hhm. I see. And do you think she needs a jacket, Mr.Wizard? I'm sure she's freezing in the 75 degree heat!" she hissed vehemently.
"NO, I mean, no, she's fine-I mean she looks fine," Damn! He hissed under his breath. "I mean-" " I know EXACTLY what you mean, Arnold," Timberely's voice rose above a whisper, and Helga's head snapped involuntarily at the sound of Arnold's name behind her. A few other people shushed them, but Helga kept her head straight forward, so as not to attract his attention.
" Can I ask you something, Helga?" Arnie muttered under his breath as she tried desperatley to overhear the unfolding argument behind her.
"Yeah, yeah, spit it out, paste-for-brains, I haven't got all day," she craned her neck slightly to the left so she could hear a little more clearly.
" I want to kiss you," he replied calmly and quietly.
Helga hadn't heard a word. She was listening intently to Timberly berate Arnold for checking out some other girl! Now she had DOULBE the competition? Who was the little harpy, spit her name out already, she thought impatiently.
" And you know, I could go to prom with just about ANY of the seniors in this school!" Timberly finished her last sentence with a dark tone.
" For the last time, Timb, I wasn't checking her out. I just don't care for this movie, and I was bored. What do you say we get outta here?"
Helga growled in frustration. Trouble in paradise, and Mr. Optimistic was already smoothing it over. She leaned back a little bit more-
"I'm going to kiss you, now" Arnie whispered as he leaned in towards Helga.
"Whatever, putz, pipe down, I'm listening here," Helga replied as she strained to hear Timberly's reply.
But before she could hear her answer, she was assaulted with two moist, salty lips in a plain flavored gum flavored kiss. She ripped her head back in an instant, complete and utter shock washing over her.
"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN, YOU FREAK OF NATURE!" Helga screamed as she leapt to her feet instantly. All eyes were on her in a second, but she didn't notice at all. She slapped Arnie with all she had in her, which is quite a lot for a girl. He fell with a thud as she ran to the aisle and fled the theater.
Arnold gasped as he watched her run down the aisle and out of the movie. Timberly snickered. "I guess your cousin lacks alot of your charms," she shot, shaking her head in amusement. "Yeah," Arnold breathed in agreement. Arnie sat up, peeled an old sour patch kid wrapper off of his face, and sat facing the screen again. Everyone else turned back towards the movie as well.
Arnold frowned sadly. She DIDN'T like Arnie, or else why would she knock him out over a little peck on the lips? So why was he sitting here with a jealous little girl when the woman he wanted was probably waiting for the next bus home at this very moment?
A song from the movie blared overhead, and it played out like a soundtrack for the feelings he was experiencing right now.
See the thorn twist in my side I'm waiting for you Slight of hand and twist of fate On a bed of nails she makes me wait And I'll wait..without you With or with out you With or with out you ohhh I can't live With or with out you
It was an old U2 song, but it fit the movie scene, and Arnold's life to a tee in that moment.
"Just where are you going?" Timberly's chin jutted out in indignation as she felt Arnold stand.
" To finish something I should of long ago, Timberly. I'lll call you later,"
Arnold rushed out of the theater, bracing himself against the slightly colder exterior of the building. He hoped he could catch her.
As he reached the corner, he watched in horror as the bus pulled away. But it wasn't the bus leaving that upset him.
No, it was the long black limo that pulled away, with Helga leaning her head against Lorenzo's shoulder, her face in tears.
***OHH I like writing this story! R/R, any suggestions?
Still don't own Hey Arnold!
Chapter 5 Black Outs and Timberly Pouts
"Arnold! Oh my God, are you okay?"
Arnold heard Timberly's voice, but he couldn't answer. His eyes were still closed, but his mind was conscious once more. I can't believe I fainted at the sight of them, he thought miserably as he tried to focus his thoughts more clearly.
A small crowd had begun to envelop him as he slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head gently. Rhonda and Curly were amongst the group, their eyes full of shock and concern. Timberly sat on the floor near him, holding a paper cup of what he assumed was water. Her large hazelly-green eyes looked panicked and annoyed at the same time.
"I'm alright, I, uh, skipped dinner and I got a little light-headed," he lied as quickly as he could think of it. He managed a lopsided smile.
"Sheesh, you could of at least grabbed a piece of fruit, or a cracker or something," Timberly shot back, trying to help him to his feet and draw the attention away from them. "He's fine," she answered reassuringly to the worried looking manager as he glanced anxiously over her shoulder at Arnold.
Helga had just finished placing her order for a jumbo corn, extra butter, large yahoo soda and a huge chocolate creme filled doughnut with pink icing and little heart-shaped sprinkles when she heard the commotion near the corner of the cinaplex.
"What's going on over there, Mr. Observant?" she asked Arnie offhandedly as he had been staring blankly in that general direction as she ordered.
" Some one passed out," he replied dully. " I think it was my cousin,"
"ARNOLD?!" Helga bit her lip as the name escaped her lips. She hadn't meant to sound so concerned, but it caught her completely off guard.
" Yeah, he was in line waiting for that dark haired girl, then he fainted," Arnie replied, blinking one eye, then the other. " He looked freaked out about something."
Helga glimpsed Arnold's lanky form standing up, and putting a hand on Timberly Johannsen's shoulder for support. Her blood boiled at the site of them together again. Probably fainted when he saw how tight those jeans are, Helga thought miserably. Well, he looked fine now, although he seemed to be searching the crowd near the concession stand somewhat intently. For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to let him see her with Arnie just yet. Helga ducked behind the Sippee Machine and grabbed her order. "Let's get in there, you yellow-haired weirdo. I hate missing the previews."
Arnold sat grumpily in his seat as the lights began to dim slowly. There was the usual hustle and bustle as different couples and groups searched the aisles for seats. He saw Stinky Peterson with Lila Sawyer, their hands intertwined as they squeezed into an aisle seat three rows up. Harold and Patty were to his left, flanked by Nadine and Park to their right, as a forlorn and lovesick looking Pea Pod Kid sat behind them, glaring at Park and smiling sadly at Nadine in turn.
Timberely primped in her compact endlessly as he glanced around the filling theater. Finally, he caught site of the couple he had been searching for. Helga trounced in with Arnie, who was trying halfheartedly to link his pinky finger with hers, only to have her brush his hand back fervently. Arnold smiled widely as he watched the scene unfold. Helga's eyes seemed to dart left and right, as though avoiding someone. He slid lower in his seat as they passed in the aisle 2 rows up. With no seats available, they made their way up one row away from Arnold. Helga still didn't make eye contact, so he was pretty sure she didn't see him. She sat down directly in front of him!
Helga was on pins and needles, and that was putting it mildly. She didn't see Arnold or Miss Hottie Freshman anywhere, and she wanted to be sure they couldn't see her, either. . Her elaborate plans for revenge were unraveling, and she had decided she would purposely run into them as they exited the theater. She couldn't stand the thought of Arnold being able to watch her with Arnie throughout the entire movie, so she'd just let him know they had been there.
This, of course, didn't stop her from wanting to watch ARNOLD. She looked around as casually as she could before Arnie had plopped down unexpectedly in a seat, so she followed suit. Oh well, it was plenty dark in here now, so she wouldn't worry about them just now.
Arnold breathed in Helga's perfume deeply. Oh my god, she smells good! He thought distractedly. She sure didn't seem to be all that excited to be with Arnie, that was for sure. She sat with her long legs crossed in the opposite direction that he was sitting, and her hands clasped her doughnut and soda rather than his cousin's hand. He smiled again, and remembered his and Helga's first date 4 years ago in this very theater. To his surprise, she liked old romantic movies, and they had gone to a screening of Casablanca. He had been so touched that she had let her softer side show, as a single tear slid down her cheek during the dramatic farewell scene at the end. It was then that he had tenatively reached a hand over to hold hers, and although she had pulled away at first, she had turned, looked into his eyes, and firmly grasped his hand in return.
Why couldn't she just believe me, and trust me with her heart? Arnold thought miserably. He had missed Helga all these years, but the wound felt fresh being in this darkened theater with her now mature frame just inches away.
"Pass some popcorn, Boomerang face," Helga whispered as she licked the last of the frosting from her doughnut. This was a vapid, moronic movie and she couldn't wait for it to be over. She would almost rather be here with Lorenzo, and that was something she thought she would never think. They had gone on a few dates, but there was no chemistry. Even Lorenzo had acknowledged as much, or as he had put it, " A merger at this time between us would not be a sound investment," Helga smiled. She had made a couple of girls pretty mad for going out with him, because a rumor had begun to circulate that they were boyfriend/girlfriend. Nothing could be farther from the truth. She was just trying to kill time until Mr. Right came along...if he ever came to his senses.
Arnold watched as Helga's hair blew gently in the breeze of the air conditioned theater. This was getting ridiculous. If Timberely looked over and caught him glued to Helga like this- "AHEM," Timberly seemed to answer that question as soon as it entered his head. "Find something more interesting than the movie?" she questioned in a clearly agitated voice. "Uh, No..she just looked...cold," Arnold stammered stupidly. He mentally smacked himself upside the head for his candor.
"Mmm-hhm. I see. And do you think she needs a jacket, Mr.Wizard? I'm sure she's freezing in the 75 degree heat!" she hissed vehemently.
"NO, I mean, no, she's fine-I mean she looks fine," Damn! He hissed under his breath. "I mean-" " I know EXACTLY what you mean, Arnold," Timberely's voice rose above a whisper, and Helga's head snapped involuntarily at the sound of Arnold's name behind her. A few other people shushed them, but Helga kept her head straight forward, so as not to attract his attention.
" Can I ask you something, Helga?" Arnie muttered under his breath as she tried desperatley to overhear the unfolding argument behind her.
"Yeah, yeah, spit it out, paste-for-brains, I haven't got all day," she craned her neck slightly to the left so she could hear a little more clearly.
" I want to kiss you," he replied calmly and quietly.
Helga hadn't heard a word. She was listening intently to Timberly berate Arnold for checking out some other girl! Now she had DOULBE the competition? Who was the little harpy, spit her name out already, she thought impatiently.
" And you know, I could go to prom with just about ANY of the seniors in this school!" Timberly finished her last sentence with a dark tone.
" For the last time, Timb, I wasn't checking her out. I just don't care for this movie, and I was bored. What do you say we get outta here?"
Helga growled in frustration. Trouble in paradise, and Mr. Optimistic was already smoothing it over. She leaned back a little bit more-
"I'm going to kiss you, now" Arnie whispered as he leaned in towards Helga.
"Whatever, putz, pipe down, I'm listening here," Helga replied as she strained to hear Timberly's reply.
But before she could hear her answer, she was assaulted with two moist, salty lips in a plain flavored gum flavored kiss. She ripped her head back in an instant, complete and utter shock washing over her.
"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN, YOU FREAK OF NATURE!" Helga screamed as she leapt to her feet instantly. All eyes were on her in a second, but she didn't notice at all. She slapped Arnie with all she had in her, which is quite a lot for a girl. He fell with a thud as she ran to the aisle and fled the theater.
Arnold gasped as he watched her run down the aisle and out of the movie. Timberly snickered. "I guess your cousin lacks alot of your charms," she shot, shaking her head in amusement. "Yeah," Arnold breathed in agreement. Arnie sat up, peeled an old sour patch kid wrapper off of his face, and sat facing the screen again. Everyone else turned back towards the movie as well.
Arnold frowned sadly. She DIDN'T like Arnie, or else why would she knock him out over a little peck on the lips? So why was he sitting here with a jealous little girl when the woman he wanted was probably waiting for the next bus home at this very moment?
A song from the movie blared overhead, and it played out like a soundtrack for the feelings he was experiencing right now.
See the thorn twist in my side I'm waiting for you Slight of hand and twist of fate On a bed of nails she makes me wait And I'll wait..without you With or with out you With or with out you ohhh I can't live With or with out you
It was an old U2 song, but it fit the movie scene, and Arnold's life to a tee in that moment.
"Just where are you going?" Timberly's chin jutted out in indignation as she felt Arnold stand.
" To finish something I should of long ago, Timberly. I'lll call you later,"
Arnold rushed out of the theater, bracing himself against the slightly colder exterior of the building. He hoped he could catch her.
As he reached the corner, he watched in horror as the bus pulled away. But it wasn't the bus leaving that upset him.
No, it was the long black limo that pulled away, with Helga leaning her head against Lorenzo's shoulder, her face in tears.
***OHH I like writing this story! R/R, any suggestions?