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Chapter 10 Familiar Face and Arnold Makes His Case
Helga's eyes were bleary as she tried to sit up. The sight of that blonde hair and familiar green eyes stunned her enough to faint momentarily. She rubbed the back of her head as he continued to approach her window.
"What on earth are you doing here, yah putz! I told you I never want to see you again!" Helga screeched as she backed away from the window slightly.
"You broke my heart, Helga. Why don't you like me?" he asked, his eyes glazed and nondescript. He advanced forward, but very slowly.
" Like you? I NEVER liked you, moron! You know, this is considered stalking, and I guarantee you, put one foot over that window sill and you are going to learn what the term "justifiable homicide" is all about!," Helga raised a fist, her will growing fierce.
" I won't come in, I promise. Just please listen to me," he begged in a quiet voice.
" Why should I? I don't owe you a thing!" Helga shot back.
" Is it because you like someone else?" he asked cautiously.
" Not the only reason, but yes, DOI! I LOVE someone else, so you see, geekbait, you don't stand a snowball's chance," Helga lowered her fist, feeling drained at her sudden acknowledgment of feelings to him. Why was she telling him all this?
" I'll go then," he started, turning slowly towards the fire escape steps. " Just one more thing, though. Do I know him?" his eyes looked vacuous and blank.
" You could say that," Helga muttered impatiently. "I'm closing the window now, you yellow-haired shrimp." She put one hand up to lower the window.
" Arnold's a lucky guy, that's all I can say," Arnie said under his breath as he sadly dropped into the alley and skulked away.
Across town, Arnold was in disbelief as he pulled the mustang into the garage, making sure to put it's protective car cover back over it's immaculate paint job. All of his friends, even his PROM date, had convinced him that Helga still loved him. They wanted to know, did he love her too?
No contest there, he though miserably as he climbed the stairs to his third floor bedroom. He clicked on the radio and plopped onto his bed, staring at the skylight overhead. The question was, could she really feel the same about him?
Helga still loves me? A smile crept across his face despite himself. He had always hoped as much, but she hid her true self so well! Phoebe said she did, or at least she thought she did, so what more proof could he really ask for?
Hiding under clothing racks, spying on prom dates..he laughed a low, deep chuckle at the thought of her curled under the racks at Bella's on a busy Saturday, elbowing her way forward to hear what Timberly and Lila were talking about. Well, only one problem remained, but it was the biggest one. How to approach Helga? Obviously she wasn't going to prom with Arnie anymore, that much was made clear at the movies. And from what Phoebe said earlier, Lorenzo was going with Sheena, much to his relief. So who was she going with?
" My mom wouldn't let me go to prom anyways, Arnold," Timberly had admitted sheepishly. " I was picking up that dress for a client of my dad's that day, it just worked out that Helga over heard me. You HAVE to ask her, you two belong together!"
Timberly's words vibrated in his head. She had been plotting with Gerald to get Helga and Arnold together ever since Gerald had found out Arnold still cared about her. He smiled again. He couldn't believe this had all been a plot to help him out all along.
Arnold rolled over, sitting up on the edge of the bed. Immeadiately, he knew what he needed to do. He grabbed his phone, dialing like a mad man.
" Mrs. Vitello? It's Arnold. Who do we have on for deliveries today? Chocolate Boy? Okay, great. I really need a huge, HUGE favor."
An excruciating 10 minutes later, Arnold hung up the phone with a satisfying click. Everything was arranged, to a point. He knew it all depended on Helga's reaction and sense of adventure, but he would just have to hope for the best. After all, that's what he's famously known for, looking on the bright side.
" Grasshopper, dinner-san is ready," his grandma called up the stairs.
Arnold grinned, and for the first time in days, he looked forward to Pookie's watermelon casserole. He trotted down the steps, but felt like he was walking on air.
*****Sorry it was shorter this time, but hey, 2 more chapters to go ( I think, perhaps 3) Next we will see what our Romeo has planned and also what Helga's dress will look like. Prom is almost here! How'd ya'll like the Arnie on the fire escape bit? I hope I fooled everyone! Later days! I'll review as the ideas enter my twisted brain.
Chapter 10 Familiar Face and Arnold Makes His Case
Helga's eyes were bleary as she tried to sit up. The sight of that blonde hair and familiar green eyes stunned her enough to faint momentarily. She rubbed the back of her head as he continued to approach her window.
"What on earth are you doing here, yah putz! I told you I never want to see you again!" Helga screeched as she backed away from the window slightly.
"You broke my heart, Helga. Why don't you like me?" he asked, his eyes glazed and nondescript. He advanced forward, but very slowly.
" Like you? I NEVER liked you, moron! You know, this is considered stalking, and I guarantee you, put one foot over that window sill and you are going to learn what the term "justifiable homicide" is all about!," Helga raised a fist, her will growing fierce.
" I won't come in, I promise. Just please listen to me," he begged in a quiet voice.
" Why should I? I don't owe you a thing!" Helga shot back.
" Is it because you like someone else?" he asked cautiously.
" Not the only reason, but yes, DOI! I LOVE someone else, so you see, geekbait, you don't stand a snowball's chance," Helga lowered her fist, feeling drained at her sudden acknowledgment of feelings to him. Why was she telling him all this?
" I'll go then," he started, turning slowly towards the fire escape steps. " Just one more thing, though. Do I know him?" his eyes looked vacuous and blank.
" You could say that," Helga muttered impatiently. "I'm closing the window now, you yellow-haired shrimp." She put one hand up to lower the window.
" Arnold's a lucky guy, that's all I can say," Arnie said under his breath as he sadly dropped into the alley and skulked away.
Across town, Arnold was in disbelief as he pulled the mustang into the garage, making sure to put it's protective car cover back over it's immaculate paint job. All of his friends, even his PROM date, had convinced him that Helga still loved him. They wanted to know, did he love her too?
No contest there, he though miserably as he climbed the stairs to his third floor bedroom. He clicked on the radio and plopped onto his bed, staring at the skylight overhead. The question was, could she really feel the same about him?
Helga still loves me? A smile crept across his face despite himself. He had always hoped as much, but she hid her true self so well! Phoebe said she did, or at least she thought she did, so what more proof could he really ask for?
Hiding under clothing racks, spying on prom dates..he laughed a low, deep chuckle at the thought of her curled under the racks at Bella's on a busy Saturday, elbowing her way forward to hear what Timberly and Lila were talking about. Well, only one problem remained, but it was the biggest one. How to approach Helga? Obviously she wasn't going to prom with Arnie anymore, that much was made clear at the movies. And from what Phoebe said earlier, Lorenzo was going with Sheena, much to his relief. So who was she going with?
" My mom wouldn't let me go to prom anyways, Arnold," Timberly had admitted sheepishly. " I was picking up that dress for a client of my dad's that day, it just worked out that Helga over heard me. You HAVE to ask her, you two belong together!"
Timberly's words vibrated in his head. She had been plotting with Gerald to get Helga and Arnold together ever since Gerald had found out Arnold still cared about her. He smiled again. He couldn't believe this had all been a plot to help him out all along.
Arnold rolled over, sitting up on the edge of the bed. Immeadiately, he knew what he needed to do. He grabbed his phone, dialing like a mad man.
" Mrs. Vitello? It's Arnold. Who do we have on for deliveries today? Chocolate Boy? Okay, great. I really need a huge, HUGE favor."
An excruciating 10 minutes later, Arnold hung up the phone with a satisfying click. Everything was arranged, to a point. He knew it all depended on Helga's reaction and sense of adventure, but he would just have to hope for the best. After all, that's what he's famously known for, looking on the bright side.
" Grasshopper, dinner-san is ready," his grandma called up the stairs.
Arnold grinned, and for the first time in days, he looked forward to Pookie's watermelon casserole. He trotted down the steps, but felt like he was walking on air.
*****Sorry it was shorter this time, but hey, 2 more chapters to go ( I think, perhaps 3) Next we will see what our Romeo has planned and also what Helga's dress will look like. Prom is almost here! How'd ya'll like the Arnie on the fire escape bit? I hope I fooled everyone! Later days! I'll review as the ideas enter my twisted brain.