Silent Night
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! or Craig. yet anyway. Besides, if I did would I really spend my wonderful time writing this? Didn't think so!
A/N: I'm going to be doing some minor changes. But to let you know, when you see a bunch of ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ that means it's switching to someone else's point of view, more than likely Arnold's or it means that your reading into a different point of time. One more thing, this chapter is going to be long!
Get A Clue
I sat up in bed, unable to stray asleep. I had butterflies gliding through my stomach. My eyes were falling but my brain wouldn't let me go into my long wanted slumber. Too much had gone on in one day.
Thoughts of Arnold, Olga, and Lila were blowing through my head. My life was turning into one big mystery and with every person a part of the puzzle was solved. It was complicated to think of it like this.
First, Arnold walked into my life and made it ten times brighter. Then Lila waltzed in and tried to steal him but he remained faithful. And last, Olga was helping me. What a jigsaw this would turn out to be. But at the time I didn't realize that it was only the beginning.
When my eyes scampered shut and my brain shut down for the night, I was off to dream land. All I could find myself dreaming about was what Arnold had said to me.
"That's not exactly true. Look at this." He said, handing me a wallet. I opened it and saw that a picture of me with a heart around my face was in a clear slot. I was completely speechless. It was like my mind knew what to say but my mouth couldn't form the words to say it. I just stood there in shock.
"How do I know you didn't get this after I told you?" I managed to say.
"It's really just a matter of trust. There's not an actual way of proving that I've had it since the second grade." He blushed. How could I not trust him?
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"Arnold, my sweet, my soul treat pre teen. Why must I hold you only whilst I dream?" I read aloud to myself. I was stuck wondering why Helga never bothered to tell me such deep feelings. I was amazed that she could write like that, though.
I looked over at my alarm clock and saw that it was nearly 1:00 AM. I was going to have to sleep. I didn't think that I could make it much longer. All that I could think about was Helga, and what she was thinking about this whole ordeal.
The things that she told me about Lila came as a total shock. I had chased after her for so long and never saw how horrible she really was. To think, Helga was the first girl I ever liked and the last girl I ever thought that I would end up in love with. But, in the end, fate always gets its way.
I lied in bed for another thirty minutes. My eyes were burning from tiredness. I wanted to fall asleep but my mind was wondering to Helga. I wanted to call her and see how she was doing but I thought it wasn't a very good idea to call at 1:30 AM. I was just another hopeless case of boy likes girl, boy chases girl, finds different girl he loves, girl he chased likes him but it's to late because he was in love, old girl torments him.
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I woke up and pulled my locket out of my dress, which I forgot to change. I didn't feel anything where I was putting my hand. It was missing! It wasn't around my neck anymore. How could such a thing happen?
"Where are you? Come on! This is the last thing that I need today!" I screamed, rummaging through my closet. I thought that maybe I dropped it while I was pacing my room and kicked it in there. I didn't find it.
I didn't want to give up looking but my bus was going to pull up in only fifteen minutes! I barley had time to brush my teeth, much less look for my locket. I decided I would look for it after school.
I grabbed my clothes and shoes, ran into the bathroom, and got ready. I didn't have time to put my hair in pigtails today so I went with it down. I hadn't realized how long it had gotten.
When I finished getting ready I ran down stairs, grabbed my lunch box (which I packed the day before), took my coat off of the hanger, and ran outside to the bus stop. Phoebe was there waiting for me.
"Sorry. I just got up fifteen minutes ago. I lost my locket!" I panted. She just stared at me like I was some kind of grotesque monster.
"Helga. Your hair looks amazing! How did you get it so long?" She asked, her eyes twinkling. I chocked on nothing.
"What do you mean? It's been this long for a long time, as far as I know. I just didn't have time to do the pigtails. Where is that bus? That's two days in a row that it's late!" I complained. Phoebe was about to theoretically explain that the bus shows up in two minutes but I saw it.
I walked through its open doors. I searched the bus until I saw where Arnold was sitting. He wasn't sitting in his normal set. He was in the back where I usually sit. Gerald was there with him.
"Hey!" I smiled when Phoebe and I reached the back. Arnold and Gerald moved over so that we could sit down. When I took a seat Arnold inter twined our fingers and laid his head on my shoulder.
"Mind if I borrow you for a second? I didn't go to sleep until 1:30 this morning." He asked shutting his eyes.
"Only if I can borrow you. I stayed up that long, too." I said laying my head on his. His warm hair was tickling my cheek. I shut my eyes and fell asleep in a matter of minutes.
"Helga! Arnold! Wake up!" Gerald called. I lifted my head and shook it. I felt Arnold lift his, also. "Come on! The bus is going to take you with it!"
"All right! I'm up!" Arnold said rubbing his eyes. "Oh, wow. Helga your hair looks great. You should leave it down more often." I smiled as a thank you. Arnold and I stood up together. Gerald shook his head and laughed.
"You two have got it bad!" He said. Phoebe nodded in agreement. All four of us walked off of the bus. "Great! We have to go to class today!"
"I forgot all about that!" I said, putting my forehead into my hands. "We have that test! I didn't study! Oh, no!"
"I'm sure you'll do great, Helga." Arnold said brightly. I loved that about him. He always looked on the bright side. Life, to him, seems like one big coloring book. If you get out of the lines, erase it.
"Thanks, Arnold. But I don't know this stuff! How am I supposed to remember what the difference is between a cell and a molecule? I'm going to fail this test!"
"No, you won't!" Arnold half yelled.
"What do you mean?" I asked, almost scared of what the answer might be.
"I believe in you. You can do it!" I smiled at Arnold. We walked into the school and into our classroom. Mr. Simmons was passing out the test.
"Nice of you four to join us!" He said happily. He handed us the test and we took our seats. I pulled out a pencil and looked at the paper. I couldn't help but think this is going to take a while.
I looked over at Arnold and saw that he had been trying to get my attention. He threw a note onto my desk. I opened it with trembling hands. I had never received a note from Arnold.
My Dearest Helga,
You can do it! Come on! Remember what Mr. Simmons has said!
Xoxo,
Arnold
I blushed. I looked down at the test once more. I placed my pencil on the paper and everything just seemed to flow. It was like I knew the material. I was done in a matter of minutes.
"Alright class! Pass up your papers! Rhonda! That means you, too!" Mr. Simmons said. Everyone passed up his or her papers. But I held mine a little longer. I gave it a small kiss and passed it up into Stinky's hand.
"How do you think you did?" Arnold whispered over the rumble of papers.
"Well, thanks to you, I think I did pretty good. Thank you Arnold!" I said just as low. I blew him a kiss and turned to face Mr. Simmons again. I smiled as I thought about Arnold. What would I do without him?
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"Helga! Wait!" Arnold panted, trying to catch up with me after school. "We should try to make this a normal routine. Can I walk you home from now on?"
"Sure, Arnold." I laughed. He grabbed my hand and we walked down the alleyway. Being with Arnold made me forget all about my locket.
"You know what? There's only a week left until Christmas!" Arnold said excitedly.
"Yeah, I noticed! Even Rhonda is in the holiday spirit! Did you hear? She didn't tell Curly to buzz off!" We laughed. His smile was beautiful.
"Oh! Here. Your book." He said blushing a little. "Those were really deep. You're a real artist."
"Thanks, Arnold. You don't know how hard it was to show you that. I've never shown anyone before."
"Helga, it's okay. If I would have shown anyone my notebook. . ." He said. I stared at him. He had a notebook, too?
"You write poetry?" I asked astonished. I knew Arnold could look on the bright side and he was one of the most artistic people I knew but I couldn't think of him writing poetry!
"No. I couldn't do that. I don't have a knack for rhyming. It's just full of drawings. I'll show you if you'd like."
"I'd love that!" I said, watching Arnold pull a notebook from his book bag. He opened it to the front page. It was bubble letters. It said 'Arnold loves Helga'. The rest were drawings of me. I knew he couldn't have drawn them all in just five weeks. "Wow, Arnold! These are amazing! I didn't know you could draw. . ."
"Thanks but they could never be as good as your poetry! I'm really happy that I can be honest with you."
"Arnold? If you've had my picture for a while, why were you chasing Lila?" I asked. I had no clue where that came from.
"Because of the votes." Arnold said looking very embarrassed.
"Votes?"
"Yeah. Everyone thought that I would end up with Lila. I got so caught up in it that I thought I actually liked her. I was looking through all of my school stuff and found that. Only one week before you told me." He told me.
"What are the votes now?" I asked.
"They think that you and I are the perfect fourth grade through eighth grade couple." Arnold laughed. I rolled my eyes. He was just sucking up. But I still believed him.
"Well, here we are. Bye, I guess. . ." I said going up one step on the stoop.
"Helga? I was wondering. . ." Arnold stuttered. "Would you go to the. . . You know how they're having that. . . The dance with me?"
"Oh! I thought. . . I would love to! Bye Arnold! I'll call you later!" I said floating in ecstasy. I walked in the house and was greeted by Olga.
"Baby sister! You've got mail." She shouted over the sound of the vacuum cleaner. She walked into the hall and handed me a letter with a pink envelope. I thanked her and walked into my room. I opened it.
In a place so close to you I'll get the--
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! or Craig. yet anyway. Besides, if I did would I really spend my wonderful time writing this? Didn't think so!
A/N: I'm going to be doing some minor changes. But to let you know, when you see a bunch of ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ that means it's switching to someone else's point of view, more than likely Arnold's or it means that your reading into a different point of time. One more thing, this chapter is going to be long!
Get A Clue
I sat up in bed, unable to stray asleep. I had butterflies gliding through my stomach. My eyes were falling but my brain wouldn't let me go into my long wanted slumber. Too much had gone on in one day.
Thoughts of Arnold, Olga, and Lila were blowing through my head. My life was turning into one big mystery and with every person a part of the puzzle was solved. It was complicated to think of it like this.
First, Arnold walked into my life and made it ten times brighter. Then Lila waltzed in and tried to steal him but he remained faithful. And last, Olga was helping me. What a jigsaw this would turn out to be. But at the time I didn't realize that it was only the beginning.
When my eyes scampered shut and my brain shut down for the night, I was off to dream land. All I could find myself dreaming about was what Arnold had said to me.
"That's not exactly true. Look at this." He said, handing me a wallet. I opened it and saw that a picture of me with a heart around my face was in a clear slot. I was completely speechless. It was like my mind knew what to say but my mouth couldn't form the words to say it. I just stood there in shock.
"How do I know you didn't get this after I told you?" I managed to say.
"It's really just a matter of trust. There's not an actual way of proving that I've had it since the second grade." He blushed. How could I not trust him?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Arnold, my sweet, my soul treat pre teen. Why must I hold you only whilst I dream?" I read aloud to myself. I was stuck wondering why Helga never bothered to tell me such deep feelings. I was amazed that she could write like that, though.
I looked over at my alarm clock and saw that it was nearly 1:00 AM. I was going to have to sleep. I didn't think that I could make it much longer. All that I could think about was Helga, and what she was thinking about this whole ordeal.
The things that she told me about Lila came as a total shock. I had chased after her for so long and never saw how horrible she really was. To think, Helga was the first girl I ever liked and the last girl I ever thought that I would end up in love with. But, in the end, fate always gets its way.
I lied in bed for another thirty minutes. My eyes were burning from tiredness. I wanted to fall asleep but my mind was wondering to Helga. I wanted to call her and see how she was doing but I thought it wasn't a very good idea to call at 1:30 AM. I was just another hopeless case of boy likes girl, boy chases girl, finds different girl he loves, girl he chased likes him but it's to late because he was in love, old girl torments him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I woke up and pulled my locket out of my dress, which I forgot to change. I didn't feel anything where I was putting my hand. It was missing! It wasn't around my neck anymore. How could such a thing happen?
"Where are you? Come on! This is the last thing that I need today!" I screamed, rummaging through my closet. I thought that maybe I dropped it while I was pacing my room and kicked it in there. I didn't find it.
I didn't want to give up looking but my bus was going to pull up in only fifteen minutes! I barley had time to brush my teeth, much less look for my locket. I decided I would look for it after school.
I grabbed my clothes and shoes, ran into the bathroom, and got ready. I didn't have time to put my hair in pigtails today so I went with it down. I hadn't realized how long it had gotten.
When I finished getting ready I ran down stairs, grabbed my lunch box (which I packed the day before), took my coat off of the hanger, and ran outside to the bus stop. Phoebe was there waiting for me.
"Sorry. I just got up fifteen minutes ago. I lost my locket!" I panted. She just stared at me like I was some kind of grotesque monster.
"Helga. Your hair looks amazing! How did you get it so long?" She asked, her eyes twinkling. I chocked on nothing.
"What do you mean? It's been this long for a long time, as far as I know. I just didn't have time to do the pigtails. Where is that bus? That's two days in a row that it's late!" I complained. Phoebe was about to theoretically explain that the bus shows up in two minutes but I saw it.
I walked through its open doors. I searched the bus until I saw where Arnold was sitting. He wasn't sitting in his normal set. He was in the back where I usually sit. Gerald was there with him.
"Hey!" I smiled when Phoebe and I reached the back. Arnold and Gerald moved over so that we could sit down. When I took a seat Arnold inter twined our fingers and laid his head on my shoulder.
"Mind if I borrow you for a second? I didn't go to sleep until 1:30 this morning." He asked shutting his eyes.
"Only if I can borrow you. I stayed up that long, too." I said laying my head on his. His warm hair was tickling my cheek. I shut my eyes and fell asleep in a matter of minutes.
"Helga! Arnold! Wake up!" Gerald called. I lifted my head and shook it. I felt Arnold lift his, also. "Come on! The bus is going to take you with it!"
"All right! I'm up!" Arnold said rubbing his eyes. "Oh, wow. Helga your hair looks great. You should leave it down more often." I smiled as a thank you. Arnold and I stood up together. Gerald shook his head and laughed.
"You two have got it bad!" He said. Phoebe nodded in agreement. All four of us walked off of the bus. "Great! We have to go to class today!"
"I forgot all about that!" I said, putting my forehead into my hands. "We have that test! I didn't study! Oh, no!"
"I'm sure you'll do great, Helga." Arnold said brightly. I loved that about him. He always looked on the bright side. Life, to him, seems like one big coloring book. If you get out of the lines, erase it.
"Thanks, Arnold. But I don't know this stuff! How am I supposed to remember what the difference is between a cell and a molecule? I'm going to fail this test!"
"No, you won't!" Arnold half yelled.
"What do you mean?" I asked, almost scared of what the answer might be.
"I believe in you. You can do it!" I smiled at Arnold. We walked into the school and into our classroom. Mr. Simmons was passing out the test.
"Nice of you four to join us!" He said happily. He handed us the test and we took our seats. I pulled out a pencil and looked at the paper. I couldn't help but think this is going to take a while.
I looked over at Arnold and saw that he had been trying to get my attention. He threw a note onto my desk. I opened it with trembling hands. I had never received a note from Arnold.
My Dearest Helga,
You can do it! Come on! Remember what Mr. Simmons has said!
Xoxo,
Arnold
I blushed. I looked down at the test once more. I placed my pencil on the paper and everything just seemed to flow. It was like I knew the material. I was done in a matter of minutes.
"Alright class! Pass up your papers! Rhonda! That means you, too!" Mr. Simmons said. Everyone passed up his or her papers. But I held mine a little longer. I gave it a small kiss and passed it up into Stinky's hand.
"How do you think you did?" Arnold whispered over the rumble of papers.
"Well, thanks to you, I think I did pretty good. Thank you Arnold!" I said just as low. I blew him a kiss and turned to face Mr. Simmons again. I smiled as I thought about Arnold. What would I do without him?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Helga! Wait!" Arnold panted, trying to catch up with me after school. "We should try to make this a normal routine. Can I walk you home from now on?"
"Sure, Arnold." I laughed. He grabbed my hand and we walked down the alleyway. Being with Arnold made me forget all about my locket.
"You know what? There's only a week left until Christmas!" Arnold said excitedly.
"Yeah, I noticed! Even Rhonda is in the holiday spirit! Did you hear? She didn't tell Curly to buzz off!" We laughed. His smile was beautiful.
"Oh! Here. Your book." He said blushing a little. "Those were really deep. You're a real artist."
"Thanks, Arnold. You don't know how hard it was to show you that. I've never shown anyone before."
"Helga, it's okay. If I would have shown anyone my notebook. . ." He said. I stared at him. He had a notebook, too?
"You write poetry?" I asked astonished. I knew Arnold could look on the bright side and he was one of the most artistic people I knew but I couldn't think of him writing poetry!
"No. I couldn't do that. I don't have a knack for rhyming. It's just full of drawings. I'll show you if you'd like."
"I'd love that!" I said, watching Arnold pull a notebook from his book bag. He opened it to the front page. It was bubble letters. It said 'Arnold loves Helga'. The rest were drawings of me. I knew he couldn't have drawn them all in just five weeks. "Wow, Arnold! These are amazing! I didn't know you could draw. . ."
"Thanks but they could never be as good as your poetry! I'm really happy that I can be honest with you."
"Arnold? If you've had my picture for a while, why were you chasing Lila?" I asked. I had no clue where that came from.
"Because of the votes." Arnold said looking very embarrassed.
"Votes?"
"Yeah. Everyone thought that I would end up with Lila. I got so caught up in it that I thought I actually liked her. I was looking through all of my school stuff and found that. Only one week before you told me." He told me.
"What are the votes now?" I asked.
"They think that you and I are the perfect fourth grade through eighth grade couple." Arnold laughed. I rolled my eyes. He was just sucking up. But I still believed him.
"Well, here we are. Bye, I guess. . ." I said going up one step on the stoop.
"Helga? I was wondering. . ." Arnold stuttered. "Would you go to the. . . You know how they're having that. . . The dance with me?"
"Oh! I thought. . . I would love to! Bye Arnold! I'll call you later!" I said floating in ecstasy. I walked in the house and was greeted by Olga.
"Baby sister! You've got mail." She shouted over the sound of the vacuum cleaner. She walked into the hall and handed me a letter with a pink envelope. I thanked her and walked into my room. I opened it.
In a place so close to you I'll get the--