Weee, I actually got reviews-and not only one, but three

Ok, I will continue this story, as in filling the details, as to why Helga acted the way she did.

Yes, she might appear to be a little OOC, but hey, it's one of my first HA! fics, kay(I usually write X-Men fics, so sue me!).

But first, thanks to all who reviewed:

Thank, you Prof Rose Thorn, for pointing out the flaws, as in not properly warning the readers ahead.

           I'll have to bear that one in mind.

Demoness SP, here's more. Perhaps, this might enlighten the why's to Helga's actions.

Stevie, sadly enough, I own wether Froot Loopstm nor Hey Arnold-but I can give you more of the latter!^^

As for the anonymous reviews, I thought, I had enabled those(grumble, mumble, me love reviews, grumble).

Disclaimer: I don't own-hey, weren't we here already?

Reviews; Yes, please, even if they're flames.

Now, let us turn back the hands of time, and find out, what happened…

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Tender hopes

~As always, they had forgotten her birthday, but that was something, she was used to.

So she had decided, to throw her own birthday party, all for herself, since Phoebe, who had the flu, couldn't, and the other kids from school wouldn't, join.

She had went to see Phoebe, and bring her her homework, and Pheebs, in return, had given her a small box and an envelope, reading 'Happy Birthday, Helga' in both English and Japanese letters. Touched, Helga had given her best friend a rare hug, and promised, to come visit her everyday.

Walikng home, she tried to decipher the kanji and katakana on the envelope, when she, naturally, bumped into her secret love, Arnold. Both went down, the letter went sailing through the air, and landed on Arnold's belly.

"Whatch where you're going, football-head!" roared Helga, as she got up and dusted herself off.

Mumbling an apology, Arnold picked up the letter and read the inscription. His eyes went wide, and he stared at Helga, who was checking for scars and spots.

"You.. your birthday's today?" he asked, a guilty pang flashing through his heart. He hadn't even known, let alone, gotten a present for her. Helga scolwed at him, then tore the letter from his fingers.

"Yeah, it's my special day, so what's it to you, football-head?" she huffed.

"Uhh, nothing, I mean, congratulations Helga. Are you gonna throw a party, or something?"

For a second, a painful expression flittered across her features, but she hid it behind her trade-marked scowl, and waved off.

"Come on, birthday parties are for babies! I'm ten, I don't do 'paa-ties'!" she said, accenting the last word.

Arnold shifted uncomfortably, then reached out, shook her hand and said in his most cheerful tone:

"Anyways, a happy birthday to you, Helga, and many more to come!"

Without thinking twice, he gave her a quick peck on the cheek, blushed and scurried away.

For several seconds, Helga stood there frozen in shock, then her hand went up, to where he had kissed her.

With a loud, happy sigh, she fainted. Things couldn't get better from here.

They didn't.

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Sigh, I'm a terrible person-but don't worry, I'm not done yet.