Where We're From
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: I don't own HA
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Chapter One: Tears of Joy
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'These are tears of happiness, tears of pure happiness. Those years they spent together, every single minute. I don't think there was ever a time in their life where they didn't love each other,' Jeana stopped for a moment to wipe her tears, and glanced at her parents best friends, Phoebe and Gerald, then returned to her eulogy, 'even when my mother tortured my father, he loved her, and she loved him. He told me that he was too dense, and denied it.' She pulled another tissue from her pocket to wipe her tears; they were tears she called joy, celebrating the life her parents lived.
'We're not really here to mourn, because we shouldn't be. This is more of a celebration of my parents' lives. If they were here now, my mom would probably slap you if you were crying, then my dad would calm her down. They were like that. My mother's temper and my father's ethics balanced out to form the epitome of their relationship. Nobody could ever be as happy as they were together. In a way, they're still here. My mother's books, my father's famous football plays, they live on in our world in more then one way. Every time the wind blows through the grass. I can almost see them. I can feel their presence with us now.
'They don't just live on in spirit and memories, they live in my sister, brother, our children, and myself. People tell me that I'm the spitting image of my mother. Others say my sister, Jayme is a replica of my father, minus the head shape. We all know Sean has my mother's attitude and pride. And let's not forget the sharp tongue. They are both known for their sharp wit. Sean looks like my father though. I could talk forever and ever about my parents. They saved my life even though I wouldn't admit it at the time. But this isn't about me, its more about them; it is them. This is their funeral, this is it. They were wonderful people, and this is the story I've told thousands of times and still love to tell.'
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Fifth grade, the first day of school after the neighborhood incident took place.
Nine-year-old Arnold had just saved his neighborhood this summer, with the help of his best friend Gerald, and mysteriously Helga Pataki. She had just popped up, and been revealed as Deep Voice, the one giving Gerald and Arnold all the information about the document they were seeking. Helga had been a sly one, dressed up in a trench coat with a big floppy hat, and a voice changer on her phone. She had fooled Arnold until he found her, and she confessed everything. He was too stunned, but later thought about what happened.
The day after she claimed she still hated him, he found her in the park, just looking over the bridge at her reflection. She had let her pigtails loose and her hair flowed straight down her back. At first Arnold hadn't recognized her, but found out who she was after confronting her. At first he was a little shocked, but came to think she's really not that bad. They talked about everything but the neighborhood. He found her conversations interesting and less sarcastic as usual. She told him about her family life, which he only knew the half of. He told her about his parents. She listened intently and just nodded the entire time.
Somehow, they had subconsciously walked to Arnold's house. As they looked up at the national landmark, he asked if she wanted to continue talking on the roof. She agreed, and they climbed the ladder, to the top. They continued their conversations, till it came to something a little more delicate. He didn't know where it had come from, it just popped out of his mouth, from his heart.
'Do you really love me?' he asked. She looked at him with shock, then replied quietly.
'Didn't we already go over this football head?' he nodded, but continued.
'Yeah, but.I don't know. I felt like our last conversation was more so I could think about it for a while,' she looked at him. After a few minutes of silence, she spoke up.
'Have you?'
'Have I what?'
'Have you thought about what I told you?' he looked a little shocked, but understood what she was asking. For once in his life his denseness prevailed.
'Yeah, and.I-I don't.know. I don't know.' She looked a little hurt, but nodded, 'I mean, we're friends, but not really, do you get what I'm saying?' she nodded.
'I understand, so should we be friends now?' she stuck out her hand and he shook it.
'Deal,' He said with a smile. She smiled back, then saw the time out of the corner of her eye.
'Oh, I gotta go. Maybe we can talk later,' she said while rushing out the door. He nodded unawaringly.
'Yeah, how 'bout tomorrow?' she looked at him, then nodded. They said their good byes and he watched her walk out, with a new light shed upon her. She was now officially someone new and he almost didn't know what to make of it. He was confused.
The whole time she was with him, he felt dizzy and aloof. He felt as though he was soaring, and his heart felt like it would burst. Could he.did he.was he in love?
~High School~
It wasn't any easier, this crush he had on Helga when you added puberty, and hormones. Mother nature had given her all the beauty lost in childhood (A/N: don't get me wrong, when she really tries, Helga is really pretty, like in the V-tines ep and the commercial for the movie when she's in the spy outfit.) Her thin figure filed out toned, her shape perfect from sports. Her blond hair was worn straight, and she had the talent of plucking her eyebrows. They were perfect, as the rest of her. It was hard for him to look at her and not melt, but he somehow managed to keep pretty cool.
He wasn't bad himself. Being the star quarterback on the football team forced him to do weight training. His muscles made his form even more pleasing to the eye. He had a wash board, and he didn't even need to flex his arm muscles to know they were there. All the girls were constantly all over him, but there was one that never was. She always seemed a little afraid to flirt with him.Helga.
Its not that she didn't like him, she still loved him. She was just scared that she might get too mushy. That had never lead to anything good in the past, so she always kept her distance.
One day, she turned a corner to find Arnold and Gerald having a conversation. Quickly, she hid behind a trashcan to listen.yes she still did that.
'I'm telling you man, just ask her out,' that was Gerald. Arnold looked at his best friend like he was crazy.
'What!? Are you nuts? She's the only girl that doesn't like me more than a friend! Besides, the neighborhood thing was fourth grade,' so they were talking about her. Helga had heard enough. She quickly sought out her best friend, Phoebe.
'Phoebes, listen!' Helga approached Phoebe at her locker.
'Listening!' Phoebe chimed.
'Okay, I just found out that Arnold likes me,' Phoebe took her attention away from her locker to stare at Helga, 'Yeah! He likes me! Can you and possibly Gerald hook us up, ya know?'
'Of course Helga! I'd be delighted! Oh Helga, I'm so happy for you!' Phoebe threw her arms around Helga and she hugged back. Phoebe seceded when a brilliant idea came to her, 'The fair!' Helga looked at her tiny friend confused.
'Huh?'
'We'll all go to the fair, and make it a double date.' Helga's eyes brightened up as she hugged Phoebe.
'Phoebes, you're a genius!' she squeezed her best friend even tighter.
'Well, I try,' Phoebe said with a blush. Helga pulled back.
'Okay Phoebes. This Friday, we'll all meet at the Cheese festival at five, got it down on paper?'
'Writing!' Phoebe chirped. Helga looked very pleased. Finally, she'd be on a real date with him, as herself. What would she wear!?
'Phoebes! We have plans to do, come on let's go!' Phoebe closed her locker quickly and followed.
'Coming!'
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'What!? You mean they want to.what!?' Arnold yelled. Gerald had just told him about the double date. It wasn't a problem for Phoebe and Gerald since they were already going out, but Arnold was ecstatic, 'You mean she wants to go on a date with me!?' he practically yelled. People were staring to stare at them. Maybe Slausen's wasn't the best place to tell him.
'Calm down man. You're attracting bad attention,' Arnold took a breath, a sign for Gerald to continue, 'look, Phoebe said this Friday, at five. We're going to the cheese festival.' Arnold looked disappointed. That place was bad luck for him; then again it had been bad luck for Helga in the past as well.
'But, whenever I meet a girl at the cheese festival, she either ignores me, or doesn't like me like me.' Arnold hung his head slightly. There had been Ruth, which turned out to be a dud, Lila who still hadn't liked him liked him, that meant.
'Three times a charm buddy. You'll get the girl this time.' Arnold looked up at Gerald, then broke out into a big smile.
'Thanks Gerald,' he said as they did their thumb shake. A thought struck his mind suddenly, 'Gerald! What am I gonna wear!? What am I gonna say!?' Gerald just smiled at his best friend.
'Be cool man, because you're talking to the ladies man. I may be goin' with Phoebe, but I can teach you a thing or two to pick a girl up. Trust me, by the end of the night, she'll kiss ya.' Arnold looked at him hopefully, then smiled again.
'But what am I gonna wear?'
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The lights dazzled and lit up the sky as if it were daytime. Helga and Phoebe stood waiting at the entrance, dressed to kill. Phoebe wore a blue halter-top with jean capris. Her hair, which she let grow long was pulled back in two fishtail braids, and on her feet adorned platform sandals. Helga was even more stunning. She clad white pedal pushers with white platform sandals. She also wore a pink tank tini that slit and flared out about an inch above her navel, which sparkled with a diamond stud. Her long straight hair flowed down her back. Arnold nearly fainted when he saw her.
'Hey, what took you two so long?' Helga asked facetiously as Phoebe waked over to Gerald, planting a kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arm around her waist. They started to walk in toward the festival, so Helga turned to Arnold and grabbed his hand, 'C'mon, we got stuff to do.'
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The crowd gathered around the booth, watching Arnold continually throw the football perfectly through the tire.
'Crimeny Arnoldo! That's 25 in a row!' Helga said as he handed her another stuffed animal, 'Why don't you let someone else play!' HE handed the game vendor another dollar, 'What are we gonna do with all these stuffed animals?'
'You'll see,' he said as he stuck out his tongue for concentration, took aim and threw another perfectly through the tire. The crowd cheered, and Arnold turned around, 'Free stuffed animals!' He yelled to the crowd. Everyone stampeded forward and grabbed, and pushed to get the prizes. Helga, Phoebe and Gerald looked in amazement. He turned to Helga, 'See, I told you, but I kept one.' He brought his hand from behind his back and held out a heart shaped pillow. Helga looked at it wide-eyed as did Phoebe and Gerald. Helga took it from him in shock, then looked back up at him.
'T-thanks football head.' Arnold smiled, and Helga smiled back. Phoebe and Gerald looked at them, simpering and getting ready to put their plan into action.
'Hey,' Gerald said, breaking the moment of borrowed vision, 'Let's go on the Ferris wheel.' Everybody nodded and agreed. Phoebe felt in her pocket for directions. Yep, there they were. The mechanical instructions on a Ferris wheel. She had a cousin who worked in the business, so he had helped Phoebe and Gerald formulate the plan. It was perfect. probably illegal, but perfect.
They reached the line and waited. It wasn't long before Arnold and Helga climbed into one of the seats.
'We'll get on the next one behind you,' Gerald assured them. They nodded and were strapped in. It took off, and so did Phoebe and Gerald. It was time to fix the Ferris wheel.
'So,' Arnold said awkwardly. Helga looked over at him.
'So,' She copied, 'How-'s football going?' she asked. Before Arnold could even respond, the ride stopped and they were on the top, 'Oh great! Just perfect!' she yelled. Arnold sighed, but then another thought crossed his mind. If they didn't repair the Ferris wheel for a while, he'd just get to spend more alone time with Helga.
'I wonder how Phoebe and Gerald are taking this?' Arnold wondered aloud, looking behind him to find the seat occupied by another couple. He nearly freaked out, 'What!/ They're not there!' Helga looked frantically behind her as well.
'What!? Where are they!?' Just as she said that, someone called Arnold's name from the ground. Helga and Arnold looked down to find Phoebe and Gerald smiling triumphantly up at them. They waved fatuously and Helga flipped her finger at them. Phoebe and Gerald took off for the tunnel of love. Arnold sighed and sat back, as Helga did also. He looked over at her. Wow, she was beautiful. The sight of her took his breath away. He could hardly control himself.
'Well, looks like we're gonna be here awhile football head, so make yourself comf--' but her words were cut off by Arnold's lips. They felt so warm and irresistible, and Helga couldn't think of anything other then to kiss him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer as her opened his mouth against hers. She nearly died from her biggest dream coming true. He pulled back after a little while, completely out of breath.
'Helga, I-I.uh' she smiled and softly stroked the back of his head with her fingers. She smiled and he was no longer speechless, 'I love you.' A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and she repeated those words to him. He kissed her and she kissed back, pulling him closer. They got lost in each other's sweet kisses.
Meanwhile, standing vigil from the tunnel of love line was Phoebe and Gerald. They were satisfied with their success. Arnold and Helga were finally together, finally.
~*()*~
I could go on and on about their lives, but I think my sister, Jayme wants to tell more.' The crowd gazed their teary eyes over to an almost exact replica of Jeana. Sure, Jean's eyes held that youthful sparkle her father's had, but Jayme had captured her father's innocent look. Jeana returned to her children as her twin sister left her own family to tell of their college life. Jayme had always been known for her strong ways with words, just like Helga had. She approached the podium, which rested just behind the coffins that harbored her parents.
'Some say, failing only makes us stronger, and it did. It made my parents so much stronger.'
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Chapter two will be up soon. Hah I rhymed. Anyway, R/R and I'll.
C ya l8ter!
Arnoldnhelga4eva
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: I don't own HA
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Chapter One: Tears of Joy
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
'These are tears of happiness, tears of pure happiness. Those years they spent together, every single minute. I don't think there was ever a time in their life where they didn't love each other,' Jeana stopped for a moment to wipe her tears, and glanced at her parents best friends, Phoebe and Gerald, then returned to her eulogy, 'even when my mother tortured my father, he loved her, and she loved him. He told me that he was too dense, and denied it.' She pulled another tissue from her pocket to wipe her tears; they were tears she called joy, celebrating the life her parents lived.
'We're not really here to mourn, because we shouldn't be. This is more of a celebration of my parents' lives. If they were here now, my mom would probably slap you if you were crying, then my dad would calm her down. They were like that. My mother's temper and my father's ethics balanced out to form the epitome of their relationship. Nobody could ever be as happy as they were together. In a way, they're still here. My mother's books, my father's famous football plays, they live on in our world in more then one way. Every time the wind blows through the grass. I can almost see them. I can feel their presence with us now.
'They don't just live on in spirit and memories, they live in my sister, brother, our children, and myself. People tell me that I'm the spitting image of my mother. Others say my sister, Jayme is a replica of my father, minus the head shape. We all know Sean has my mother's attitude and pride. And let's not forget the sharp tongue. They are both known for their sharp wit. Sean looks like my father though. I could talk forever and ever about my parents. They saved my life even though I wouldn't admit it at the time. But this isn't about me, its more about them; it is them. This is their funeral, this is it. They were wonderful people, and this is the story I've told thousands of times and still love to tell.'
~*()*~
Fifth grade, the first day of school after the neighborhood incident took place.
Nine-year-old Arnold had just saved his neighborhood this summer, with the help of his best friend Gerald, and mysteriously Helga Pataki. She had just popped up, and been revealed as Deep Voice, the one giving Gerald and Arnold all the information about the document they were seeking. Helga had been a sly one, dressed up in a trench coat with a big floppy hat, and a voice changer on her phone. She had fooled Arnold until he found her, and she confessed everything. He was too stunned, but later thought about what happened.
The day after she claimed she still hated him, he found her in the park, just looking over the bridge at her reflection. She had let her pigtails loose and her hair flowed straight down her back. At first Arnold hadn't recognized her, but found out who she was after confronting her. At first he was a little shocked, but came to think she's really not that bad. They talked about everything but the neighborhood. He found her conversations interesting and less sarcastic as usual. She told him about her family life, which he only knew the half of. He told her about his parents. She listened intently and just nodded the entire time.
Somehow, they had subconsciously walked to Arnold's house. As they looked up at the national landmark, he asked if she wanted to continue talking on the roof. She agreed, and they climbed the ladder, to the top. They continued their conversations, till it came to something a little more delicate. He didn't know where it had come from, it just popped out of his mouth, from his heart.
'Do you really love me?' he asked. She looked at him with shock, then replied quietly.
'Didn't we already go over this football head?' he nodded, but continued.
'Yeah, but.I don't know. I felt like our last conversation was more so I could think about it for a while,' she looked at him. After a few minutes of silence, she spoke up.
'Have you?'
'Have I what?'
'Have you thought about what I told you?' he looked a little shocked, but understood what she was asking. For once in his life his denseness prevailed.
'Yeah, and.I-I don't.know. I don't know.' She looked a little hurt, but nodded, 'I mean, we're friends, but not really, do you get what I'm saying?' she nodded.
'I understand, so should we be friends now?' she stuck out her hand and he shook it.
'Deal,' He said with a smile. She smiled back, then saw the time out of the corner of her eye.
'Oh, I gotta go. Maybe we can talk later,' she said while rushing out the door. He nodded unawaringly.
'Yeah, how 'bout tomorrow?' she looked at him, then nodded. They said their good byes and he watched her walk out, with a new light shed upon her. She was now officially someone new and he almost didn't know what to make of it. He was confused.
The whole time she was with him, he felt dizzy and aloof. He felt as though he was soaring, and his heart felt like it would burst. Could he.did he.was he in love?
~High School~
It wasn't any easier, this crush he had on Helga when you added puberty, and hormones. Mother nature had given her all the beauty lost in childhood (A/N: don't get me wrong, when she really tries, Helga is really pretty, like in the V-tines ep and the commercial for the movie when she's in the spy outfit.) Her thin figure filed out toned, her shape perfect from sports. Her blond hair was worn straight, and she had the talent of plucking her eyebrows. They were perfect, as the rest of her. It was hard for him to look at her and not melt, but he somehow managed to keep pretty cool.
He wasn't bad himself. Being the star quarterback on the football team forced him to do weight training. His muscles made his form even more pleasing to the eye. He had a wash board, and he didn't even need to flex his arm muscles to know they were there. All the girls were constantly all over him, but there was one that never was. She always seemed a little afraid to flirt with him.Helga.
Its not that she didn't like him, she still loved him. She was just scared that she might get too mushy. That had never lead to anything good in the past, so she always kept her distance.
One day, she turned a corner to find Arnold and Gerald having a conversation. Quickly, she hid behind a trashcan to listen.yes she still did that.
'I'm telling you man, just ask her out,' that was Gerald. Arnold looked at his best friend like he was crazy.
'What!? Are you nuts? She's the only girl that doesn't like me more than a friend! Besides, the neighborhood thing was fourth grade,' so they were talking about her. Helga had heard enough. She quickly sought out her best friend, Phoebe.
'Phoebes, listen!' Helga approached Phoebe at her locker.
'Listening!' Phoebe chimed.
'Okay, I just found out that Arnold likes me,' Phoebe took her attention away from her locker to stare at Helga, 'Yeah! He likes me! Can you and possibly Gerald hook us up, ya know?'
'Of course Helga! I'd be delighted! Oh Helga, I'm so happy for you!' Phoebe threw her arms around Helga and she hugged back. Phoebe seceded when a brilliant idea came to her, 'The fair!' Helga looked at her tiny friend confused.
'Huh?'
'We'll all go to the fair, and make it a double date.' Helga's eyes brightened up as she hugged Phoebe.
'Phoebes, you're a genius!' she squeezed her best friend even tighter.
'Well, I try,' Phoebe said with a blush. Helga pulled back.
'Okay Phoebes. This Friday, we'll all meet at the Cheese festival at five, got it down on paper?'
'Writing!' Phoebe chirped. Helga looked very pleased. Finally, she'd be on a real date with him, as herself. What would she wear!?
'Phoebes! We have plans to do, come on let's go!' Phoebe closed her locker quickly and followed.
'Coming!'
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'What!? You mean they want to.what!?' Arnold yelled. Gerald had just told him about the double date. It wasn't a problem for Phoebe and Gerald since they were already going out, but Arnold was ecstatic, 'You mean she wants to go on a date with me!?' he practically yelled. People were staring to stare at them. Maybe Slausen's wasn't the best place to tell him.
'Calm down man. You're attracting bad attention,' Arnold took a breath, a sign for Gerald to continue, 'look, Phoebe said this Friday, at five. We're going to the cheese festival.' Arnold looked disappointed. That place was bad luck for him; then again it had been bad luck for Helga in the past as well.
'But, whenever I meet a girl at the cheese festival, she either ignores me, or doesn't like me like me.' Arnold hung his head slightly. There had been Ruth, which turned out to be a dud, Lila who still hadn't liked him liked him, that meant.
'Three times a charm buddy. You'll get the girl this time.' Arnold looked up at Gerald, then broke out into a big smile.
'Thanks Gerald,' he said as they did their thumb shake. A thought struck his mind suddenly, 'Gerald! What am I gonna wear!? What am I gonna say!?' Gerald just smiled at his best friend.
'Be cool man, because you're talking to the ladies man. I may be goin' with Phoebe, but I can teach you a thing or two to pick a girl up. Trust me, by the end of the night, she'll kiss ya.' Arnold looked at him hopefully, then smiled again.
'But what am I gonna wear?'
~^~
The lights dazzled and lit up the sky as if it were daytime. Helga and Phoebe stood waiting at the entrance, dressed to kill. Phoebe wore a blue halter-top with jean capris. Her hair, which she let grow long was pulled back in two fishtail braids, and on her feet adorned platform sandals. Helga was even more stunning. She clad white pedal pushers with white platform sandals. She also wore a pink tank tini that slit and flared out about an inch above her navel, which sparkled with a diamond stud. Her long straight hair flowed down her back. Arnold nearly fainted when he saw her.
'Hey, what took you two so long?' Helga asked facetiously as Phoebe waked over to Gerald, planting a kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arm around her waist. They started to walk in toward the festival, so Helga turned to Arnold and grabbed his hand, 'C'mon, we got stuff to do.'
~^~
The crowd gathered around the booth, watching Arnold continually throw the football perfectly through the tire.
'Crimeny Arnoldo! That's 25 in a row!' Helga said as he handed her another stuffed animal, 'Why don't you let someone else play!' HE handed the game vendor another dollar, 'What are we gonna do with all these stuffed animals?'
'You'll see,' he said as he stuck out his tongue for concentration, took aim and threw another perfectly through the tire. The crowd cheered, and Arnold turned around, 'Free stuffed animals!' He yelled to the crowd. Everyone stampeded forward and grabbed, and pushed to get the prizes. Helga, Phoebe and Gerald looked in amazement. He turned to Helga, 'See, I told you, but I kept one.' He brought his hand from behind his back and held out a heart shaped pillow. Helga looked at it wide-eyed as did Phoebe and Gerald. Helga took it from him in shock, then looked back up at him.
'T-thanks football head.' Arnold smiled, and Helga smiled back. Phoebe and Gerald looked at them, simpering and getting ready to put their plan into action.
'Hey,' Gerald said, breaking the moment of borrowed vision, 'Let's go on the Ferris wheel.' Everybody nodded and agreed. Phoebe felt in her pocket for directions. Yep, there they were. The mechanical instructions on a Ferris wheel. She had a cousin who worked in the business, so he had helped Phoebe and Gerald formulate the plan. It was perfect. probably illegal, but perfect.
They reached the line and waited. It wasn't long before Arnold and Helga climbed into one of the seats.
'We'll get on the next one behind you,' Gerald assured them. They nodded and were strapped in. It took off, and so did Phoebe and Gerald. It was time to fix the Ferris wheel.
'So,' Arnold said awkwardly. Helga looked over at him.
'So,' She copied, 'How-'s football going?' she asked. Before Arnold could even respond, the ride stopped and they were on the top, 'Oh great! Just perfect!' she yelled. Arnold sighed, but then another thought crossed his mind. If they didn't repair the Ferris wheel for a while, he'd just get to spend more alone time with Helga.
'I wonder how Phoebe and Gerald are taking this?' Arnold wondered aloud, looking behind him to find the seat occupied by another couple. He nearly freaked out, 'What!/ They're not there!' Helga looked frantically behind her as well.
'What!? Where are they!?' Just as she said that, someone called Arnold's name from the ground. Helga and Arnold looked down to find Phoebe and Gerald smiling triumphantly up at them. They waved fatuously and Helga flipped her finger at them. Phoebe and Gerald took off for the tunnel of love. Arnold sighed and sat back, as Helga did also. He looked over at her. Wow, she was beautiful. The sight of her took his breath away. He could hardly control himself.
'Well, looks like we're gonna be here awhile football head, so make yourself comf--' but her words were cut off by Arnold's lips. They felt so warm and irresistible, and Helga couldn't think of anything other then to kiss him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer as her opened his mouth against hers. She nearly died from her biggest dream coming true. He pulled back after a little while, completely out of breath.
'Helga, I-I.uh' she smiled and softly stroked the back of his head with her fingers. She smiled and he was no longer speechless, 'I love you.' A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and she repeated those words to him. He kissed her and she kissed back, pulling him closer. They got lost in each other's sweet kisses.
Meanwhile, standing vigil from the tunnel of love line was Phoebe and Gerald. They were satisfied with their success. Arnold and Helga were finally together, finally.
~*()*~
I could go on and on about their lives, but I think my sister, Jayme wants to tell more.' The crowd gazed their teary eyes over to an almost exact replica of Jeana. Sure, Jean's eyes held that youthful sparkle her father's had, but Jayme had captured her father's innocent look. Jeana returned to her children as her twin sister left her own family to tell of their college life. Jayme had always been known for her strong ways with words, just like Helga had. She approached the podium, which rested just behind the coffins that harbored her parents.
'Some say, failing only makes us stronger, and it did. It made my parents so much stronger.'
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Chapter two will be up soon. Hah I rhymed. Anyway, R/R and I'll.
C ya l8ter!
Arnoldnhelga4eva
