Where We're From
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: I don't own hey Arnold.
Hey, here's chapter four. Enjoy
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Chapter four: Marry Me
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Four years at Notre dame flew by quickly and Helga and Arnold graduated, and Arnold got drafted into the NFL. He played for the Minnesota Vikings, a team that really needed him. Helga herself became a writer, at first writing newspaper articles while starting a book titled, Unrequited Love. Together they moved to Minnesota. Wait, that hasn't been mentioned yet, has it? They were engaged.
It happened on a warm sultry day when Arnold and Helga were picnicking on the icy waters edge of Lake Superior. The lake seemed like an ocean. They often took long walks upon the agates of Superior, gazing into the sea. They had moved in together, but neither had made a move yet, but that would all change.
On this particular night the moon reflected off her eyes, which sparkled like the stars in the clear sky. The sky blanked over them, and seemed to make it so they were the only two in existence.
They were walking along the rocks as usual, when Helga stopped to pick up an agate that had been beautifully carved by the lake over time.
'Oh Arnold, isn't it beautiful?' she asked gazing lazily into his eyes. He smiled back in return.
'It reminds me of how beautiful you are.' He replied. She smiled and walked over to him, planting a kiss on his cheek. Then she took his hand and opened it, placing the stone in his palm.
'Take it.' She smiled, her eyes dancing with that sparkle none other's could hold. He felt in his pocket for the item. There it was. He grasped it tightly in his hand and knelt down. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. Yes, he was nervous, but he wanted to spend forever with her.
'Well, you've given me something, now I want to give you something.' He opened the small box, which harbored the ring he picked out for her to wear on her finger for eternity. Her eyes lit up even more than before as she gasped. He took her shaking hand in his own and smiled up at her.
'Will you marry me Helga Pataki?' She was completely stunned, and didn't know what to do. Of course she loved him, but why wouldn't her muscles allow her to move? She nodded, the only movement she could manage.
'Y-yes,' she cracked a smile so big that it made him smile even more, 'yes! I want to spend the rest of my life with you!' He got up off his knee and placed the ring on her fourth finger on her left hand. After that he moved his gaze to her eyes. Oh how they sparkled, even when darkness covered them. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist as she wrapped hers around his neck. They moved closer.closer.closer, until their lips met once again. They kissed under the pallid moonlight streaming its reflection upon the icy waters of superior; warming them more from its iridescent glow. The night couldn't have turned out more perfect. It was perfect.
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The invitations had been sent, the arrangements had been made, outfits tailored, everything was ready, almost everything.
A week before the wedding, Arnold and Helga returned to their hometown for a surprise wedding shower. Rhonda planned it, obviously. She wanted it to be an exquisite rendezvous, with little finger sandwiches and everything. Helga and Arnold were, nevertheless, surprised at this wonderful party. It just never seemed like a party, not without.
'Hey grandma, grandpa,' Arnold knelt down at the graves that harbored his grandparents, 'So I'm getting married. You kept telling me, grandpa. You told me over and over again when I was younger that Helga liked me. You were never wrong, even when it came to raspberries. I think I ate one too many at Rhonda's party,' he chuckled slightly at the advice his grandpa always gave him, never eat raspberries.
'I think if you were here grandma, that you and Helga would really have a lot in common. You never really got to know her,' he wiped a tear from his eye, 'I think you both would really like her, you always said grandpa, that you felt bad for her, because she never got any attention at home. Don't worry, I'll give her attention. I think I always have, that's why she's picked on me my whole life. And I love her, as much as you love grandma.'
Helga watched the flaxen boy of her childhood stand, talking to the ground, as if it would talk back. She knew how much his grandparents meant to him. They were at the party, and he disappeared all of a sudden. She was afraid he might go somewhere as a last minute bachelor thing with friends, but Gerald told her that he went for a walk. She knew what that meant.
He always came here to clear his head lately. It only seemed natural to him because his grandfather had always given him advice as a child, so it only seemed natural for Arnold to tell them everything. Helga loved that about him. How he loved his grandparents so much. She wished she could do the same with her own parents, they had never been there for her.
She looked up at him again. He was crying, and thought he was alone. It pained her to see him like this, so torn. She hid enough from him in her childhood; it was time to come out of her vigil stance for once.
She walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked back, shocked for a moment. He relaxed once her eyes made contact with his.
'Its okay Arnold,' she said softly, 'They'll always be proud of you.' He smiled and buried his face in her hair, as his tears soaked her head. She pulled him closer, and let him cry into her, like a child crying from a scraped knee. That child she knew came out to cry on her shoulder.
They sat there the rest of the evening, Arnold telling stories of his grandparents to Helga. She had always loved their humorous nature, how they could be so care free. And oh! How crazy his grandmother was. The wind blew through their hair, whistling and whispering things, as if it were his grandparents. They would always stay with him; they were never truly dead.
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The organ played the music, the music where she was supposed to enter. Her future husband waited eagerly at the altar, and the crowd grew inpatient. They were all anxious to see her dress, they were all anxious to see her. They were all excited, but no one was more excited than Arnold. He was about to see his future wife, but where was she?
Helga sat on a bench, outside the entrance. It wasn't that she wasn't excited to get married, she had never waited for anything more in her life. She was scared. This was forever, and she loved him. She was afraid he might not love her forever. Phoebe came through the bushes, the entrance to the aisle, made of rose petals.
'Helga?' she looked up at her Asian friend, 'Helga, what's wrong?' Helga just shook her head.
'I-I don't know Phoebe, I mean, I love him, I'm just.scared,' she looked down at her hands as if she had sinned, but being scared was no sin. It was normal. Phoebe smiled.
'Oh Helga, everybody gets the wedding jitters. I believe you're just anticipating the outcome of your future years to come. I'm sure.'
'Phoebes,' Helga interjected, 'Quit doing your job. I don't need a psychologist, I need a best friend.' Phoebe wasn't hurt at this remark, Helga was just scared.
'I'm right here Helga, and I'll be next to you the entire time.' Phoebe put her hand on her best friend's shoulder. Helga looked up and smiled at her.
'What if I forget what to say?' Phoebe laughed.
'Don't worry, just answer the question from your heart. That's all you can do.' Both friends smiled at each other as Rhonda came bursting in.
'Helga, everyone's worried! And poor Arnold is a wreck! If you don't go marry him now, I might just do it!' Rhonda smiled smugly. That got Helga on her feet pretty quickly. Rhonda admired the dress she designed for Helga.
'You know, pink's not your only color, Helga. White is good too,' Rhonda said. Helga just smirked.
'White isn't a color princess.' Rhonda smiled.
'You'll never change, now get out there! Your poor fiancée is sweating like craxy!'
All three women ran over to the entrance. Phoebe and Rhonda smoothed out their dresses and re-entered, after wishing Helga good luck with a hug. The music started again.
Helga entered through the greenery, and the crowd gasped. Arnold's eyes gazed from his nervous hands to his beautiful bride. She was so gorgeous. Her hair hung in ringlets along her back, which was covered by a long veil, that covered her face. The veil was short in the front, and grew longer in the back The dress hugged her body until it reached her hips, then it flowed around her and made her walk on air. Her feet never seemed to touch the ground. She was always beautiful, but this was more than anything. She moved over the grass, which was covered by pink rose petals. This garden, at the arboretum was the most gorgeous place on earth. They had picked it out one time after a day of Arnold's Vikings football practice. All the flowers seemed to speak, in colors. They made the setting more exquisite, and gorgeous. It was like getting married in heaven.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, she reached the altar, and took the sweating, shaking palm of her future husband in her own. They approached the priest.
'I thought you had run away,' he whispered, which tickled her ear from the sweetness of his voice. She smiled.
'I could never run away from you again,' he smiled, 'I just had the wedding jitters.' He nodded and kissed the top of her veil as they finally stood in front of the priest--he started the service.
'We are gathered here today to bind together Arnold Finnigan and Helga Pataki in holy matrimony.'
'Do you, Helga, take Arnold to be your lawfully wedded husband, to honor and cherish, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?' Helga looked to her very soon to be husband and smiled radiantly.
'I do.' His eyes lit up at those words. He'd never been happier in his entire life. The priest continued.
'Do you, Arnold, take Helga to be your lawfully wedded wife, to honor and cherish, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?' He was already staring at her, his new wife. Her eyes glistened form the sun.
'I do.' She smiled so brightly, that she never thought she could frown again. The priest continued.
'I now pronounce you husband and wife. Arnold, you may kiss your bride.' He didn't need to be told twice. He let go of her hands and lifted her veil up. They leaned forward and locked lips, as the crowd grew wild. Here they were, married, finally. They ran out of the garden, as people threw flower petals at them, to celebrate this new unity.
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'Arnold.' Helga, his new wife whispered to him from his arms as they lay in their wedding bed. After the reception, they were put on a plane to France, more specifically Paris, the city of love.
The reception went wonderfully. Gerald had a little plan of his own while the party went on. He took Phoebe outside for a minute, and they became engaged. Arnold and Helga were so excited for them that they announced it to everyone. Then, they danced the night away to their song, Stuck on You by Lionel Richie. (A/N: This is seriously THE sweetest wedding song!)
Helga shifted in her new husband's arms as he pulled her closer to him.
'Hmmm?' he replied in that low, sexy voice. She couldn't help smiling.
'Can you believe it? We're married,' she dug her face in his chest and giggled. He smiled and brought her face up, so he could kiss her. No more words were spoken that night, none other than names and 'I love you's.' They were so deeply in love. The CD Gerald and Phoebe had mixed for them played a song, so beautiful, so perfect.
~I'm so glad we made it
look how far we've come my baby
we migh've took the long way
we knew we'd get there some day
They said, I'll bet
They'll never make it
But just look at us goin' now
We're still together still going strong.
Chorus:
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for love
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss goodnight.~
They fell asleep, in each other's arms. This was the beginning of forever together. Nothing could ever break what they had. They were ready to spend eternity together.
The wind whispered and tapped the window. Arnold awoke for a moment, then fell back asleep. It was nothing, he thought, but it was. He just looked down at his new wife sleeping peacefully, and that made him fall asleep.
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So, that's it for chapter four. Stay tuned for chapter five for a big surprise!!!:D And.
I'll c ya l8ter!
Arnoldnhelga4eva
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: I don't own hey Arnold.
Hey, here's chapter four. Enjoy
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Chapter four: Marry Me
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Four years at Notre dame flew by quickly and Helga and Arnold graduated, and Arnold got drafted into the NFL. He played for the Minnesota Vikings, a team that really needed him. Helga herself became a writer, at first writing newspaper articles while starting a book titled, Unrequited Love. Together they moved to Minnesota. Wait, that hasn't been mentioned yet, has it? They were engaged.
It happened on a warm sultry day when Arnold and Helga were picnicking on the icy waters edge of Lake Superior. The lake seemed like an ocean. They often took long walks upon the agates of Superior, gazing into the sea. They had moved in together, but neither had made a move yet, but that would all change.
On this particular night the moon reflected off her eyes, which sparkled like the stars in the clear sky. The sky blanked over them, and seemed to make it so they were the only two in existence.
They were walking along the rocks as usual, when Helga stopped to pick up an agate that had been beautifully carved by the lake over time.
'Oh Arnold, isn't it beautiful?' she asked gazing lazily into his eyes. He smiled back in return.
'It reminds me of how beautiful you are.' He replied. She smiled and walked over to him, planting a kiss on his cheek. Then she took his hand and opened it, placing the stone in his palm.
'Take it.' She smiled, her eyes dancing with that sparkle none other's could hold. He felt in his pocket for the item. There it was. He grasped it tightly in his hand and knelt down. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. Yes, he was nervous, but he wanted to spend forever with her.
'Well, you've given me something, now I want to give you something.' He opened the small box, which harbored the ring he picked out for her to wear on her finger for eternity. Her eyes lit up even more than before as she gasped. He took her shaking hand in his own and smiled up at her.
'Will you marry me Helga Pataki?' She was completely stunned, and didn't know what to do. Of course she loved him, but why wouldn't her muscles allow her to move? She nodded, the only movement she could manage.
'Y-yes,' she cracked a smile so big that it made him smile even more, 'yes! I want to spend the rest of my life with you!' He got up off his knee and placed the ring on her fourth finger on her left hand. After that he moved his gaze to her eyes. Oh how they sparkled, even when darkness covered them. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist as she wrapped hers around his neck. They moved closer.closer.closer, until their lips met once again. They kissed under the pallid moonlight streaming its reflection upon the icy waters of superior; warming them more from its iridescent glow. The night couldn't have turned out more perfect. It was perfect.
~^~
The invitations had been sent, the arrangements had been made, outfits tailored, everything was ready, almost everything.
A week before the wedding, Arnold and Helga returned to their hometown for a surprise wedding shower. Rhonda planned it, obviously. She wanted it to be an exquisite rendezvous, with little finger sandwiches and everything. Helga and Arnold were, nevertheless, surprised at this wonderful party. It just never seemed like a party, not without.
'Hey grandma, grandpa,' Arnold knelt down at the graves that harbored his grandparents, 'So I'm getting married. You kept telling me, grandpa. You told me over and over again when I was younger that Helga liked me. You were never wrong, even when it came to raspberries. I think I ate one too many at Rhonda's party,' he chuckled slightly at the advice his grandpa always gave him, never eat raspberries.
'I think if you were here grandma, that you and Helga would really have a lot in common. You never really got to know her,' he wiped a tear from his eye, 'I think you both would really like her, you always said grandpa, that you felt bad for her, because she never got any attention at home. Don't worry, I'll give her attention. I think I always have, that's why she's picked on me my whole life. And I love her, as much as you love grandma.'
Helga watched the flaxen boy of her childhood stand, talking to the ground, as if it would talk back. She knew how much his grandparents meant to him. They were at the party, and he disappeared all of a sudden. She was afraid he might go somewhere as a last minute bachelor thing with friends, but Gerald told her that he went for a walk. She knew what that meant.
He always came here to clear his head lately. It only seemed natural to him because his grandfather had always given him advice as a child, so it only seemed natural for Arnold to tell them everything. Helga loved that about him. How he loved his grandparents so much. She wished she could do the same with her own parents, they had never been there for her.
She looked up at him again. He was crying, and thought he was alone. It pained her to see him like this, so torn. She hid enough from him in her childhood; it was time to come out of her vigil stance for once.
She walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked back, shocked for a moment. He relaxed once her eyes made contact with his.
'Its okay Arnold,' she said softly, 'They'll always be proud of you.' He smiled and buried his face in her hair, as his tears soaked her head. She pulled him closer, and let him cry into her, like a child crying from a scraped knee. That child she knew came out to cry on her shoulder.
They sat there the rest of the evening, Arnold telling stories of his grandparents to Helga. She had always loved their humorous nature, how they could be so care free. And oh! How crazy his grandmother was. The wind blew through their hair, whistling and whispering things, as if it were his grandparents. They would always stay with him; they were never truly dead.
~^~
The organ played the music, the music where she was supposed to enter. Her future husband waited eagerly at the altar, and the crowd grew inpatient. They were all anxious to see her dress, they were all anxious to see her. They were all excited, but no one was more excited than Arnold. He was about to see his future wife, but where was she?
Helga sat on a bench, outside the entrance. It wasn't that she wasn't excited to get married, she had never waited for anything more in her life. She was scared. This was forever, and she loved him. She was afraid he might not love her forever. Phoebe came through the bushes, the entrance to the aisle, made of rose petals.
'Helga?' she looked up at her Asian friend, 'Helga, what's wrong?' Helga just shook her head.
'I-I don't know Phoebe, I mean, I love him, I'm just.scared,' she looked down at her hands as if she had sinned, but being scared was no sin. It was normal. Phoebe smiled.
'Oh Helga, everybody gets the wedding jitters. I believe you're just anticipating the outcome of your future years to come. I'm sure.'
'Phoebes,' Helga interjected, 'Quit doing your job. I don't need a psychologist, I need a best friend.' Phoebe wasn't hurt at this remark, Helga was just scared.
'I'm right here Helga, and I'll be next to you the entire time.' Phoebe put her hand on her best friend's shoulder. Helga looked up and smiled at her.
'What if I forget what to say?' Phoebe laughed.
'Don't worry, just answer the question from your heart. That's all you can do.' Both friends smiled at each other as Rhonda came bursting in.
'Helga, everyone's worried! And poor Arnold is a wreck! If you don't go marry him now, I might just do it!' Rhonda smiled smugly. That got Helga on her feet pretty quickly. Rhonda admired the dress she designed for Helga.
'You know, pink's not your only color, Helga. White is good too,' Rhonda said. Helga just smirked.
'White isn't a color princess.' Rhonda smiled.
'You'll never change, now get out there! Your poor fiancée is sweating like craxy!'
All three women ran over to the entrance. Phoebe and Rhonda smoothed out their dresses and re-entered, after wishing Helga good luck with a hug. The music started again.
Helga entered through the greenery, and the crowd gasped. Arnold's eyes gazed from his nervous hands to his beautiful bride. She was so gorgeous. Her hair hung in ringlets along her back, which was covered by a long veil, that covered her face. The veil was short in the front, and grew longer in the back The dress hugged her body until it reached her hips, then it flowed around her and made her walk on air. Her feet never seemed to touch the ground. She was always beautiful, but this was more than anything. She moved over the grass, which was covered by pink rose petals. This garden, at the arboretum was the most gorgeous place on earth. They had picked it out one time after a day of Arnold's Vikings football practice. All the flowers seemed to speak, in colors. They made the setting more exquisite, and gorgeous. It was like getting married in heaven.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, she reached the altar, and took the sweating, shaking palm of her future husband in her own. They approached the priest.
'I thought you had run away,' he whispered, which tickled her ear from the sweetness of his voice. She smiled.
'I could never run away from you again,' he smiled, 'I just had the wedding jitters.' He nodded and kissed the top of her veil as they finally stood in front of the priest--he started the service.
'We are gathered here today to bind together Arnold Finnigan and Helga Pataki in holy matrimony.'
'Do you, Helga, take Arnold to be your lawfully wedded husband, to honor and cherish, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?' Helga looked to her very soon to be husband and smiled radiantly.
'I do.' His eyes lit up at those words. He'd never been happier in his entire life. The priest continued.
'Do you, Arnold, take Helga to be your lawfully wedded wife, to honor and cherish, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?' He was already staring at her, his new wife. Her eyes glistened form the sun.
'I do.' She smiled so brightly, that she never thought she could frown again. The priest continued.
'I now pronounce you husband and wife. Arnold, you may kiss your bride.' He didn't need to be told twice. He let go of her hands and lifted her veil up. They leaned forward and locked lips, as the crowd grew wild. Here they were, married, finally. They ran out of the garden, as people threw flower petals at them, to celebrate this new unity.
~^~
'Arnold.' Helga, his new wife whispered to him from his arms as they lay in their wedding bed. After the reception, they were put on a plane to France, more specifically Paris, the city of love.
The reception went wonderfully. Gerald had a little plan of his own while the party went on. He took Phoebe outside for a minute, and they became engaged. Arnold and Helga were so excited for them that they announced it to everyone. Then, they danced the night away to their song, Stuck on You by Lionel Richie. (A/N: This is seriously THE sweetest wedding song!)
Helga shifted in her new husband's arms as he pulled her closer to him.
'Hmmm?' he replied in that low, sexy voice. She couldn't help smiling.
'Can you believe it? We're married,' she dug her face in his chest and giggled. He smiled and brought her face up, so he could kiss her. No more words were spoken that night, none other than names and 'I love you's.' They were so deeply in love. The CD Gerald and Phoebe had mixed for them played a song, so beautiful, so perfect.
~I'm so glad we made it
look how far we've come my baby
we migh've took the long way
we knew we'd get there some day
They said, I'll bet
They'll never make it
But just look at us goin' now
We're still together still going strong.
Chorus:
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for love
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss goodnight.~
They fell asleep, in each other's arms. This was the beginning of forever together. Nothing could ever break what they had. They were ready to spend eternity together.
The wind whispered and tapped the window. Arnold awoke for a moment, then fell back asleep. It was nothing, he thought, but it was. He just looked down at his new wife sleeping peacefully, and that made him fall asleep.
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So, that's it for chapter four. Stay tuned for chapter five for a big surprise!!!:D And.
I'll c ya l8ter!
Arnoldnhelga4eva
