Where We're From
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold.
Hey, long time no read/write, or.whatever. Anyway, here's chapter eight. They've grown up quite a bit in this chapter, so don't be surprised when all of a sudden Sean is in the picture. Anyway, here it is, chapter eight.
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Chapter Eight: Different Apples Come From the Same Tree
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'My father moved from being assistant quarterback coach to head coach after the first head coach retired. It was a great gain for the Vikings, and for a few seasons, they were unbeatable. That was a revolution for that team since before Arnold they didn't always do so well. My mother loved to watch my father's team on TV, and so did Jayme. Jeana hated football though, but then again she hated all sports.'
Jeana smiled a little from her seat, and Sean continued, 'Then I was born, and as my mother said, we grew up too fast for her to follow. By the time I was nine, and my sisters were 16, my mother had twenty books published; twelve of them had national awards, but my mother had an exceptional talent in writing. My sisters got cars, and I got a crush, a crush that my mother helped me through. You see, she herself had a mad, intense crush on my father in their earlier years, since she was a small child. Mine started the first day I saw this woman, who is now my wife. If it hadn't been for my mother, I don't know where I would be now, without my wonderful family.' Sean looked to his family, and his wife gave him the best smile she could muster.
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Helga watched Sean get off the school bus, as he turned back to it and yelled to a girl in the window.
'That's right, I hate your guts! So stay the heck away from me!' the bus pulled away, as he watched it, blissfully staring at the window a girl was sitting in. Helga chuckled a little at the face her young nine year old son had on his face, when Jeana pulled up to the house, and burst inside, talking on her cell phone.
'No Molly, I swear! Did you see what she was wearing though!?' Jeana yelled to her best friend, Molly. Jeana herself grew up to be quite beautiful. At sixteen, she had long platinum blonde hair that reached far down her back, and she had her father's deep sea green eyes. That is what attracted all the boys to her. She was the spitting image of Helga, with Arnold's eyes. Jeana was wearing a white peasant top, with lace trimming, and blue jeans with a big flare at the bottom, covering up her sneakers, She threw her backpack on the couch, closely followed by her Trigonometry book, and ran up to her room to continue her private conversation. Helga shook her head. She turned out like Rhonda. Finally, she heard Sean coming through the door, and looked up to see that peaceful look still plastered on his face. Helga smiled, her son had a crush.
'Sean,' she said. He snapped out of his dream quickly and put a glare on his face. He was just like Helga was a s a child. He was hostile, a bully, and he picked on the girl he liked, only one difference. His parents loved him.
It was strange though, because Sean looked like his father. It was weird seeing the attitude coming from someone Helga had seen her whole life as the most gentle person in the world. At the same time, she felt so proud that he inherited her sharp tongue and quick wit.
'What mom?' He asked unrespectfully.
Helga just smiled. 'Who was that girl?' Sean's face turned shocked, as words tried to leave his mouth, but nothing audible came out. When he finally managed to talk, he turned it to a temper.
'I-I don't know what you're talking about. Just leave me alone!' Helga just smiled facetiously as Sean started stomping up to his room.
'Okay, but if you ever want to talk to me about her, because.maybe, oh I don't know.maybe you like her?' Sean stopped halfway up the stairs. He turned around slowly, without a glare.
'I don't like her-like her, okay mom? I don't want to even talk about her.' He said as calmly as possible.
Helga smiled. 'Okay Sean, but I'm here if you need to talk,' Sean nodded and went up to his room. Helga knew the best way to get him to talk was to let him think it over for a while, then he'd come talk. That's how Helga, herself was. Arnold always waited and let her think before she talked. It was the best way.
Helga chuckled to herself and turned around just as Jayme came in the door carrying a big bag full of all her soccer stuff.
'Hey mom!' Jayme called.
Helga smiled and looked toward her daughter, 'Hi honey, how was practice?'
Jayme sat down her bag and went over to the refrigerator to find a snack. 'It was great! I think we'll do great at state!' Helga smiled at her. Jayme played soccer, and very well. She was the best one on her team and brought her team to state by scoring twelve of the twenty goals at their sections meet. Jayme played year-round, and indoors during the winter. Arnold, Helga, and Sean came to most of Jayme's games, but Jeana never came. She was always too busy with her friends. She was out so often that Arnold and Helga have started worrying about her. All of Jayme's friends were on the soccer team, and they were always too busy playing to go out, but when they did go out, they always went together. Jayme's soccer team was like a second family to her. They bonded so well.
'I'm going back out mom,' Jayme said as she headed upstairs to change, 'Tara and I are going to a movie, then we're going to go back to her house. I'll be home late.' Helga nodded. Tara was Jayme's best friend, and a good friend.
Tara was also an exceptional soccer player, and student. Jayme always kept to her word, so Helga never worried about Jayme like she did with Jeana, but teenagers are so hard to handle. Nothing bad has happened yet, anything too drastic.
Jeana's grades were not as high as Jayme's, and she had to be pushed to do well in school. Her grades slipped sometimes, so Helga and Arnold would get on her case to bring them up. She needed to do well if she wanted to get into a good college.
Jayme came back downstairs, dressed up nicer than before. Jayme was the spitting image of her father, and she had his personality. Yes, Jeana and Jayme were fraternal twins, and boys seemed to find Jeana prettier than Jayme, but in Helga's eyes, both girls were equally beautiful.
'Have fun.' Helga said before Jayme left. Jayme walked back over and gave her mother a peck on the cheek and a brief hug.
'Bye mom, love ya,' she said grabbing the keys and heading out. Helga smiled after her, but changed her gaze over to the couch. There lay Jeana's backpack, looking very light and empty. Helga walked over to the banister, annoyed with her daughter.
'Jeana!' She yelled up the stairs. There was no answer, so she tried again, 'Jeana!' Still no answer. Jeana was probably mad because Arnold had grounded her for smoking with some friends at a gas station. Arnold had been coming home from a long day with his team, and rolled into a gas station to fill up his tank, when he saw Jeana, smoking with some "friends." Right away he took her home, and he and Helga decided she should be grounded. Helga reached Jeana's room. She started to open the door.
'Jeana Michelle, you come when I call--' Helga stopped halfway through her sentence when she opened the door, and found the window open, with the screen placed neatly on the floor. Helga started to panic until she heard a car start up, and take off outside. She looked out the window to see Jeana taking off down the street. Helga fumed, and pulled out her phone. She knew giving the girls their own separate cars was a big mistake.
'Hello? Is Stinky Peterson there?' she asked. Stinky himself had moved to Minnesota for better planting soil. When that didn't work out, he started up a business, a business that now worked for the state.
'Hello?' A low southern accent of a man was heard. Helga smiled.
'Hey Stinko, what's up?'
'Why gee Helga, how ya doin' these here days?'
'Sorry, but I can't really talk. I'm fine, Arnold's fine, Jayme and Sean are fine, but Jeana just took off in her car again. Do you think you could drive around until she parks it, then could you tow her car again? Maybe it will teach her a lesson this time.' Helga said quickly.
Stinky laughed. He didn't have enough fingers to count every time she had asked him to do this.
'Why Helga, I'd be glad to help you do that. Is her license palate still 036 HGF?' Helga smiled.
'Unless she got a new one without me knowing, yes. Thank's again Stinky, we owe you big time.'
'Shucks Helga, it's no problem. Why if anybody had told me that you an' Arnold would get married, and have kids when we were younger, I think I would have don think they was talkin' crazy.' Stinky chuckled.
Helga blushed a little. 'Yeah, well it's weird how some things work out. Anyway, Jeana will pay the bill when her car is towed, and maybe that will teach her a lesson. Thanks Stinko,' Helga said and hung up the phone. Now all she could do was wait until Jeana got home. If she tried calling he on her phone, she wouldn't answer. Jeana had a special ring for home, and caller ID as well. That's what you get when your parents are the football coach of a professional team, and an award winning author.
Helga went over to Sean's room and knocked on the door.
'Sean?' she called through the door. She heard a loud crash inside, making her smile.
Sean called back once he rearranged himself. 'What!?'
'Are you doing your homework?' Helga asked with a slight snicker.
'Yeah,' he said, and then there was another loud crash.
Helga just smiled. 'Then what is all that loud noise?'
'Nothing,' he replied angelically.
'Okay.' Helga said, and walked downstairs to start dinner. Just as she was taking steaks out of the freezer, two strong, warm arms encircled her waist and whispered in her ear lovingly.
'Hey honey,' Arnold said from behind. Helga laughed and turned around. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.
'Did you have a good practice today?' she asked.
Arnold smiled and drew her nearer, looking at her with half lidded eyes. 'Yeah, everyday. But my favorite part is coming home to be with you.' Helga smiled and brought his head to hers, and kissed him, longer, and more passionately. Sean walked down the stairs, and stopped when he saw his parents. His face turned to a look of disgust as he watched from the banister. He wrinkled his face and walked back up to his room.
'Ewwww! I'm never going to do that!' He said to himself as he entered his room. He had hockey posters up all over. In the past his parents had tried to get him interested in all kinds of sports ranging from football, to soccer, to basketball, to baseball, but he only liked hockey.nothing else.
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'That was the only, thank god, the only time I ever saw my parents kiss like that. I don't think they ever knew I was there, but it was there I realized, thinking back on it now, how much they really loved each other. I have a poem that I'm going to read, in honor of my parents. The only reason I'm reading this is because it is what will go on their grave,' Sean said. He never let his pride down.
'This poem is by Emily Dickinson:
Two lengths has everyday,
It's absolute extent--
And area superior
By hope or heaven lent
Eternity will be
Velocity, or pause.
At fundamental signals
From fundamental laws.
To die, is not to go--
On doom's consummate chart.
No territory new is staked,
Remain thou as thou art.'
The crowd kept crying, though the poem made them smile. It reminded them that even though Helga and Arnold were gone, they were not really, truly gone. They lived through everything they did.
Sean returned to his seat, as Jayme thought about what had happened that night. She looked over at Jeana, and knew that she too was recollecting what had happened. Jayme will never forget it as long as she lived, and it wasn't good.
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No, Jeana sneaking out of the house isn't the bad thing. She gets in even more trouble in the next chapter. Anyway, feedback is what fuels me to continue, so please r/r. I'll update asap. So enjoy, and keep the reviews coming and I'll
C ya l8ter!
Arnoldnhelga4eva
PS: I don't own emily dickinson, so there.:D
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold.
Hey, long time no read/write, or.whatever. Anyway, here's chapter eight. They've grown up quite a bit in this chapter, so don't be surprised when all of a sudden Sean is in the picture. Anyway, here it is, chapter eight.
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Chapter Eight: Different Apples Come From the Same Tree
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
'My father moved from being assistant quarterback coach to head coach after the first head coach retired. It was a great gain for the Vikings, and for a few seasons, they were unbeatable. That was a revolution for that team since before Arnold they didn't always do so well. My mother loved to watch my father's team on TV, and so did Jayme. Jeana hated football though, but then again she hated all sports.'
Jeana smiled a little from her seat, and Sean continued, 'Then I was born, and as my mother said, we grew up too fast for her to follow. By the time I was nine, and my sisters were 16, my mother had twenty books published; twelve of them had national awards, but my mother had an exceptional talent in writing. My sisters got cars, and I got a crush, a crush that my mother helped me through. You see, she herself had a mad, intense crush on my father in their earlier years, since she was a small child. Mine started the first day I saw this woman, who is now my wife. If it hadn't been for my mother, I don't know where I would be now, without my wonderful family.' Sean looked to his family, and his wife gave him the best smile she could muster.
~^*^~
Helga watched Sean get off the school bus, as he turned back to it and yelled to a girl in the window.
'That's right, I hate your guts! So stay the heck away from me!' the bus pulled away, as he watched it, blissfully staring at the window a girl was sitting in. Helga chuckled a little at the face her young nine year old son had on his face, when Jeana pulled up to the house, and burst inside, talking on her cell phone.
'No Molly, I swear! Did you see what she was wearing though!?' Jeana yelled to her best friend, Molly. Jeana herself grew up to be quite beautiful. At sixteen, she had long platinum blonde hair that reached far down her back, and she had her father's deep sea green eyes. That is what attracted all the boys to her. She was the spitting image of Helga, with Arnold's eyes. Jeana was wearing a white peasant top, with lace trimming, and blue jeans with a big flare at the bottom, covering up her sneakers, She threw her backpack on the couch, closely followed by her Trigonometry book, and ran up to her room to continue her private conversation. Helga shook her head. She turned out like Rhonda. Finally, she heard Sean coming through the door, and looked up to see that peaceful look still plastered on his face. Helga smiled, her son had a crush.
'Sean,' she said. He snapped out of his dream quickly and put a glare on his face. He was just like Helga was a s a child. He was hostile, a bully, and he picked on the girl he liked, only one difference. His parents loved him.
It was strange though, because Sean looked like his father. It was weird seeing the attitude coming from someone Helga had seen her whole life as the most gentle person in the world. At the same time, she felt so proud that he inherited her sharp tongue and quick wit.
'What mom?' He asked unrespectfully.
Helga just smiled. 'Who was that girl?' Sean's face turned shocked, as words tried to leave his mouth, but nothing audible came out. When he finally managed to talk, he turned it to a temper.
'I-I don't know what you're talking about. Just leave me alone!' Helga just smiled facetiously as Sean started stomping up to his room.
'Okay, but if you ever want to talk to me about her, because.maybe, oh I don't know.maybe you like her?' Sean stopped halfway up the stairs. He turned around slowly, without a glare.
'I don't like her-like her, okay mom? I don't want to even talk about her.' He said as calmly as possible.
Helga smiled. 'Okay Sean, but I'm here if you need to talk,' Sean nodded and went up to his room. Helga knew the best way to get him to talk was to let him think it over for a while, then he'd come talk. That's how Helga, herself was. Arnold always waited and let her think before she talked. It was the best way.
Helga chuckled to herself and turned around just as Jayme came in the door carrying a big bag full of all her soccer stuff.
'Hey mom!' Jayme called.
Helga smiled and looked toward her daughter, 'Hi honey, how was practice?'
Jayme sat down her bag and went over to the refrigerator to find a snack. 'It was great! I think we'll do great at state!' Helga smiled at her. Jayme played soccer, and very well. She was the best one on her team and brought her team to state by scoring twelve of the twenty goals at their sections meet. Jayme played year-round, and indoors during the winter. Arnold, Helga, and Sean came to most of Jayme's games, but Jeana never came. She was always too busy with her friends. She was out so often that Arnold and Helga have started worrying about her. All of Jayme's friends were on the soccer team, and they were always too busy playing to go out, but when they did go out, they always went together. Jayme's soccer team was like a second family to her. They bonded so well.
'I'm going back out mom,' Jayme said as she headed upstairs to change, 'Tara and I are going to a movie, then we're going to go back to her house. I'll be home late.' Helga nodded. Tara was Jayme's best friend, and a good friend.
Tara was also an exceptional soccer player, and student. Jayme always kept to her word, so Helga never worried about Jayme like she did with Jeana, but teenagers are so hard to handle. Nothing bad has happened yet, anything too drastic.
Jeana's grades were not as high as Jayme's, and she had to be pushed to do well in school. Her grades slipped sometimes, so Helga and Arnold would get on her case to bring them up. She needed to do well if she wanted to get into a good college.
Jayme came back downstairs, dressed up nicer than before. Jayme was the spitting image of her father, and she had his personality. Yes, Jeana and Jayme were fraternal twins, and boys seemed to find Jeana prettier than Jayme, but in Helga's eyes, both girls were equally beautiful.
'Have fun.' Helga said before Jayme left. Jayme walked back over and gave her mother a peck on the cheek and a brief hug.
'Bye mom, love ya,' she said grabbing the keys and heading out. Helga smiled after her, but changed her gaze over to the couch. There lay Jeana's backpack, looking very light and empty. Helga walked over to the banister, annoyed with her daughter.
'Jeana!' She yelled up the stairs. There was no answer, so she tried again, 'Jeana!' Still no answer. Jeana was probably mad because Arnold had grounded her for smoking with some friends at a gas station. Arnold had been coming home from a long day with his team, and rolled into a gas station to fill up his tank, when he saw Jeana, smoking with some "friends." Right away he took her home, and he and Helga decided she should be grounded. Helga reached Jeana's room. She started to open the door.
'Jeana Michelle, you come when I call--' Helga stopped halfway through her sentence when she opened the door, and found the window open, with the screen placed neatly on the floor. Helga started to panic until she heard a car start up, and take off outside. She looked out the window to see Jeana taking off down the street. Helga fumed, and pulled out her phone. She knew giving the girls their own separate cars was a big mistake.
'Hello? Is Stinky Peterson there?' she asked. Stinky himself had moved to Minnesota for better planting soil. When that didn't work out, he started up a business, a business that now worked for the state.
'Hello?' A low southern accent of a man was heard. Helga smiled.
'Hey Stinko, what's up?'
'Why gee Helga, how ya doin' these here days?'
'Sorry, but I can't really talk. I'm fine, Arnold's fine, Jayme and Sean are fine, but Jeana just took off in her car again. Do you think you could drive around until she parks it, then could you tow her car again? Maybe it will teach her a lesson this time.' Helga said quickly.
Stinky laughed. He didn't have enough fingers to count every time she had asked him to do this.
'Why Helga, I'd be glad to help you do that. Is her license palate still 036 HGF?' Helga smiled.
'Unless she got a new one without me knowing, yes. Thank's again Stinky, we owe you big time.'
'Shucks Helga, it's no problem. Why if anybody had told me that you an' Arnold would get married, and have kids when we were younger, I think I would have don think they was talkin' crazy.' Stinky chuckled.
Helga blushed a little. 'Yeah, well it's weird how some things work out. Anyway, Jeana will pay the bill when her car is towed, and maybe that will teach her a lesson. Thanks Stinko,' Helga said and hung up the phone. Now all she could do was wait until Jeana got home. If she tried calling he on her phone, she wouldn't answer. Jeana had a special ring for home, and caller ID as well. That's what you get when your parents are the football coach of a professional team, and an award winning author.
Helga went over to Sean's room and knocked on the door.
'Sean?' she called through the door. She heard a loud crash inside, making her smile.
Sean called back once he rearranged himself. 'What!?'
'Are you doing your homework?' Helga asked with a slight snicker.
'Yeah,' he said, and then there was another loud crash.
Helga just smiled. 'Then what is all that loud noise?'
'Nothing,' he replied angelically.
'Okay.' Helga said, and walked downstairs to start dinner. Just as she was taking steaks out of the freezer, two strong, warm arms encircled her waist and whispered in her ear lovingly.
'Hey honey,' Arnold said from behind. Helga laughed and turned around. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.
'Did you have a good practice today?' she asked.
Arnold smiled and drew her nearer, looking at her with half lidded eyes. 'Yeah, everyday. But my favorite part is coming home to be with you.' Helga smiled and brought his head to hers, and kissed him, longer, and more passionately. Sean walked down the stairs, and stopped when he saw his parents. His face turned to a look of disgust as he watched from the banister. He wrinkled his face and walked back up to his room.
'Ewwww! I'm never going to do that!' He said to himself as he entered his room. He had hockey posters up all over. In the past his parents had tried to get him interested in all kinds of sports ranging from football, to soccer, to basketball, to baseball, but he only liked hockey.nothing else.
~^*^~
'That was the only, thank god, the only time I ever saw my parents kiss like that. I don't think they ever knew I was there, but it was there I realized, thinking back on it now, how much they really loved each other. I have a poem that I'm going to read, in honor of my parents. The only reason I'm reading this is because it is what will go on their grave,' Sean said. He never let his pride down.
'This poem is by Emily Dickinson:
Two lengths has everyday,
It's absolute extent--
And area superior
By hope or heaven lent
Eternity will be
Velocity, or pause.
At fundamental signals
From fundamental laws.
To die, is not to go--
On doom's consummate chart.
No territory new is staked,
Remain thou as thou art.'
The crowd kept crying, though the poem made them smile. It reminded them that even though Helga and Arnold were gone, they were not really, truly gone. They lived through everything they did.
Sean returned to his seat, as Jayme thought about what had happened that night. She looked over at Jeana, and knew that she too was recollecting what had happened. Jayme will never forget it as long as she lived, and it wasn't good.
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No, Jeana sneaking out of the house isn't the bad thing. She gets in even more trouble in the next chapter. Anyway, feedback is what fuels me to continue, so please r/r. I'll update asap. So enjoy, and keep the reviews coming and I'll
C ya l8ter!
Arnoldnhelga4eva
PS: I don't own emily dickinson, so there.:D
