I do not own Hey Arnold! God this is getting tiring...
"Thanls for the ride, DAD," Helga called out as she walked towards the stairs leading up to the main school building. She wasn't sure if the bus route included her street, so she decided to get a ride with her dad on his way to work. Her parents had seemed happy when she got home. She wasn't sure if they were just pretending. She knew Olga wasn't. The moment she stepped in, Olga almost snapped her in two with a big bear hug. Helga didn't feel as irritated as she usually did. She smiled.
"No problem, Olga. Make sure you catch the bus next time. I'm late for work," he caleld out cheerfully.
"It's HELGA, Dad." Apparently he didn't hear her. He drove off in his military-type jeep.
Slowly walking up the stairs, Helga made sure she looked alright. Dressed in a pair of simple looking flared jeans, and a pink halter top, with a grey hooded jacket, her long hair flowing loose down her back. and her old pair of sneakers ( I have a thing about how each character is dressed ), she decided she looked ok. Hey, it doesn't look as fancy as what Princess Rhonda might wear- if she's still here that is- but I look presentable. Besides, it's not like I want to impress anybody.
Except Arnold maybe.
She looked at her watch: 8:15. School didn't start till 9. There weren't many people so she decided to sit on the steps and wait for somebody she actually recognized. Studying her nails, she thought about what happened 2 days ago, on Saturday. It was an accident, and well, sort of her fault. Maybe she should have just apologized. She almost did too the other day, picking up the phone and almost dialing his number. Her ego got the better of her.
She saw a bus pull up at the bus circle, and a stream of kids poured out. No Arnold there, she thought, growing slightly impatient. Tapping her feet, she looked at her watch again. Criminy! 8:27. She jumped when someone tapped her on the shoulder. "Whatcha doin' out here all alone?".
She turned around to find Gerald, a school bag over one shoulder and the other hand shoved into his pocket. He looked slightly uncomfortable.
"Don't EVER do that again! You startled me!" Helga exclaimed.
"So the mighty Helga got frightened?".
"I said startled, not frightened," she rolled her eyes. She looked at the bus as it drove out into the main road. "You're the only one in that bus Geraldo?".
"Yeah. Sucks 'cuz I can't be with my Phoebe for a while," Gerald said, a far-away look in his eyes.
Helga snorted. "Since when did you and Phoebe hook up, Geraldo?" Helga asked, with an amused expression on her face.
"Last year. It happened when we were at the library and she-".
"Hey, who said I wanted to hear your story, Bucko? Don't get all mushy on me," Helga interrupted. Well, I do want to know more, but I'll ask Pheebs myself.
Gerald just stood there. Then shrugging, he said "You've changed Helga,".
"So I've heard Geraldo.".
"An' you kinda lost your touch too. You don't seem as mean as in the fourth grade." he said, smiling slightly.
"Hey, I'm as mean and bad buddy, I just don't waste it on chuckleheads like you!" she pointed her finger on Gerald's chest.
"Whatever you sat Helga, whatever you say.".
"So when does Phoebe get here?".
"Any minute. It usually comes 15 minutes before class starts. She and Arnold are in the same bus.".
My sweet, Arnold. I have yet another reason to wait for you, to get a glimpse of your handsome football headed face while waiting for Phoebe every morning. Oh cruel fate. Must I always see you from afar, with a long gaze, while you return none of your own with an expression that matches my longing for you? Oh Arnold, my beloved, my soul my...
"She's here," Gerald said suddenly.
"Arnold's here?! Where??" Helga looked wildly for Arnold.
"Helga, I was talking about Phoebe," Gerald said, a strange look on his face.
"Of course! I knew that! What makes you think I was thinknig about A- Arnold?".
He just stared at her.
Idiot...
"Yo Gerald," Arnold called out, climbing up the stair, Phoebe by his side. They did their little handshake, then Arnold turned his eyes to look at Helga. He scowled. Helga decided to pretend she didn't see him while she and Phoebe exchanged a quick hug.
"So how do you like it so far, Helga?" She asked.
"It's great Pheebs, I haven't checked out the inside yet. I was waiting for somebody to show when Geraldo came out of nowhere and startled me," she said, jerking a thumb back at Gerald. Gerald just snorted.
"Hello Gerald. Are you ready for our English class?" Phoebe said with a flirtatious smile.
Gerald grinend back. "With you Phoebe, I'm always ready,". Helga rolled her eyes.
"See you at lunch Helga! We'll be by the soda machines." Phoebe called back to Helga before disappearing behind the glass doors with Gerald.
"Well Helga, I guess I better get to class too," Arnold said, somewhat stiffly. He awkwardly shifted his eyes from Helga's face to the doors. "Where are you going?".
"Not that it's any of your business football head, but I have to go to the councilling office to get my schedule," Helga said, trying to sound mean as usual.
"Well, do you want me to show you where it is?".
He actually offered to walk me there! So sweet! Helga thought dreamily. Say yes, you moron, say yes!
"Why would I EVER want to walk around with a football headed geek like you by my side?!" She said disdainfully.
"Hey, I was only trying to be nice! I'm outta here!" Arnold yelled, getting some attention from other students walking to their classes. He walked away quickly.
She stared at his back, slowly vanishing behind the doors. Helga you are such an idiot. Here this sweet poor boy is willing to forgive you for spilling tea on his clothes and what do you do?
She sighed and walked up the stairs.
"Thanls for the ride, DAD," Helga called out as she walked towards the stairs leading up to the main school building. She wasn't sure if the bus route included her street, so she decided to get a ride with her dad on his way to work. Her parents had seemed happy when she got home. She wasn't sure if they were just pretending. She knew Olga wasn't. The moment she stepped in, Olga almost snapped her in two with a big bear hug. Helga didn't feel as irritated as she usually did. She smiled.
"No problem, Olga. Make sure you catch the bus next time. I'm late for work," he caleld out cheerfully.
"It's HELGA, Dad." Apparently he didn't hear her. He drove off in his military-type jeep.
Slowly walking up the stairs, Helga made sure she looked alright. Dressed in a pair of simple looking flared jeans, and a pink halter top, with a grey hooded jacket, her long hair flowing loose down her back. and her old pair of sneakers ( I have a thing about how each character is dressed ), she decided she looked ok. Hey, it doesn't look as fancy as what Princess Rhonda might wear- if she's still here that is- but I look presentable. Besides, it's not like I want to impress anybody.
Except Arnold maybe.
She looked at her watch: 8:15. School didn't start till 9. There weren't many people so she decided to sit on the steps and wait for somebody she actually recognized. Studying her nails, she thought about what happened 2 days ago, on Saturday. It was an accident, and well, sort of her fault. Maybe she should have just apologized. She almost did too the other day, picking up the phone and almost dialing his number. Her ego got the better of her.
She saw a bus pull up at the bus circle, and a stream of kids poured out. No Arnold there, she thought, growing slightly impatient. Tapping her feet, she looked at her watch again. Criminy! 8:27. She jumped when someone tapped her on the shoulder. "Whatcha doin' out here all alone?".
She turned around to find Gerald, a school bag over one shoulder and the other hand shoved into his pocket. He looked slightly uncomfortable.
"Don't EVER do that again! You startled me!" Helga exclaimed.
"So the mighty Helga got frightened?".
"I said startled, not frightened," she rolled her eyes. She looked at the bus as it drove out into the main road. "You're the only one in that bus Geraldo?".
"Yeah. Sucks 'cuz I can't be with my Phoebe for a while," Gerald said, a far-away look in his eyes.
Helga snorted. "Since when did you and Phoebe hook up, Geraldo?" Helga asked, with an amused expression on her face.
"Last year. It happened when we were at the library and she-".
"Hey, who said I wanted to hear your story, Bucko? Don't get all mushy on me," Helga interrupted. Well, I do want to know more, but I'll ask Pheebs myself.
Gerald just stood there. Then shrugging, he said "You've changed Helga,".
"So I've heard Geraldo.".
"An' you kinda lost your touch too. You don't seem as mean as in the fourth grade." he said, smiling slightly.
"Hey, I'm as mean and bad buddy, I just don't waste it on chuckleheads like you!" she pointed her finger on Gerald's chest.
"Whatever you sat Helga, whatever you say.".
"So when does Phoebe get here?".
"Any minute. It usually comes 15 minutes before class starts. She and Arnold are in the same bus.".
My sweet, Arnold. I have yet another reason to wait for you, to get a glimpse of your handsome football headed face while waiting for Phoebe every morning. Oh cruel fate. Must I always see you from afar, with a long gaze, while you return none of your own with an expression that matches my longing for you? Oh Arnold, my beloved, my soul my...
"She's here," Gerald said suddenly.
"Arnold's here?! Where??" Helga looked wildly for Arnold.
"Helga, I was talking about Phoebe," Gerald said, a strange look on his face.
"Of course! I knew that! What makes you think I was thinknig about A- Arnold?".
He just stared at her.
Idiot...
"Yo Gerald," Arnold called out, climbing up the stair, Phoebe by his side. They did their little handshake, then Arnold turned his eyes to look at Helga. He scowled. Helga decided to pretend she didn't see him while she and Phoebe exchanged a quick hug.
"So how do you like it so far, Helga?" She asked.
"It's great Pheebs, I haven't checked out the inside yet. I was waiting for somebody to show when Geraldo came out of nowhere and startled me," she said, jerking a thumb back at Gerald. Gerald just snorted.
"Hello Gerald. Are you ready for our English class?" Phoebe said with a flirtatious smile.
Gerald grinend back. "With you Phoebe, I'm always ready,". Helga rolled her eyes.
"See you at lunch Helga! We'll be by the soda machines." Phoebe called back to Helga before disappearing behind the glass doors with Gerald.
"Well Helga, I guess I better get to class too," Arnold said, somewhat stiffly. He awkwardly shifted his eyes from Helga's face to the doors. "Where are you going?".
"Not that it's any of your business football head, but I have to go to the councilling office to get my schedule," Helga said, trying to sound mean as usual.
"Well, do you want me to show you where it is?".
He actually offered to walk me there! So sweet! Helga thought dreamily. Say yes, you moron, say yes!
"Why would I EVER want to walk around with a football headed geek like you by my side?!" She said disdainfully.
"Hey, I was only trying to be nice! I'm outta here!" Arnold yelled, getting some attention from other students walking to their classes. He walked away quickly.
She stared at his back, slowly vanishing behind the doors. Helga you are such an idiot. Here this sweet poor boy is willing to forgive you for spilling tea on his clothes and what do you do?
She sighed and walked up the stairs.