Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold, of course, I'm just inspired ( Hey that sounds good ^_^'' ) by his own idea to write that...

Chapter 1: "Finally she woke up"

Finally she woke up, after hearing the sixth time alarm clock ringing,with an annoying and loud "biiiiip"

"Crimeny...." – she said in a sleepy voice.

"Hon, you are going to be late at school..." – said Miriam behind Helga's door.

"Yeah, ok... I wake up..." – said Helga finally pulling out the covers and taking her pink, red and white t-shirt and his big jeans, going to the bathroom,you know, taking a shower faster than fast, and running over the house trying to get any rest of any piece of food, trying to make something that could be called "lunch".

"I'm leaving,mom!!"-she yelled before slaming the door loudly. In a hurry she could catch the bus to school, and she took the usually seat next to Phoebe.

"Good morning, Helga!"- smiled Phoebe, the little japanese girl with her usually soft voice.

"'morning Pheebs" – breathed her closing her eyes with a tired expression.

"Are you ok, Helga?"- Tryed Phoebe looking close to her. Helga usually kept an indiferent expression on her face, really difficult to go inside her wall.

But now, she seemed pretty tired, and somehow, worried about something, vulnerable.

"Um... actually..." – started Helga in a soft tone... but fast, she opened her eyes in surprise for something, and put on her usual esceptical face – "Nothing Phoebe, no questions please!"

"Got it"

Then Helga looked at Phoebe again, and realizing that her friend wasn't looking at her (She seemed more interested on a Tall-hair-boy...), she left the tension away, sure that nobody was looking at her, and turned her face to the window with a sad, tired and worried expression.

Well... there was someone that was looking at her. A blond boy with a football-shaped head, looked over her, worried too.

He remembered what happened yesterday, and sighed inside. His best friend Gerald, lucky, wasn't looking at him. He had his hearphones and was singing loud a song ( and, he seemed more interested on a little japanese girl with black shining hair).

Flashback:

It was almost nine o'clock, and a girl, actually a teenager, with her blond hair laying over her shoulders like a golden soft cascade, covering her face and her blue eyes, was over the bridge, looking down at the cold water, just breathing hard and trying not to shake too much. She finally sat down and took a cigarrete, she lighted up and breathed the smoke.

After keep the smoke inside, she breathed out and looked up at the early stars.

-"This will kill you, ya know?" – said someone in a whisper. Helga looked up and saw Arnold. He was standing next to her. She didn't realized that he came next to her. He sat down. By the ages he has grown up, and he was taller, taller than her actually. His blond hair was larger and was covered by a big blue cap. The little one was on his room, next to his parent's last photo.

"What are you doing here?" – she spat after a minutes of silence.

"I knew that you will be here"

"What?"

"Helga..."

"Just.... what do you mean? You was looking for me?"

"Yeah"

"But... why?"

"Look Helga... I was walking for find some bread... and... I saw you running fast from your house..." – He put himself closer to her – "What happened this time? It was Bob?"

"You... Football-

"Helga, there is no people here, you don't need to call me names"

Helga looked at him, confused, but she softened her expression. He took her hand softly and she rest her head on his arm.

"I'm tired of this, Arnold" – she whispered – "I'm tired of hiding, of trying to not to care of them... why was I born on that house? Why I was born anyways... I-

"Helga, don't start with that again... we talked enough about it" He looked at her, but she was keeping her head down. Sweetly he touched her hair.

"So, what I'm supposed to do now?" – she asked in the girlish tone that Arnold was now used to hear. "Oh... I'm sorry... I mean, I don't want that you have to listen to that again... I mean that I have to find the answer, never give up, try to be understandable with them..." – she stopped for a moment and look at Arnold on the eyes. He had a worried expression on his eyes.

He put more pression on the hand that he was taking. "it's just so hard, I'm not so optimistic as you, Arnold. I never was..."

"But anyway, you are still alive, Helga, I know it's hard to face it..." – He looked at her with a sweet expression on his eyes – "But I'm here, Helga"

She smiled and closed her eyes. But sooner the worried expression apeared on her face again "I'm sorry for what you have to pass trough with me, Arnold..."

"What do you mean?" – He said looking down at her and taking the cigarrete from her lips. He took a drag and put it back on her lips. She smiled again.

"I'm so complicated, Arnold"

"Well... that's not new..."

"Arnold!" – she said trying that he take his words on a serious way.

"Ok, ok... so what do you wanna tell me with that"

"That maybe I'm giving you too much troubles, Arnold. That maybe... I don't know... I should go alone on this..."

He blinked, and she up her head looking up to the skies.

"What?"

"Arnold, you know that I appreciate your help, always"

"Yes, but..."

"Let me finish"

"ok..." – he said a little insecure.

"What will I learn if you are always behind me when I'm trying to do something? Why will I know if I'm good enough for do the things by my own? What will happend if someday you leave me and..."

"I'm not going to do it, but by the way you are talking, it seems that you are going to do it just now!" – he said louding a little his tone, showing his fear. She looked at him, serious for a moment, but then she smiled amused.

"What!"

"Always so dense, football-head..." – she said sweetely rubbing his hair. He looked confused.

"I'm not going to leave you, but... I want that you don't be always saying what is correct or the right thing to do on this problems that I have"

"I thought that you liked it, that you apreciated my help" – he said ofended.

"Arnold!" – she said again with a smile. "If you don't let me finish you will take the things on the wrong way... of course I like that you help me, I love it... thanks to it is why we are..."

He smiled back feeling his cheeks turning a little red.

"yes... I think I'm understanding you"

"But I wanna know that I could do the correct thing or the right thing, or say the best advice and get myself out of that problem... it is the time that I try by myself"

"But... are you sure Helga? Is not like a maths problem! Is about people..."

"Oh, what a new...!" –she spat giving a last drag to her cigarrete.

"Hey I wanted the last drag..." –he said looking how the ended cigarret was falling on the ground.

"Sorry"

"Well, anyway... we are talking about your parents. They became just so far away from you making you sad and not even taking care of you, I cannot just sit down and watch, that's all... I cannot see more, that they are hurting you...."

"Come on, Arnold, we are sixteen now, is not like if I really needed them like when I was nine..."

"Yes, sixteen years old, but you are not independent, you still need your parents... we all still need them"

"If you mean it by the money I have some-

"That's not what I mean Helga" – he looked at her serious.

"Yeah, I get it, that's why I'm going to give them a last chance... if it doesn't make sense I will give up... this is the last time, Arnold. I have to make my mom not feel so worthless and that she not be drunk anymore..."

"How about Bob?"

"Well that's harder, he doesn't even know my name still"

"Well, he doesn't know mine either..."

"But I'm his daughter..."

"Yes, you win" – He said making that she lead her head again on his arm, taking her hand again, rubbing her fingers softly.

"Mmm.... I will be always like this..."

"Me too" – he said dreamily.

"I cannot go sleep to your house?" – she said raising her right eyebrow (Yes, she has two eyebrows now). He looked up to the skies and couldn't help but smile ear to ear.

"Nope, Helga"

"Why not?" – she said in a flirting tone – "Are you afraid or something?"

"You are kidding..."

"Noo..."

"Helga, tomorrow we have class..."

"Oh yeah, I forgot... how about we miss it...?" – she tried jokingly. He looked at her amused and gave her a kiss on her hair.

"You are terrible"

"I know... a bad influence for you..."

"Well, I think that it is a exciting influence for me" – he said looking at her raising one eyebrow. She smiled warmly.

"I'm so happy that you came" – she finally said closing her eyes. "Hey, but how about the bread that you said that you bought...?"

"Well... I just leave it at home..." – he said rubbing the back of his neck and trying to hide a smile.

She raised one eyebrow in disveliablement. He give up.

"Ok, I was just going to pick you up for a drink, or for talk.. I needed to see you"

"You don't see me enough on high school?"

"There is different... you are not yourself, we are always acting like if we wasn't together, and... you still call me names sometimes, little lady!" – he said serious and playfully at the same time.

"What about that little passion moment on the lockers?" – she said smiling evilly, remembering how she took him, days ago, on the lockers and gave him a passionate kiss, how he took tight her by the waist and pressed her against his body with the same passion.

Then they just looked on the eyes and went to their classes.

"Well... that was..." he said smiling warmly to her, and pulling his arms around her waist.

She looked at him amused and gave him a little kiss on the lips, but he returned it with a one, warm, passionate and long kiss... until they separate to breath.

They look each other unblinking, deep down on the eyes, smiling, happy. They hold each other as if it was the last time they was going to be like this, as if it was the last time they was going to be together.