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Chapter two: "This is like a dream..."
"This is like a dream... – said Helga in a whisper – a dream that it uses to fade away when I cross the doors of my house"
"It's real, I'm real Helga, I'm here..."
"Yes, but it's almost unreal... I never thought that my desire, my wish became true, and now, we are here, loving each other, trying to be closer than close, trying to fix our lives for be finally without problems, but my parents are persons that are out of this, different kind of persons..."
"Helga..." – he said worried. Always, when she was serious he felt that she was miles away from him, that she was more mature than him, and, sometimes, it scared him. Anyway, he never talk about that with her. Sometimes, he thought that she changed faster than him, that she was growing up fast than him, and... then a little fear came across his mind, the fear that someday she won't need him anymore.
"I know... but maybe I cannot make them like I want. You cannot change people and try to make or fix them like you want, it isn't ethical, isn't it?"
He thought silent for a moment.
"Anyways, you can make them try to be better persons, and if it doesn't make sense this last time... you know... I don't really know what can we do about it..."
"We?"
He rolled his eyes and let a smile cross his face.
"Ok, you, miss. Independence"
"That's better" – she said with a smile. But gave him a long and sweet kiss on his lips.
"I need you so much...." – she said in a whisper. He put a tender side on his eyes and began to play with her hair again.
"I need you too" – he said in a whisper, closing his eyes, feeling her perfume, feeling that thing falling down inside his stomach... then the restless. Helga looked up at him with a worried expression on her eyes. They was together, but sometimes she had that fear, the fear that when she didn't have any problem he woudn't need her anymore, or find her interesting...
After the confession on the FTI building, when she was nine, a lot of things happened between them. First she denied everything in front of him, but he became closer. She just could keep her secret one more year from him. He said that he already knew that it wasn't just for the heat of the moment, and couldn't help but tell her that he felt something for her too... but both decided that they have to see what things was going on, slowly.
After some troubles, misunderstandings, desperately love confessions, plans, surprises... they became at the point that they was, at sixteen years old, together. They didn't like to tell that they was a "couple", they still wanted to be Arnold, and Helga, and he wouldn't be known just as Helga's boyfriend or viceversa. They would still be themselves, but together, feeling love for each other.
Still it was difficult sometimes, for her, to show up how she really was in front of the rest of the gang or the rest of the people in general. Sometimes she had that angryly and bully things, like sarcastic expressions, or mention ol' Betsy and the Five avengers, but it wasn't usually, and she didn't show it when she was really angry, maybe better when she was playing or laughing with their friends. She seemed relaxed, happier and she could express how sensitive she really was. Anyway, she had learn a lot with Arnold, and he had learn a lot with her too.
They were still sitting down, she was laying her head over his chest, breathing slowly, closing her eyes, leaving her problems far away. He kept his head over her, kissing her hair, touching and rubbing her arms and her fingers, starting to breathe faster.
A soft wind move the leaves of the trees, and they returned the question shining over the lamp lights of the park, like if the stars really fell down on the skies to bring hope to the lovers. They was alone in the park, and the wind brought the smell of the early spring, cool but not cold. They breath hard, and both opened her eyes slowly.
She moved her body to be eye to eye with her soulmate. It was him. She never doubt it. He looked over her eyes, feeling that he was falling on that blue and deep whater, and he just could feel love.
It was hard to breathe. No words, it wasn't necessary to say anything, just the connection of their eyes, of their souls. They wasn't even touching each other, and it seemed that they was becoming one only thing. For that, both needed to feel physically that sensation, for express with the action what was, what they felt deepdown inside, they start to breathe faster, and he put his arms around her waist. She, at the same time put hers around his neck, and they became closer. Looking at the eyes, the sof wind blowing, the moonlight, showing the silver light as a godess... and that expected kiss, longer, desperately, feeling each other closer, losing the sense of their own persons, feeling like fading away, both, just Helga and Arnold, the rest it was nothing. Kiss by kiss, their tongues mixing gently and their lips feeling the other one's soft skin, just kissing, holding each other in fact, but... it was more than that.
Closing their eyes. She felt his soft breathe on her lips at the times that they stop kissing for look at each other, and start kissing again. 'He taste like honey...' 'She taste like strawberries...'
And the passion make that the kisses became longer and faster, breathing heavily, she moaned softly, and he put her even closer, feeling her soft body agains his, and he could not love her more or desire her more.... she moaned again feeling his hair beetween her fingers...
But then...
"Little lady, you better come home. NOW." – the angry voice of a man make that they both paniked. It was Big Bob, standing there, looking at them with a hard expression. They both separated and stand up.
"B...Bob.."- she gulped nervously taking Arnold's hand in fear. He could just press her hand tightly.
"So, you little lady and you... WHAT WAS YOU DOING???"
Arnold felt rage inside and took a step torwards to Helga's father. She put an arm in front of him, warningly, not letting him do something irrational. They gave a little look at each other.
She was silently saying to him to keep still, cool. He nooded, understanding her worried expression. Helga, closed her eyes, took a deep breath and began to talk.
"Bob, he is Arnold... he's my boyfriend we was just...-
"So, he's your boyfriend, huh? And what do you make you think that I even care who is he!"- Said Bob yelling.
"You, boy... you better stay away from her, because if I see you once again with my daughter..."
"Father, I love him!" – she yelled. Arnold opened his eyes wide and could not breath.
"What?" – said Bob almost without voice.
"You cannot tell me with who I have to be, I love him, and I'm going to stay with him, see him, whenever I want! GOT IT?!" – she yelled again, feeling her face red by the anger.
"NO? Of course I can tell you what you HAVE to do, and you'd better obey me, little girl! What would it be if someone saw you, huh? What would they think??!!"
"What...what would they think?!?! Is just what you can't even imagine?!"
"Yeah, seeing the young Pataki, acting like a dirty bitch, moaning in the arms of that.. orphan boy!!"
Arnold felt the anger again and put himself beetween Helga and his father. Bob looked at him, surprised and angry at that.
"Let her alone, Mr.Pataki. You not even care about her, let her live her life!"
"No, when she lives at MY house little boy!! And who do you think you are, talking to me on that tone? You are nothing! Don't even touch my daughter again or you will regret it!"
"Mr.Pataki you cannot tell me what I have to do" – said Arnold, serious and in a calm tone.
"Come on Helga, let's go" – said Arnold taking her by the hand, trying to leave that angry man that could make in a second that they felt so bad.
Helga followed him, giving one last look to his distant father. Bob was petrified, but when he react, he was blind by the anger, took Helga by one arm, making that Arnold fell down on the floor.
"BOB! Leave me alone! Leave me!"- she started to yell histerically, trying to release of that strong hand that was hurting her. Arnold tryed to stand up, but Bob made that he stayed on the floor with one arm.
"You, pathethic orphan boy, you better remember what I said" - then he looked at Helga angrily – "And this goes to you too Olga"
"It's HELGA!" – yelled Arnold, feeling humiliated for not could do anything. Bob looked down at him and tryed to punch him, but Helga stopped his father faster.
"Arnold, go home, go! Run!"
"Helga, I cannot!"
"Arnold! Do what the heck I'm telling you!" "You have listened to her, boy, now let's go home, you are going to your room, NOW" Said Big Bob putting more pression on the hand that was taking his daughter arm. Heavily, he made her move as she tryed to put resistence, but gave up after some tries"
"Helga!!"- yelled Arnold desperately.
"Go away, Arnold!" – she yelled, looking at him one last time with a desperately expression too, on her eyes. Then she smiled at him and said in silence "I love you". He felt like falling down and said in silence too, "I love you".
Then he heard Big Bob yelling something to her and couldn't help but let go a "F***!!!". He standed up, and became his way at home.
End of Flashback.
Chapter two: "This is like a dream..."
"This is like a dream... – said Helga in a whisper – a dream that it uses to fade away when I cross the doors of my house"
"It's real, I'm real Helga, I'm here..."
"Yes, but it's almost unreal... I never thought that my desire, my wish became true, and now, we are here, loving each other, trying to be closer than close, trying to fix our lives for be finally without problems, but my parents are persons that are out of this, different kind of persons..."
"Helga..." – he said worried. Always, when she was serious he felt that she was miles away from him, that she was more mature than him, and, sometimes, it scared him. Anyway, he never talk about that with her. Sometimes, he thought that she changed faster than him, that she was growing up fast than him, and... then a little fear came across his mind, the fear that someday she won't need him anymore.
"I know... but maybe I cannot make them like I want. You cannot change people and try to make or fix them like you want, it isn't ethical, isn't it?"
He thought silent for a moment.
"Anyways, you can make them try to be better persons, and if it doesn't make sense this last time... you know... I don't really know what can we do about it..."
"We?"
He rolled his eyes and let a smile cross his face.
"Ok, you, miss. Independence"
"That's better" – she said with a smile. But gave him a long and sweet kiss on his lips.
"I need you so much...." – she said in a whisper. He put a tender side on his eyes and began to play with her hair again.
"I need you too" – he said in a whisper, closing his eyes, feeling her perfume, feeling that thing falling down inside his stomach... then the restless. Helga looked up at him with a worried expression on her eyes. They was together, but sometimes she had that fear, the fear that when she didn't have any problem he woudn't need her anymore, or find her interesting...
After the confession on the FTI building, when she was nine, a lot of things happened between them. First she denied everything in front of him, but he became closer. She just could keep her secret one more year from him. He said that he already knew that it wasn't just for the heat of the moment, and couldn't help but tell her that he felt something for her too... but both decided that they have to see what things was going on, slowly.
After some troubles, misunderstandings, desperately love confessions, plans, surprises... they became at the point that they was, at sixteen years old, together. They didn't like to tell that they was a "couple", they still wanted to be Arnold, and Helga, and he wouldn't be known just as Helga's boyfriend or viceversa. They would still be themselves, but together, feeling love for each other.
Still it was difficult sometimes, for her, to show up how she really was in front of the rest of the gang or the rest of the people in general. Sometimes she had that angryly and bully things, like sarcastic expressions, or mention ol' Betsy and the Five avengers, but it wasn't usually, and she didn't show it when she was really angry, maybe better when she was playing or laughing with their friends. She seemed relaxed, happier and she could express how sensitive she really was. Anyway, she had learn a lot with Arnold, and he had learn a lot with her too.
They were still sitting down, she was laying her head over his chest, breathing slowly, closing her eyes, leaving her problems far away. He kept his head over her, kissing her hair, touching and rubbing her arms and her fingers, starting to breathe faster.
A soft wind move the leaves of the trees, and they returned the question shining over the lamp lights of the park, like if the stars really fell down on the skies to bring hope to the lovers. They was alone in the park, and the wind brought the smell of the early spring, cool but not cold. They breath hard, and both opened her eyes slowly.
She moved her body to be eye to eye with her soulmate. It was him. She never doubt it. He looked over her eyes, feeling that he was falling on that blue and deep whater, and he just could feel love.
It was hard to breathe. No words, it wasn't necessary to say anything, just the connection of their eyes, of their souls. They wasn't even touching each other, and it seemed that they was becoming one only thing. For that, both needed to feel physically that sensation, for express with the action what was, what they felt deepdown inside, they start to breathe faster, and he put his arms around her waist. She, at the same time put hers around his neck, and they became closer. Looking at the eyes, the sof wind blowing, the moonlight, showing the silver light as a godess... and that expected kiss, longer, desperately, feeling each other closer, losing the sense of their own persons, feeling like fading away, both, just Helga and Arnold, the rest it was nothing. Kiss by kiss, their tongues mixing gently and their lips feeling the other one's soft skin, just kissing, holding each other in fact, but... it was more than that.
Closing their eyes. She felt his soft breathe on her lips at the times that they stop kissing for look at each other, and start kissing again. 'He taste like honey...' 'She taste like strawberries...'
And the passion make that the kisses became longer and faster, breathing heavily, she moaned softly, and he put her even closer, feeling her soft body agains his, and he could not love her more or desire her more.... she moaned again feeling his hair beetween her fingers...
But then...
"Little lady, you better come home. NOW." – the angry voice of a man make that they both paniked. It was Big Bob, standing there, looking at them with a hard expression. They both separated and stand up.
"B...Bob.."- she gulped nervously taking Arnold's hand in fear. He could just press her hand tightly.
"So, you little lady and you... WHAT WAS YOU DOING???"
Arnold felt rage inside and took a step torwards to Helga's father. She put an arm in front of him, warningly, not letting him do something irrational. They gave a little look at each other.
She was silently saying to him to keep still, cool. He nooded, understanding her worried expression. Helga, closed her eyes, took a deep breath and began to talk.
"Bob, he is Arnold... he's my boyfriend we was just...-
"So, he's your boyfriend, huh? And what do you make you think that I even care who is he!"- Said Bob yelling.
"You, boy... you better stay away from her, because if I see you once again with my daughter..."
"Father, I love him!" – she yelled. Arnold opened his eyes wide and could not breath.
"What?" – said Bob almost without voice.
"You cannot tell me with who I have to be, I love him, and I'm going to stay with him, see him, whenever I want! GOT IT?!" – she yelled again, feeling her face red by the anger.
"NO? Of course I can tell you what you HAVE to do, and you'd better obey me, little girl! What would it be if someone saw you, huh? What would they think??!!"
"What...what would they think?!?! Is just what you can't even imagine?!"
"Yeah, seeing the young Pataki, acting like a dirty bitch, moaning in the arms of that.. orphan boy!!"
Arnold felt the anger again and put himself beetween Helga and his father. Bob looked at him, surprised and angry at that.
"Let her alone, Mr.Pataki. You not even care about her, let her live her life!"
"No, when she lives at MY house little boy!! And who do you think you are, talking to me on that tone? You are nothing! Don't even touch my daughter again or you will regret it!"
"Mr.Pataki you cannot tell me what I have to do" – said Arnold, serious and in a calm tone.
"Come on Helga, let's go" – said Arnold taking her by the hand, trying to leave that angry man that could make in a second that they felt so bad.
Helga followed him, giving one last look to his distant father. Bob was petrified, but when he react, he was blind by the anger, took Helga by one arm, making that Arnold fell down on the floor.
"BOB! Leave me alone! Leave me!"- she started to yell histerically, trying to release of that strong hand that was hurting her. Arnold tryed to stand up, but Bob made that he stayed on the floor with one arm.
"You, pathethic orphan boy, you better remember what I said" - then he looked at Helga angrily – "And this goes to you too Olga"
"It's HELGA!" – yelled Arnold, feeling humiliated for not could do anything. Bob looked down at him and tryed to punch him, but Helga stopped his father faster.
"Arnold, go home, go! Run!"
"Helga, I cannot!"
"Arnold! Do what the heck I'm telling you!" "You have listened to her, boy, now let's go home, you are going to your room, NOW" Said Big Bob putting more pression on the hand that was taking his daughter arm. Heavily, he made her move as she tryed to put resistence, but gave up after some tries"
"Helga!!"- yelled Arnold desperately.
"Go away, Arnold!" – she yelled, looking at him one last time with a desperately expression too, on her eyes. Then she smiled at him and said in silence "I love you". He felt like falling down and said in silence too, "I love you".
Then he heard Big Bob yelling something to her and couldn't help but let go a "F***!!!". He standed up, and became his way at home.
End of Flashback.