Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold (nothing has changed from chapter two...
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Chapter three: "Things on my mind..."
The bus stopped, as usually on the front door of the Hillway high school. A lot of students was there yet, walking, talking, laughing... their loud voices returned Helga to the reality and she stand up following her friend Phoebe to the bus door.
Sooner, she bumped into someone.
"You can't look where you put your big feet?!?!" – she yelled before she could notice who was. Of course, it was Arnold, like always. She slaped herself. "Arnold!.."
"Sorry, Helga" – he said with a worried expression on his face.
"No, I'm sorry..."
"Hey you both! Could please move yourself out of the bus?! You are blocking the way!" – said one tall boy behind them. They went quickly down the bus, letting the other teens go out. They was looking at each other not finding the words, or nothing to say.
"Hey Arnold!" – yelled Gerald who was standing out of the bus, still with the hearphones on his ears. He didn't notice what happened between Helga and Arnold, and the funny look that they was giving to him. Phoebe was just beside them, near from Helga, and gazing Gerald too, laughing softly.
"What's wrong??" – he yelled again looking at the funny faces that was just looking at him. Arnold pointed his ears. Gerald got it, and he took off the hearphones.
"Well.. so are you coming class or not? You know, geography, like every Thursday...." – started Gerald. Arnold looked at Helga, and she nodded. She check on Phoebe that was beside them.
"Come on, Pheebs, let's go to our lockers... – she looked once again at Arnold- "see ya later, guys..."
Phoebe and Helga made their way together to the lockers while Arnold and Gerald made their way to their class. Geography, the ones that they was in separated classes.
"So, what's up with you and Helga, man?" – asked Gerald when they found their sits.
"What's.. up?... what do you mean?"
"Well, I really can't undestand why you accept that she actually still call you names sometimes, and no act like the other couples... do you really like to be like hiding?" Arnold rolled his eyes. Gerald couldn't understand Helga, he knew it. Anyway, Helga was just so open with him. Of course, with the years she was talking a little bit more, but actually not enough, so it was normal that his best friend, who only felt the bully part of Helga, who didn't felt any hided side an personality, didn't understant why Arnold was with her. He saw him in love, so he didn't still fight to make that he thought about being with Helga, but even...
"Well, Gerald, I'm fine with that"
"Fine...?"
"Is no big deal, I know her and..."
"Yes, I already know this stuff about that you know her and..."
"Ok, Gerald I don't want to start arguing again about this, just accept it, I'm with her, I'm fine, we are in love, it's the only important thing" – said Arnold with a tired voice. Gerald gave up. Anyway the geography teacher came on the class and started with the lesson. Everybody took their books and started writing and listening. The time passed slowly while their teacher was explaining something about clima, wheather on the different world zones...
Arnold, who usually was paying all his attention to all classes, couldn't get his concentration for this one. He couldn't stop thinking about Helga ans his father, about the things that they have talk yesterday, and how she left, by his father's angry determination... And yet, he couldn't really do anything, Helga told him that she was trying to solve this problems by herself... but he was still worried. Come on, they didn't listen to her before, now they wasn't going to do it anyway. Sigh. Then he thought about the way she looked yesterday, the way that they was resting out there, with that perfect night, and... her kisses... softly, passionate, making all that energy flows... ooh... he desired her! He wanted to feel her even close, never leave her, and not let that anything and anyone could hurt her...
"Arnold?"
He jumped on his seat, feeling his cheeks burning. The teacher and all his classmates was just looking at him with a funny expression on their eyes.
"Arnold would you have the honor to tell us what was the answer of the blackboard's question?" - said the teacher with a cold expression on his eyes. He gazed at the blackboard looking for the answer, but there was nothing on it.
"mm... sir, there's no question to answer on the blackboard...." – he gulped nervous. Mr. Shirebourg wasn't the best teacher to be absent.
"That's a good answer, Arnold, but not the one that I was expecting... there WAS a question on the blackboard that we was discussin here, but it seems that you was miles away from class..."
"I'm sorry Mr.Shirebourgh, I was a little bit absent..."
"Of course you was, but that's not the point. You will meet me at the end of the classes this afternoon, Arnold, no excuses."
"But sir..."
"No excuses"
The class left a soft laugh, and turned their gaze to the blackboard. Gerald looked at him with a comforting smile, and Arnold felt better. He wanted to meet Helga after classes to talk about yesterday... but he could catch her later...
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"Fine, read the next chapter and next week we'll discuss it here... be prepared because I will ask you, and you better know how question I'm asking... that goes for you too, Arnold, don't remember our meeting after classes...." – said Mr. Shirebourg, giving a warning look to Arnold. He nodded silent and closed his eyes.
"Oh, man!" – said Gerald when the teacher was out – "You have a really bad luck! Today it was the worst day to mess with him!"
"Why today is worst than other days to "mess" with him, Gerald? He's always like that..."
"You don't know about it?"
"Nope.."
"Well he's going to divorce from his wife, pretty sad..."
"Oh... I didn't.."
"Yeah, that's clear..." Arnold sighed again shaking his head. Then, two soft hands covered his eyes. He smiled.
"Arnold, come on..." – whispered Helga on his ear with a seductive tone on her voice. He felt like his stomach was fainting. He took her hands gently and rubbed her fingers with a goofy smile on his face. She put a tender side on her eyes, and kissed him on his cheek softly.
Without leaving her hand she let her sit next to him. She looked at him, finding herself lost in his green eyes...
"Come on! That's enough!" – said Ronda who was standing behind them. They both felt like pulled apart from a dream and couldn't help but look behind them.
"Yeah! You both! I thought that your "love story" was just a gossip and nothing serious... that's too much! I mean, we are in high school, nothing like that is supposed to be serious...!"
Arnold raised one eyebrow and looked at her sceptically. Helga reacted first.
"Well, what's up to you princess? Let us do what we want, I think you have enough with your life to mess with the other one's..." – said Helga pointing with her head at the back of the class.
"What do you mean..." – said Ronda losing a little bit of security on her tone. On the back of the class there was Lila talking very close with Ronda's boyfriend, Lorenzo, rubbing his hair and looking at him with half lidded eyes.
"Oh! Come on! She again!" – spatted Ronda furious. "Hey Lila! Get a life!" - Lila made a fake expression of surprise, smiling evily and resting one hand on Lorenzo's table, and the other one on her waist.
Arnold and Helga laughed amused. Then, she pointed at the other obvious couple. It was Phoebe and Gerald, he smiled widely. They was going slowly, but everybody knew that they was together, or that they liked each other very much. Helga was smiling too, feeling happy for her best friend Phoebe. Before she could felt jelous, but now she was doing it better, and she just felt happy for her. Arnold rubbed her fingers softly, feeling that desire, expressing it on his eyes. She felt it, and her cheeks started to burn.
"Ok, guys, please, sit down!" – said Ms. Finn, the history teacher, who entered at the class bringing her heavy books and the large maps. They looked at each other, understanding, her cheeks still red and his eyes full of passion.
It was strange... on the morning they was acting like strangers, shyly on the bus, and now, with one look they could feel all this power and connection...
But the lesson started and a new history project was assigned to everybody. That year was a hard one, serious and hard teachers, no one allowed a distraction, and made no exceptions with anyone. Helga was working, writing fast on her papers, gazing Arnold's movements in silence. How could she tell him about her father... about the way he reacted yesterday when they arrived at home. She wouldn't let that his own father brake that hope, not destroy anything that was making her happy. But, yesterday she had a real panic and fear. Fear from her father and his angry rage, unfair, not listening to her, not even caring about what she could feel or think or desire. She let a soft sigh out moving her head left to right. What could she do? When someone don't wanna listen to you, what you are supposed to do, to make him understand? How could she make real what she felt for Arnold, so real that stopped her father blindness, make him understand, she had to make that he could understand. But once again... how?
Arnold gazed at her. She seemed miles away again, worried expression on her eyes.. but still writing? He blowed wind to her, making her hair move. She seemed to return, and smiled at him sweetely. She felt strong then... he deserved that she fight for it, he deserved that she do her best. She smiled again, and then, trying to remember about was the history project looked down at the paper and could see that she has wrote what she was thinking about. She kept the paper on her folder, took another one and started once again.
At the end of the classes, Arnold went fast to catch Helga. He took her by the waist and felt that she jumped a little bit. Then she turned to him slowly. She took his hand slowly, watching him right on the eyes as he felt himself falling down. They was so close, rubbing their fingers, and feeling this funny feeling on their stomachs, but...
"Ehem... Arnold.?" – they heard Gerald who was with Phoebe just behinf them. They pulled apart disappointed.
"What do you want, Gerald?" – said Arnold with patience.
"Oh, nothing, just remember you, before we couldn't separe you both, your little "date""
"Date??" – said Helga raising one eyebrow. Arnold then remembered Mr. Shirebourgh. He closed his eyes with a sick expression on his face.
"Mr. Shirebourg gave me dettention today...." – said Arnold with sad eyes rubbing Helga's cheeks. She softened her expression.
"I can wait for you in the library..."
"You would do that?" – said Arnold with widened eyes.
"Oh, come on!!" – said Gerald rolling his eyes – "You both are sweeter than sweet!!"
They made a weak smile. Phoebe, then, took Gerald's hand.
"We better go home then" – said the little (now, not so little) japanese girl, with a calm and soft tone. Gerald said goodbye and they both left.
"Ok, so, hurry because I will wait for you... but not for so long..." – whispered Helga on his ear. He felt a shiver down his spine. Then, giving her a soft and slow kiss, he left to find Mr.Shirebourg.
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Ok! So here is next chapter, I know it took a little bit, but I use to make that stories go a little bit slowly, that it seems that nothing is really interesting, but believe me, anything can be a clue for later.
Thanks to all who was rewiewed my story by now ( well this ALL seems that is a lot of people, just three anyway, but are a really good ones, and I'm glad that they read it, so...) :
Tinánia Legolinde : Thanks to rewiew! I think I used a lot of "can't" this time and less "cannot", but thanks for say it, really ;) I heard that you like Orlando Bloom.... mh mh, nice choice, Legolas ;) I'd rather Frodo, but hey! Legolas is my second favourite one. It was a shame that your mother make you take off all the posters, but is nice that you be understandable with her. I hope to read a story soon from you on Hey Arnold section ;)
Cassbball9797: Thank you!!! You know I'm a fan from your store and the way you write ( I have to confess *blushing* that if I have doubts I check on your senteces to look if mine don't sound too much weird ). Thank you to rewiew, really, and for helping me with the grammar too! The idea will be developped on the next chapters, I don't wanna get all the focus on Helga and Arnold relationship, but I like to make that all the details be important, just taking the hand of the person you love, can make you feel the world!
PopStarOE: Thanks to you too to rewiew this chapters!!! But don't feel obligated to rewiew just because I use to rewiew your stories, I do it because I like them, and because I think that you have a great potential, that's all. If I have doubts on the grammar, don't have any doubt, I count on you!
Thank you all, you are so great guys ^_^ ( I think I'm going to cry)... ehem.. soooooo Do you have any ideas for that story? Things that you will change, things that you will make that it happen, don't be shy!! Feel free to say whatever you want about it. I will post soon.
Yours, Estel Fugaç.
One last thing: I suggest you songs like: Signs of love from Moby, or Amaral (spanish singer, pretty good one) for my stories.
Chapter three: "Things on my mind..."
The bus stopped, as usually on the front door of the Hillway high school. A lot of students was there yet, walking, talking, laughing... their loud voices returned Helga to the reality and she stand up following her friend Phoebe to the bus door.
Sooner, she bumped into someone.
"You can't look where you put your big feet?!?!" – she yelled before she could notice who was. Of course, it was Arnold, like always. She slaped herself. "Arnold!.."
"Sorry, Helga" – he said with a worried expression on his face.
"No, I'm sorry..."
"Hey you both! Could please move yourself out of the bus?! You are blocking the way!" – said one tall boy behind them. They went quickly down the bus, letting the other teens go out. They was looking at each other not finding the words, or nothing to say.
"Hey Arnold!" – yelled Gerald who was standing out of the bus, still with the hearphones on his ears. He didn't notice what happened between Helga and Arnold, and the funny look that they was giving to him. Phoebe was just beside them, near from Helga, and gazing Gerald too, laughing softly.
"What's wrong??" – he yelled again looking at the funny faces that was just looking at him. Arnold pointed his ears. Gerald got it, and he took off the hearphones.
"Well.. so are you coming class or not? You know, geography, like every Thursday...." – started Gerald. Arnold looked at Helga, and she nodded. She check on Phoebe that was beside them.
"Come on, Pheebs, let's go to our lockers... – she looked once again at Arnold- "see ya later, guys..."
Phoebe and Helga made their way together to the lockers while Arnold and Gerald made their way to their class. Geography, the ones that they was in separated classes.
"So, what's up with you and Helga, man?" – asked Gerald when they found their sits.
"What's.. up?... what do you mean?"
"Well, I really can't undestand why you accept that she actually still call you names sometimes, and no act like the other couples... do you really like to be like hiding?" Arnold rolled his eyes. Gerald couldn't understand Helga, he knew it. Anyway, Helga was just so open with him. Of course, with the years she was talking a little bit more, but actually not enough, so it was normal that his best friend, who only felt the bully part of Helga, who didn't felt any hided side an personality, didn't understant why Arnold was with her. He saw him in love, so he didn't still fight to make that he thought about being with Helga, but even...
"Well, Gerald, I'm fine with that"
"Fine...?"
"Is no big deal, I know her and..."
"Yes, I already know this stuff about that you know her and..."
"Ok, Gerald I don't want to start arguing again about this, just accept it, I'm with her, I'm fine, we are in love, it's the only important thing" – said Arnold with a tired voice. Gerald gave up. Anyway the geography teacher came on the class and started with the lesson. Everybody took their books and started writing and listening. The time passed slowly while their teacher was explaining something about clima, wheather on the different world zones...
Arnold, who usually was paying all his attention to all classes, couldn't get his concentration for this one. He couldn't stop thinking about Helga ans his father, about the things that they have talk yesterday, and how she left, by his father's angry determination... And yet, he couldn't really do anything, Helga told him that she was trying to solve this problems by herself... but he was still worried. Come on, they didn't listen to her before, now they wasn't going to do it anyway. Sigh. Then he thought about the way she looked yesterday, the way that they was resting out there, with that perfect night, and... her kisses... softly, passionate, making all that energy flows... ooh... he desired her! He wanted to feel her even close, never leave her, and not let that anything and anyone could hurt her...
"Arnold?"
He jumped on his seat, feeling his cheeks burning. The teacher and all his classmates was just looking at him with a funny expression on their eyes.
"Arnold would you have the honor to tell us what was the answer of the blackboard's question?" - said the teacher with a cold expression on his eyes. He gazed at the blackboard looking for the answer, but there was nothing on it.
"mm... sir, there's no question to answer on the blackboard...." – he gulped nervous. Mr. Shirebourg wasn't the best teacher to be absent.
"That's a good answer, Arnold, but not the one that I was expecting... there WAS a question on the blackboard that we was discussin here, but it seems that you was miles away from class..."
"I'm sorry Mr.Shirebourgh, I was a little bit absent..."
"Of course you was, but that's not the point. You will meet me at the end of the classes this afternoon, Arnold, no excuses."
"But sir..."
"No excuses"
The class left a soft laugh, and turned their gaze to the blackboard. Gerald looked at him with a comforting smile, and Arnold felt better. He wanted to meet Helga after classes to talk about yesterday... but he could catch her later...
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"Fine, read the next chapter and next week we'll discuss it here... be prepared because I will ask you, and you better know how question I'm asking... that goes for you too, Arnold, don't remember our meeting after classes...." – said Mr. Shirebourg, giving a warning look to Arnold. He nodded silent and closed his eyes.
"Oh, man!" – said Gerald when the teacher was out – "You have a really bad luck! Today it was the worst day to mess with him!"
"Why today is worst than other days to "mess" with him, Gerald? He's always like that..."
"You don't know about it?"
"Nope.."
"Well he's going to divorce from his wife, pretty sad..."
"Oh... I didn't.."
"Yeah, that's clear..." Arnold sighed again shaking his head. Then, two soft hands covered his eyes. He smiled.
"Arnold, come on..." – whispered Helga on his ear with a seductive tone on her voice. He felt like his stomach was fainting. He took her hands gently and rubbed her fingers with a goofy smile on his face. She put a tender side on her eyes, and kissed him on his cheek softly.
Without leaving her hand she let her sit next to him. She looked at him, finding herself lost in his green eyes...
"Come on! That's enough!" – said Ronda who was standing behind them. They both felt like pulled apart from a dream and couldn't help but look behind them.
"Yeah! You both! I thought that your "love story" was just a gossip and nothing serious... that's too much! I mean, we are in high school, nothing like that is supposed to be serious...!"
Arnold raised one eyebrow and looked at her sceptically. Helga reacted first.
"Well, what's up to you princess? Let us do what we want, I think you have enough with your life to mess with the other one's..." – said Helga pointing with her head at the back of the class.
"What do you mean..." – said Ronda losing a little bit of security on her tone. On the back of the class there was Lila talking very close with Ronda's boyfriend, Lorenzo, rubbing his hair and looking at him with half lidded eyes.
"Oh! Come on! She again!" – spatted Ronda furious. "Hey Lila! Get a life!" - Lila made a fake expression of surprise, smiling evily and resting one hand on Lorenzo's table, and the other one on her waist.
Arnold and Helga laughed amused. Then, she pointed at the other obvious couple. It was Phoebe and Gerald, he smiled widely. They was going slowly, but everybody knew that they was together, or that they liked each other very much. Helga was smiling too, feeling happy for her best friend Phoebe. Before she could felt jelous, but now she was doing it better, and she just felt happy for her. Arnold rubbed her fingers softly, feeling that desire, expressing it on his eyes. She felt it, and her cheeks started to burn.
"Ok, guys, please, sit down!" – said Ms. Finn, the history teacher, who entered at the class bringing her heavy books and the large maps. They looked at each other, understanding, her cheeks still red and his eyes full of passion.
It was strange... on the morning they was acting like strangers, shyly on the bus, and now, with one look they could feel all this power and connection...
But the lesson started and a new history project was assigned to everybody. That year was a hard one, serious and hard teachers, no one allowed a distraction, and made no exceptions with anyone. Helga was working, writing fast on her papers, gazing Arnold's movements in silence. How could she tell him about her father... about the way he reacted yesterday when they arrived at home. She wouldn't let that his own father brake that hope, not destroy anything that was making her happy. But, yesterday she had a real panic and fear. Fear from her father and his angry rage, unfair, not listening to her, not even caring about what she could feel or think or desire. She let a soft sigh out moving her head left to right. What could she do? When someone don't wanna listen to you, what you are supposed to do, to make him understand? How could she make real what she felt for Arnold, so real that stopped her father blindness, make him understand, she had to make that he could understand. But once again... how?
Arnold gazed at her. She seemed miles away again, worried expression on her eyes.. but still writing? He blowed wind to her, making her hair move. She seemed to return, and smiled at him sweetely. She felt strong then... he deserved that she fight for it, he deserved that she do her best. She smiled again, and then, trying to remember about was the history project looked down at the paper and could see that she has wrote what she was thinking about. She kept the paper on her folder, took another one and started once again.
At the end of the classes, Arnold went fast to catch Helga. He took her by the waist and felt that she jumped a little bit. Then she turned to him slowly. She took his hand slowly, watching him right on the eyes as he felt himself falling down. They was so close, rubbing their fingers, and feeling this funny feeling on their stomachs, but...
"Ehem... Arnold.?" – they heard Gerald who was with Phoebe just behinf them. They pulled apart disappointed.
"What do you want, Gerald?" – said Arnold with patience.
"Oh, nothing, just remember you, before we couldn't separe you both, your little "date""
"Date??" – said Helga raising one eyebrow. Arnold then remembered Mr. Shirebourgh. He closed his eyes with a sick expression on his face.
"Mr. Shirebourg gave me dettention today...." – said Arnold with sad eyes rubbing Helga's cheeks. She softened her expression.
"I can wait for you in the library..."
"You would do that?" – said Arnold with widened eyes.
"Oh, come on!!" – said Gerald rolling his eyes – "You both are sweeter than sweet!!"
They made a weak smile. Phoebe, then, took Gerald's hand.
"We better go home then" – said the little (now, not so little) japanese girl, with a calm and soft tone. Gerald said goodbye and they both left.
"Ok, so, hurry because I will wait for you... but not for so long..." – whispered Helga on his ear. He felt a shiver down his spine. Then, giving her a soft and slow kiss, he left to find Mr.Shirebourg.
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Ok! So here is next chapter, I know it took a little bit, but I use to make that stories go a little bit slowly, that it seems that nothing is really interesting, but believe me, anything can be a clue for later.
Thanks to all who was rewiewed my story by now ( well this ALL seems that is a lot of people, just three anyway, but are a really good ones, and I'm glad that they read it, so...) :
Tinánia Legolinde : Thanks to rewiew! I think I used a lot of "can't" this time and less "cannot", but thanks for say it, really ;) I heard that you like Orlando Bloom.... mh mh, nice choice, Legolas ;) I'd rather Frodo, but hey! Legolas is my second favourite one. It was a shame that your mother make you take off all the posters, but is nice that you be understandable with her. I hope to read a story soon from you on Hey Arnold section ;)
Cassbball9797: Thank you!!! You know I'm a fan from your store and the way you write ( I have to confess *blushing* that if I have doubts I check on your senteces to look if mine don't sound too much weird ). Thank you to rewiew, really, and for helping me with the grammar too! The idea will be developped on the next chapters, I don't wanna get all the focus on Helga and Arnold relationship, but I like to make that all the details be important, just taking the hand of the person you love, can make you feel the world!
PopStarOE: Thanks to you too to rewiew this chapters!!! But don't feel obligated to rewiew just because I use to rewiew your stories, I do it because I like them, and because I think that you have a great potential, that's all. If I have doubts on the grammar, don't have any doubt, I count on you!
Thank you all, you are so great guys ^_^ ( I think I'm going to cry)... ehem.. soooooo Do you have any ideas for that story? Things that you will change, things that you will make that it happen, don't be shy!! Feel free to say whatever you want about it. I will post soon.
Yours, Estel Fugaç.
One last thing: I suggest you songs like: Signs of love from Moby, or Amaral (spanish singer, pretty good one) for my stories.