A/N: I'd like to thank my reviewers! Jesus Freak16, hollypotter52...you guys rule. So here it is, Chapter 3. Of note this is my least and most favorite chapter. Least because I think it's corny. Most because it guest stars my alter ego (inside joke) Dr. Bliss. :)And, as always, one review. And I'll try to update faster (I'm going to type up the rest of the story tonight so all I have to do is post). So leave me them reviews. :)
Disclaimer: My HA! The Movie DVD doesn't even play, remember?
Chapter Three: The Bigger They Are...
Arnold didn't know how to process all he had been given in the past week. Helga loved him--but Arnold was only her friend, maybe. Okay, so the real reason she did nice things for him sometimes was because she loved him. But why did she do the mean things? And how could she have a crush on him for fully two-thirds of their lives?
The only thing evident to Arnold at this time was that he needed to talk to Helga.
But she wouldn't have it. He tried to call her, but she hung up on him before he could say, "Hey, Helga, it's--". So he tried to go to her house, but Miriam insisted Helga wasn't home. Arnold gave in, figuring if Helga wanted to talk to him, she would.
But he couldn't help but hope that would be sooner than later.
Helga walked slowly to class and slumped in her seat, as per usual these days. Helga caught a glace of the Football Head looking at her, and she slumped further down.
It wasn't fair! Why wouldn't he let her forget? Why did he always have to look so pitiful and serve as a constant reminder? It was torture.
Helga didn't know if she could take much more of this hurt. She had to do something...and soon.
But Helga had to wonder--what could she do?
Just then, Mr. Simmons entered the classroom and looked straight at the top of Helga's head.
"Helga, can you come up here, please?" he requsted.
Sighing, Helga did as she was told. "Dr. Bliss is here today," Mr. Simmons said quietly, taking her aside. "I think maybe you should pop in and pay her a visit."
Helga raised half of her monobrow quizzically and Mr. Simmons further explained, "It's just that you haven't been your special self lately and I thought maybe if you spoke with someone, you might feel beter."
Helga shrugged as the teacher wrote her a pass. It was no skin off her nose...
Dr. Bliss looked at her notes, trying ot decide who's class she might observe today, when there was a soft knock at her door.
Looking up, she called "Come in!"
Slowly, the door opened, revealing a girl in a familiar pink dress with matching bow in her pigtails.
"Helga!" Dr. Bliss replied, pleasantly surprised. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Helga shut the door behind her. "Mr. Simmons says I'm not being my 'special' self," Helga replied normally.
Dr. Bliss stood at her desk. "Where would you like to sit?"
"The couch is fine," Helga grumbled.
Dr. Bliss nodded as she sat in the big chair and Helga sat on the couch. "Why would Mr. Simmons think you're not being yourself?"
Helga shurgged. "I don't know. I'm not the guy."
Dr. Bliss sighed to herself. Helga was going to be difficult--but she didn't mind the challenge.
"Okay, Helga. Has anyone else expressed concern about your behavior?"
"No," Helga said, her voice caught. Quickly, Helga turned her head away from the doctor.
"Anything you want to ge off your midn, Helga?"
Silence. "Helga, you know anything you tell me will stay between us."
Helga mumbled something. "Pardon?"
Helga sighed. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Helga, I hear your anger--" Dr. Bliss started.
Helga turned back to the doctor, tears streaming down her face. "I'm not angry!" Helga snapped. "I'm just annoyed and frustrated and everyone wants to talk about something I'd rather forget--and..."
Helga's voice caught as she started to sob. "I can't," she finished, her voice much softer.
Dr. Bliss immediately tried to comfort Helga, and as she did she couldn't help hearing a nearly inaudible, "Two-thirds of my life..."
At lunchtime, Arnold asked to talk to Pheobe.
"Great, leave me here with Tall Hair Boy, whydoncha?" Helga asked, though it didn't have it's full bite.
Pheobe smiled at her friend before walking off with Arnold.
"So, what's eating you?" Gerald asked.
"Nothing, Geraldo," Helga answered.
Gerald raised an eyebrow. "I can tell," he replied sarcastically.
"I'm not in the mood," Helga replied. She had nothing else to say on the matter.
Gerald just stared at her. "Call me crazy, Helga, but sometimes I think that Arnold's right about you."
Helga bit her lip. "Oh, what do you know?" Helga sighed.
Meanwhile, Arnold and Pheobe were having their own conversation.
"She won't talk to me, Pheobe," Arnold sighed. "How can I help her if she avoids me?"
"Arnold, what are your exact feelings for Helga?" Pheobe demanded.
Arnold took a deep breath. "I don't love her," Arnold said. "But I do care about her. I want to help her, Pheobe."
Pheobe smiled. "And I'm sure you can. If only there was a way to show her it won't hurt forever."
Arnold smiled to himself. "Pheobe, I think I have an idea! I have to show Helga heartbreak will go away! I'll find people who've had their hearts broken and got over it! Maybe they could convince Helga it won't last!"
"I don't know..I know Helga, and she wouldn't want people to know how she feels," Pheobe said.
Arnold thought for a moment. "Maybe they won't hve to know."
You know the drill.
Disclaimer: My HA! The Movie DVD doesn't even play, remember?
Chapter Three: The Bigger They Are...
Arnold didn't know how to process all he had been given in the past week. Helga loved him--but Arnold was only her friend, maybe. Okay, so the real reason she did nice things for him sometimes was because she loved him. But why did she do the mean things? And how could she have a crush on him for fully two-thirds of their lives?
The only thing evident to Arnold at this time was that he needed to talk to Helga.
But she wouldn't have it. He tried to call her, but she hung up on him before he could say, "Hey, Helga, it's--". So he tried to go to her house, but Miriam insisted Helga wasn't home. Arnold gave in, figuring if Helga wanted to talk to him, she would.
But he couldn't help but hope that would be sooner than later.
Helga walked slowly to class and slumped in her seat, as per usual these days. Helga caught a glace of the Football Head looking at her, and she slumped further down.
It wasn't fair! Why wouldn't he let her forget? Why did he always have to look so pitiful and serve as a constant reminder? It was torture.
Helga didn't know if she could take much more of this hurt. She had to do something...and soon.
But Helga had to wonder--what could she do?
Just then, Mr. Simmons entered the classroom and looked straight at the top of Helga's head.
"Helga, can you come up here, please?" he requsted.
Sighing, Helga did as she was told. "Dr. Bliss is here today," Mr. Simmons said quietly, taking her aside. "I think maybe you should pop in and pay her a visit."
Helga raised half of her monobrow quizzically and Mr. Simmons further explained, "It's just that you haven't been your special self lately and I thought maybe if you spoke with someone, you might feel beter."
Helga shrugged as the teacher wrote her a pass. It was no skin off her nose...
Dr. Bliss looked at her notes, trying ot decide who's class she might observe today, when there was a soft knock at her door.
Looking up, she called "Come in!"
Slowly, the door opened, revealing a girl in a familiar pink dress with matching bow in her pigtails.
"Helga!" Dr. Bliss replied, pleasantly surprised. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Helga shut the door behind her. "Mr. Simmons says I'm not being my 'special' self," Helga replied normally.
Dr. Bliss stood at her desk. "Where would you like to sit?"
"The couch is fine," Helga grumbled.
Dr. Bliss nodded as she sat in the big chair and Helga sat on the couch. "Why would Mr. Simmons think you're not being yourself?"
Helga shurgged. "I don't know. I'm not the guy."
Dr. Bliss sighed to herself. Helga was going to be difficult--but she didn't mind the challenge.
"Okay, Helga. Has anyone else expressed concern about your behavior?"
"No," Helga said, her voice caught. Quickly, Helga turned her head away from the doctor.
"Anything you want to ge off your midn, Helga?"
Silence. "Helga, you know anything you tell me will stay between us."
Helga mumbled something. "Pardon?"
Helga sighed. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Helga, I hear your anger--" Dr. Bliss started.
Helga turned back to the doctor, tears streaming down her face. "I'm not angry!" Helga snapped. "I'm just annoyed and frustrated and everyone wants to talk about something I'd rather forget--and..."
Helga's voice caught as she started to sob. "I can't," she finished, her voice much softer.
Dr. Bliss immediately tried to comfort Helga, and as she did she couldn't help hearing a nearly inaudible, "Two-thirds of my life..."
At lunchtime, Arnold asked to talk to Pheobe.
"Great, leave me here with Tall Hair Boy, whydoncha?" Helga asked, though it didn't have it's full bite.
Pheobe smiled at her friend before walking off with Arnold.
"So, what's eating you?" Gerald asked.
"Nothing, Geraldo," Helga answered.
Gerald raised an eyebrow. "I can tell," he replied sarcastically.
"I'm not in the mood," Helga replied. She had nothing else to say on the matter.
Gerald just stared at her. "Call me crazy, Helga, but sometimes I think that Arnold's right about you."
Helga bit her lip. "Oh, what do you know?" Helga sighed.
Meanwhile, Arnold and Pheobe were having their own conversation.
"She won't talk to me, Pheobe," Arnold sighed. "How can I help her if she avoids me?"
"Arnold, what are your exact feelings for Helga?" Pheobe demanded.
Arnold took a deep breath. "I don't love her," Arnold said. "But I do care about her. I want to help her, Pheobe."
Pheobe smiled. "And I'm sure you can. If only there was a way to show her it won't hurt forever."
Arnold smiled to himself. "Pheobe, I think I have an idea! I have to show Helga heartbreak will go away! I'll find people who've had their hearts broken and got over it! Maybe they could convince Helga it won't last!"
"I don't know..I know Helga, and she wouldn't want people to know how she feels," Pheobe said.
Arnold thought for a moment. "Maybe they won't hve to know."
You know the drill.