A/N: You know how I said last chapter was my favorite? I lied. This one is! Thanks again for your review, Jesus Freak16. I decided this story is like so dedicated to you because...well, you read it. :) And a special thank you to last chapter's guest reviewer RuffMaster. Dude, it is so an honor! I love your fic and I was like, "Whoa. This is awesome!" :) Cookies to all! And more cookies to anyone who knows where I got this chapter's title from.
Disclaimer: Something changed. I bought a new HA! DVD. I got one that works, now.
Chapter Four: 3 Small Words
When she got home that night, it was business as usual for Helga. Miriam was passed out in the kitchen and Bob was yelling on the phone with a client.
Helga sighed, in the back of her mind wishing she could tell them. Deep down, she knew her parents loved her. The problem was they forgot to show it, or even tell her. When they noticed that she wasn't Olga's deformed shadow, they showed in their own way that they cared. They just didn't do it enough for Helga to feel that she could talk to them.
So Helga ignored them and slowly marched up the stairs to her room. Maybethey'd forget she was there...
"Hey, Olga! Get down here!" Big Bob yelled up the stairs.
"It's Helga, Dad!" she corrected as she followed orders. "H-E-L-G-"
"I know how to spell!" Big Bob snapped. "Your mother and I are taking a potential client out to dinner. You'll have to fend for yourself tonight."
Helga sighed. Of course. But at least she didn't have to spend the evening with her parents.
"Okay," Helga said. "You and Miriam have fun tonight."
She was about to go upstairs when Bob asked, "What's your angle, girl?"
Helga looked puzzled. "What are you talking about, Bob?"
"You're usually sassing me and suddenly you don't talk back? How much is this going to cost me?"
"Nothing, Bob." Helga was hoping that he'd just let it drop.
"I'm going to be late if I keep talking to you," Bob told her. "But after dinner, missie, I'm going to find out what you did."
Helga groaned. The last thing she needed was Bob prying. She decided to call Pheobe. Maybe they could have a late dinner...
Arnold smiled, proud of himself. He was sure that his plan would at least get Helga talking, and she'd start to feel better. And best of all...nobody knew what he was up to.
He had decided to take a break in the park and rest on a bench. As he did, he did a lot of thinking. He remembered how he had reacted the first time Helga said she loved him.
"I think I need to go lie down," Arnold said.
"I'll do it with you!" Helga exclaimed.
Ah, yes, he remembered now. Helga was really crazy. But, that didn't bother him as much as it might some people. Arnold had a lot of questions for her, but they'd have to wait until she would at least talk to him.
Arnold frowned. The more he thought about it, he liked the kiss on the FTi building...it was just...unexpected. And he didn't mind the Romeo and Juliet kiss...it was just...long.
Arnold wanted to talk to Helga so bad. He definitely liked her as a friend, he knew that and hoped Helga did, too. If Helga would open up more, he might start to like-like her. But love? He couldn't get his head around it. How could she be so certain? They were only nine, and that was what scared him. He didn't know why it was age alone, because he wasn't afraid of love nor was he afraid of Helga.
Arnold shook his thoughts from his head. He had to continue working on his project.
Pheobe had been more than willing to spend dinner with Helga, and the two went to a nearby pizza parlor. Though the two had been silent to this point, after ordering their piza, Pheobe decided to talk to her friend.
"Gerald is worried about you," she stated factually, as it were just that, a fact she had come across in her studies.
"So what if Tall Hair Boy is worried about me? It's no skin off my nose!" Helga replied.
Pheobe nodded. "I suppose..."
"I mean, jeesh! I never asked him to be concerned! It's not like I said, 'Geraldo, worry about me, Please?' Why should I care?"
Pheobe smiled inwardly. She owed Gerald a favor, and she knew just the one where he wouldn't ask for many details.
"Pheebs, why does it hurt so much?"
The question was whispered so softly that Pheobe almost didn't hear it, and perhaps Helga would have preferred it that way. But Pheobe's heart couldn't ignore it.
"That's something I just don't know, Helga," Pheobe replied aplogetically. "I swear on my life I'd never betray you, Helga. If you were to open up to me, maybe I could help?"
Helga just nodded. When the pizza came, the two just ate in silence.
Big Bob was waiting for Helga when she got home. She couldn't believe he wasn't watching The Wheel, but she kept that to herself.
"Just where have you been, little missie?" he demanded.
"I was eating dinner with Pheobe," Helga replied tiredly.
"What are you hiding from me, Helga Geraldine Pataki?" Bob demanded, quite annoyed.
Helga raised half of her monobrow. Most of the time he couldn't remember her first name and now he was giving her the full name call?
"Nothing," Helga groaned. "I already told you that!"
It was then another one of Helga's wishes were denied---Bob realized something was wrong. Waiting for his big "suck-it-up-you're-a-Pataki" speech, what Bob said honestly surprised her.
"You okay, girl?"
Helga smiled weakly. Her father would never know how much those three small words meant to her.
"Yeah, Dad," she replied.
They stood in silence for a few moments before Bob said, "I'm missing The Wheel. You wanna watch with me?"
Helga shook her head. "I'm going to go to bed." As Bob and Helga went their separate ways, despite the fact she had no clue as to why, Helga realized she felt the tiniest bit better.
You know the drill. One review. Oh, yeah, I forgot. More cookies all around this story has the most reviews out of any I've written ever. :)
Disclaimer: Something changed. I bought a new HA! DVD. I got one that works, now.
Chapter Four: 3 Small Words
When she got home that night, it was business as usual for Helga. Miriam was passed out in the kitchen and Bob was yelling on the phone with a client.
Helga sighed, in the back of her mind wishing she could tell them. Deep down, she knew her parents loved her. The problem was they forgot to show it, or even tell her. When they noticed that she wasn't Olga's deformed shadow, they showed in their own way that they cared. They just didn't do it enough for Helga to feel that she could talk to them.
So Helga ignored them and slowly marched up the stairs to her room. Maybethey'd forget she was there...
"Hey, Olga! Get down here!" Big Bob yelled up the stairs.
"It's Helga, Dad!" she corrected as she followed orders. "H-E-L-G-"
"I know how to spell!" Big Bob snapped. "Your mother and I are taking a potential client out to dinner. You'll have to fend for yourself tonight."
Helga sighed. Of course. But at least she didn't have to spend the evening with her parents.
"Okay," Helga said. "You and Miriam have fun tonight."
She was about to go upstairs when Bob asked, "What's your angle, girl?"
Helga looked puzzled. "What are you talking about, Bob?"
"You're usually sassing me and suddenly you don't talk back? How much is this going to cost me?"
"Nothing, Bob." Helga was hoping that he'd just let it drop.
"I'm going to be late if I keep talking to you," Bob told her. "But after dinner, missie, I'm going to find out what you did."
Helga groaned. The last thing she needed was Bob prying. She decided to call Pheobe. Maybe they could have a late dinner...
Arnold smiled, proud of himself. He was sure that his plan would at least get Helga talking, and she'd start to feel better. And best of all...nobody knew what he was up to.
He had decided to take a break in the park and rest on a bench. As he did, he did a lot of thinking. He remembered how he had reacted the first time Helga said she loved him.
"I think I need to go lie down," Arnold said.
"I'll do it with you!" Helga exclaimed.
Ah, yes, he remembered now. Helga was really crazy. But, that didn't bother him as much as it might some people. Arnold had a lot of questions for her, but they'd have to wait until she would at least talk to him.
Arnold frowned. The more he thought about it, he liked the kiss on the FTi building...it was just...unexpected. And he didn't mind the Romeo and Juliet kiss...it was just...long.
Arnold wanted to talk to Helga so bad. He definitely liked her as a friend, he knew that and hoped Helga did, too. If Helga would open up more, he might start to like-like her. But love? He couldn't get his head around it. How could she be so certain? They were only nine, and that was what scared him. He didn't know why it was age alone, because he wasn't afraid of love nor was he afraid of Helga.
Arnold shook his thoughts from his head. He had to continue working on his project.
Pheobe had been more than willing to spend dinner with Helga, and the two went to a nearby pizza parlor. Though the two had been silent to this point, after ordering their piza, Pheobe decided to talk to her friend.
"Gerald is worried about you," she stated factually, as it were just that, a fact she had come across in her studies.
"So what if Tall Hair Boy is worried about me? It's no skin off my nose!" Helga replied.
Pheobe nodded. "I suppose..."
"I mean, jeesh! I never asked him to be concerned! It's not like I said, 'Geraldo, worry about me, Please?' Why should I care?"
Pheobe smiled inwardly. She owed Gerald a favor, and she knew just the one where he wouldn't ask for many details.
"Pheebs, why does it hurt so much?"
The question was whispered so softly that Pheobe almost didn't hear it, and perhaps Helga would have preferred it that way. But Pheobe's heart couldn't ignore it.
"That's something I just don't know, Helga," Pheobe replied aplogetically. "I swear on my life I'd never betray you, Helga. If you were to open up to me, maybe I could help?"
Helga just nodded. When the pizza came, the two just ate in silence.
Big Bob was waiting for Helga when she got home. She couldn't believe he wasn't watching The Wheel, but she kept that to herself.
"Just where have you been, little missie?" he demanded.
"I was eating dinner with Pheobe," Helga replied tiredly.
"What are you hiding from me, Helga Geraldine Pataki?" Bob demanded, quite annoyed.
Helga raised half of her monobrow. Most of the time he couldn't remember her first name and now he was giving her the full name call?
"Nothing," Helga groaned. "I already told you that!"
It was then another one of Helga's wishes were denied---Bob realized something was wrong. Waiting for his big "suck-it-up-you're-a-Pataki" speech, what Bob said honestly surprised her.
"You okay, girl?"
Helga smiled weakly. Her father would never know how much those three small words meant to her.
"Yeah, Dad," she replied.
They stood in silence for a few moments before Bob said, "I'm missing The Wheel. You wanna watch with me?"
Helga shook her head. "I'm going to go to bed." As Bob and Helga went their separate ways, despite the fact she had no clue as to why, Helga realized she felt the tiniest bit better.
You know the drill. One review. Oh, yeah, I forgot. More cookies all around this story has the most reviews out of any I've written ever. :)