Valentine's Day II: My Hair Is Down

Arnold Fan, you better review this one...I like e-mail, I don't know why. Anyone else reading...well, the same goes for you, too! I know it's been forever, but this story was on my dad's computer, and I've been at my mother's. So, here it is. Enjoy it!

Okay, um, I guess I'm finished. And as a note, I haven't seen the episode for this in, um, how should I say this? Three years. All I saw was the last two minutes of it! Crap!

Summary: The next day, everyone sees things on the Student Billboard, and somebody devises a plan.

Disclaimer: It is past my dinner time and I haven't eaten, the radio has nothing good on, and nobody has yet reviewed chappie two yet! Oh, and, um, Phebga's mad about no one reading her second fic. So, we are in no mood to say that we don't own Hey Arnold! *Oh, why did you have to say it? NO!* Oh, and, um, I changed Kinko's to Kenko's, al right?

I'M ADDICTED

Arnold and Gerald rushed into the school before most of the kids were there. They huffed and puffed their way to the Student Billboard . It was a big board that the kids posted notes, reminders, and flyers for local community activities on. In the middle, top, bottom, left, and right of it were bright pink and red flyers for the Valentine's Day dance. Now it was only four days until the morning before the dance. Seeing them made Arnold frown. Oh, how he wanted to find her. It ate him up inside.

Gerald saw the unusual look on the boy's face and gave him a little playful, but attention getting, push, and pointed at the stack of papers in his hand. He smiled. Arnold soon followed suit in Gerald's expression and pulled out his stack from his backpack. They began to cover other old newsletters and advertisements with this new flyer, and then continued. They crept into the office and slipped about twenty copies in each teacher's (who taught the fourth and above grades) pass-out-to-the-students' boxes, and taped them on the girls' bathroom doors, classroom doors, and over the lockers. Sure, it cost them a lot of money at Kenko's, but if it worked, Arnold would be happier than he'd ever be with Lila. Or Ruth, or Summer, or Maria, or...

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Helga walked in, playing the song "I'm With You" and "When I'm Gone" over and over in her head. She finally got an alarm clock, and it had a radio. Now the song was stuck in her head. She had been looking down at the floor as she walked in, thinking about the upcoming Valentine's Day dance for certain reasons. The noise that came from all over the school made her peek up, and then look, and then stare.

There were big pink posters everywhere, and they all had blue and red print. All over the lockers, doors, and bathroom doors, you could find them. Mostly it was girls that surrounded them, but a boy or two drifted over to see what all of the commotion was about. Well, if everyone else was looking at them and not moving when they were done, she guessed it had to be important.

She wandered over to one that was near he locker and read it:

Are You Who I'm Looking For?

I'm looking for a girl I had a lot of fun with about a year ago.

I'm looking for a girl who had dinner with me at Chez Paris.

I'm looking for a girl who I thought I'd known for a long time, but really didn't.

I'm looking for a girl with long, wavy, blond hair and blue eyes.

I'm looking for a girl between fourth and sixth grade.

I'm looking for a girl who didn't give me her name, and whom I'd like to see again.

I'm looking for a girl I can't get out of my head right now.

Are you who I'm looking for? If you are, please go to the Sunset Arms on Valentine's Day, and I'll take you to the school dance.

Helga's eyes widened. There was only one person the person who wrote this could be looking for: her. Or at least Cecile.

The person who wrote this had to be Arnold. Everyone who knew him knew it. Well, everyone also knew Gerald had to be involved with it, too. No one knew how they knew, but they did.

Helga couldn't believe it. Arnold couldn't get her out of her head! So what if it were Cecile, it was still her! And he wanted to take her to the school dance! Helga got a bit of a goofy smile on her face and stumbled a little, but she caught herself soon.

She walked into the cafeteria, the new hang out place in the mornings, and started looking for Phoebe. When she finally saw her, she raced over and called her name. She turned around and greeted Helga. "I'm about to go sit down, Helga," she said. "Come accompany me."

She joined Phoebe and the group she was with, which was Rhonda, Lila, Nadine, and the exchange student from Germany, Jenna. When she approached them, Rhonda immediately asked her, "So, have you seen them?" Apparently, she didn't need to specify.

Helga nodded. "Yeah, so what? Football Head's looking for this dumb girl who he liked last year, and he has to tell the whole world about it!"

Rhonda rolled her eyes very noticeably. She had become a lot more 'cool' and 'fashionable' over the weeks, but people who didn't like her just called it 'preppy snob development'. "Whatever." She turned back to the whole group and said, "So, does anybody have any idea who it is?" When everyone shook their head, including Helga and Phoebe, she sighed irritably. "I have three or four ideas." She pulled out a piece of paper and scrolled down it. "Jenna, was it you?"

In a slight German accent, Jenna replied, "Rhonda, I vasn't even heer laust year. How do you expet me to have been this gurl?"

Rhonda sighed once again and crossed off the name. "Lila, you?"

Lila smiled her ever-so sweet smile. "Rhonda, my answer would have to be like Jenna's: I wasn't here. Also, I don't like-like Arnold, I just like him."

Rhonda lifted her eyebrows and crossed off Lila's name. She glanced at the next one and looked across from her. "Nadine?"

Nadine just shook her head and said, "Rhonda, you were with me, Sid, and Iggy at that fest at the park that night, remember?"

Rhonda scratched out that one and looked to the next. She smirked and Helga knew what the name was. She tried to act clueless on it, though.

"Helga, what about you? You fit the description, except I've never seen your hair down all the way before."

Helga looked at her with a disgusted face. "Me? you think that I'd actually spend Valentine's Day with ARNOLD? Tsk, please!" She bent back slightly and crossed her arms.

At first, Rhonda didn't take her gaze off of her. Helga raised her eyebrow at her after a moment and Rhonda turned back to the paper. She folded it up and placed it in her purse. "I guess I'm out, huh?" She leaned over and sighed. "You know, it is pretty cool what Arnold and Gerald are doing. It's just so romantic movie, isn't it? A girl that a guy falls in love with, but it turns out she's not who she thinks she is, and when she leaves, he doesn't know her name, so he begins a search. Wouldn't it make a great movie?"

The girls began to respond, but then Arnold and Gerald walked into the room, yelling out, "Are you Cecile? Are you Cecile?"

Everyone turned toward the two best friends who were passing out flyers to all of the girls who fit the age description. When they got to Helga's table and Helga got one, Gerald whispered, "Arnold?"

He shrugged. "If she isn't her, maybe she knows her."

Gerald tried to cover up his reluctance to give Phoebe one, and it worked, relatively. They left them and moved to a table of sixth graders.

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It was recess, and Arnold was walking around with his hands in his pockets. When Gerald approached him, he asked, "Do you think this will even work, Gerald?"

Gerald put his hand on Arnold's shoulder. "Come on, man, of course it will! The person has to be in our school, and you'll find out on Valentine's Day, okay?"

Arnold nodded and sighed. "Ever since the dance came up, I haven't thought of much else except for Cecile." He pitifully looked up at Gerald. "It's like I'm addicted to her, like I can't get her out of my mind, and I'm yearning to see her again. I've never felt this way about anyone else before, and it scares me, but still, I kind of like it. I really, really like her, and one year without her has made me mad! Sure, I've had Lila and Summer and all that to take my mind off of it, but now I realize that those feelings were misguided. Wait, I realized that with Summer a long time ago. I really am obsessed, aren't I?"

Gerald leaned against the wall and was staring at Arnold. That was a very long description. "All you had to say was 'I really like Cecile and that's all I think of'. But since you talked about it for so long, I really guess you are, man."

Arnold hit his large head against the brick wall of the school and moaned. "I've been like this with seven girls now. Ruth, Connie, Lila, Summer, Ms. Felter, Hilda...um, at Arnie's house...and now Cecile." He looked down at his feet. "Help me, man." He paused and looked up at Gerald with a smirk on his face. "But not like you did with Ms. Felter, okay?"

Gerald playfully punched his friend and said, "Whatever, man. You seemed okay last time, Arnold. Just keep it cool, and you'll be fine."

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Helga jumped back around the corner when he saw Arnold and Gerald talking. She grabbed her book so tight she thought the binding would bend when she heard Arnold say that he was addicted to Helga. She thought that she would scream, run around the corner, and yell out "I'm Cecile, you love me, I'm Cecile!" He also admitted that he never had liked Lila or any of those other dorks, which made her really ecstatic.

She looked through the book she held and pulled out a student directory. She had stuffed it in there when they had given it to her because the only person she ever called, Phoebe's, phone number was memorized. But now she needed it once again.

She had never called this person on the telephone.

She turned around and slightly crept back toward the playground area.

WHEE!