Author's Note- tear...only two reviews...I mourn, I weep, I perish. The
horror...the horror. Oh well...like goes on. Well, for those of you who do
read my story here is another chappy. This is one that starts the romance
part of my story...which personally I don't think I am too great at but oh
well. Oh and that holiday I talk about...I have no idea which one it is...I
just needed a reason to have a dance on a Thursday. Well, I will be here.
Don't be afraid to e-mail or im me. I get bored really easily. Talk to
yall later.
Nony- haha...I am actually quite a good writer? What did you think I wasn't? haha...jk. And for another week or so I will be posting everyday unless the document manager isn't working like on Sunday. I will be busy after this week but I will try my hardest to post everyday anyways. Like I have said before, I am a few chapters ahead. Thanks for reading and reviewing so much!
Ari-Griffin –Why thank you so much for reading my story! You are too kind. (
Ok, reviews would be greatly appreciated and I thank the people that are reviewing and the people that are reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! But I do own ...crap...I don't own anything...you know this disclaimer always depresses me. sigh oh well
Helga trudged through the day.
-So much homework so little time. Wait...CRIMINEY! Who put this sign here? Of all places why were they compelled to put one on my locker?
Helga was frustrated that locker had become a billboard for a school dance. She read it once over before ripping it off her locker.
COME TO THE DANCE! Thursday 7:30 in the Gym Celebrate the Holiday! Have a good time with your friends and dance the night away
Helga was considered it for a second. She thought to herself. I could make fun of all the horrible dancers. Hhhhmmmmm...this dance could be fun after all!
She grabbed her books from her locker and went for the door. As she was walking out she spotted Arnold alone at his locker.
-Hey Hair Boy.
=Oh! Hi Helga! How was your day?
-Boring, tedious, annoying, depressing. I am so glad I came back to school.
=I'm sorry Helga. I don't know if it matters but I missed you Helga and I am glad you are back.
-Whatever Football head. Well, I better get going. I have homework up the wazoo.
=Okay Helga. Wait! Are you going to the dance on Friday?
-Maybe. Why?
=Well I just thought it would be nice to see you there.
-Well don't bet your money on it. I am still on the fence.
=Okay Helga. Talk to you tomorrow. -see ya
Helga was definitely going to the dance now. No way would she miss an opportunity to see Arnold. All the way home she grinned to herself. She couldn't wait 2 days for the dance. She wanted to go right then and there. But yet again, fate was cruel, at least at the moment.
To her surprise the days went by fast and it was already Friday. She decided to wear something different so she slipped on a pair of jean and a pink shirt. She was determined to have fun. She had forgotten about her mom and her father at least for the moment and wasn't going to think of them for a while. Nothing would ruin her night. Helga went to open the door when her sister called her from the kitchen.
Baby sister! I need to talk to you.
Ever since she moved back to New York she had gotten much closer to Olga, but she still didn't want to diverge her mind from the dance.
-I'll talk to you when I get home.
Helga opened and closed the door behind her extremely fast so she didn't hear what Olga said after. Phoebe was already on her stoop when she exited the house.
Hello Helga. My you look nice.
-It is just a pair of jeans Pheebs. It ain't that big of a deal.
Sorry Helga. It was just a compliment.
-Well I don't need any compliments.
Helga actually enjoyed the compliment very much. She wanted to look nice. She wanted Arnold to notice her. Even though Helga knew that Arnold would never and could never like her more than as a friend she still always had that hope in the back of her mind that maybe, just maybe, he did like her.
They arrived to the day at 7:45. The gym was crowded but it wasn't horribly crowed. As soon as she walked in her eyes fell upon Arnold. He was talking with Gerald about something and they were both laughing. As soon as Arnold saw Helga he gave a slight smile and waved to her. Before she could even think what to do she was waving back.
Helga and Phoebe walked over to the side of the room where some chair sat. They sat and talked for a while about school and food and the few random kids spastically dancing in the middle of the gym.
One of particular memory was Eugene. She was doing a lame attempt of Michael Jackson's "Thriller" video. It looked like he had ants on him and he was dancing them off when all the sudden he did a moon walk right into Wolfgang, who in turn pushed him right into a punch bowl.
Then all the sudden the music changed into a slow song. All the bouncing heads stopped and couples started to conjugate and start swaying on the dance floor.
-Oh brother
Helga hated seeing her fellow students go all mushy. It made her sick to her stomach.
Gerald came over to them.
Hi Helga. Hi Phoebe. Um...Phoebe, Would you like to dance?
Helga is that okay with you.
-Criminey like I care!
Helga watched as Gerald took Phoebe out on the dance floor and then wrapped his arms around her. She felt a little sad. Deep down she did want to be held like that, but she would never let it show. She just quietly thought to herself If Only.
=Hi Helga.
Helga was brought out of her dream world with a jolt. There Arnold was, sitting where Phoebe had been just a minute ago.
-Oh. Hi Arnold.
She didn't feel like being mean at the moment. She felt she could trust Arnold and that she didn't have to put up her front at the moment. She would be nice. But if he ever told anyone there would be a round of Old Betsy sandwiches for everyone.
=Don't Gerald and Phoebe look so cute together? I really wish they would just go out and get it over with.
-Yeah. Phoebe seems really happy.
=Would you like to dance?
Helga couldn't breathe. What did he say? Did he say what I think he said?
Helga slowly nodded not really sure what was going on.
Arnold took her hand and led her out on the dance floor. They turned to face each other and she put her arms around his neck. As he put his arms around her torso she could help but smile. There he was. She could feel the warmth of the back of his neck. How good it felt to be in his arms. She thought to herself that this might be heaven. She looked deep into Arnold's eyes. She lost all control. She was so caught up in her fantasy come true that she didn't know what she was saying.
-Arnold
=Yes Helga.
-You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Thank you for everything Arnold. I like like you Arnold.
Helga snapped out of it. She just realized what she said. Why did she do that? What had possessed her? She had to think of an explanation fast. But Arnold must have sensed that she regretted saying that so as soon as she opened her mouth he gently covered his hand over it.
=I like like you too Helga.
Helga was in shock. What did he say? She had to be dreaming. This was too good to be true. Yup she was in heaven. She must have slipped on the punch still strewn across the floor the Eugene fell into and died.
Before Helga could think straight Arnold was moving closer to her. She in turn did the same, not quite sure what she was doing. Their lips touched. The sweet taste of his mouth was like ambrosia. She had definitely died as she walked in. She felt the warmth of his lips caress hers. Then the song ended. They slowly pulled apart from one another, staring blankly into each others eyes.
They spent the night sitting in the corner of the gym talking and marveling at each other. Phoebe and Gerald were doing the same thing so no one felt guilty about leaving their best friend.
Arnold walked Helga home, hand in hand. As they reached to the door Arnold gave her a slight midnight kiss and walked back home.
Helga entered her house in a daze. What a wonderful night. What a perfect night. Nothing could ruin this night.
Helga was deathly wrong. Something could and would ruin her night.
Author's note: Thanks for getting this far in my story. R&R...and thanks to my loyal fans. I couldn't have done it without you.
Nony- haha...I am actually quite a good writer? What did you think I wasn't? haha...jk. And for another week or so I will be posting everyday unless the document manager isn't working like on Sunday. I will be busy after this week but I will try my hardest to post everyday anyways. Like I have said before, I am a few chapters ahead. Thanks for reading and reviewing so much!
Ari-Griffin –Why thank you so much for reading my story! You are too kind. (
Ok, reviews would be greatly appreciated and I thank the people that are reviewing and the people that are reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! But I do own ...crap...I don't own anything...you know this disclaimer always depresses me. sigh oh well
Helga trudged through the day.
-So much homework so little time. Wait...CRIMINEY! Who put this sign here? Of all places why were they compelled to put one on my locker?
Helga was frustrated that locker had become a billboard for a school dance. She read it once over before ripping it off her locker.
COME TO THE DANCE! Thursday 7:30 in the Gym Celebrate the Holiday! Have a good time with your friends and dance the night away
Helga was considered it for a second. She thought to herself. I could make fun of all the horrible dancers. Hhhhmmmmm...this dance could be fun after all!
She grabbed her books from her locker and went for the door. As she was walking out she spotted Arnold alone at his locker.
-Hey Hair Boy.
=Oh! Hi Helga! How was your day?
-Boring, tedious, annoying, depressing. I am so glad I came back to school.
=I'm sorry Helga. I don't know if it matters but I missed you Helga and I am glad you are back.
-Whatever Football head. Well, I better get going. I have homework up the wazoo.
=Okay Helga. Wait! Are you going to the dance on Friday?
-Maybe. Why?
=Well I just thought it would be nice to see you there.
-Well don't bet your money on it. I am still on the fence.
=Okay Helga. Talk to you tomorrow. -see ya
Helga was definitely going to the dance now. No way would she miss an opportunity to see Arnold. All the way home she grinned to herself. She couldn't wait 2 days for the dance. She wanted to go right then and there. But yet again, fate was cruel, at least at the moment.
To her surprise the days went by fast and it was already Friday. She decided to wear something different so she slipped on a pair of jean and a pink shirt. She was determined to have fun. She had forgotten about her mom and her father at least for the moment and wasn't going to think of them for a while. Nothing would ruin her night. Helga went to open the door when her sister called her from the kitchen.
Baby sister! I need to talk to you.
Ever since she moved back to New York she had gotten much closer to Olga, but she still didn't want to diverge her mind from the dance.
-I'll talk to you when I get home.
Helga opened and closed the door behind her extremely fast so she didn't hear what Olga said after. Phoebe was already on her stoop when she exited the house.
Hello Helga. My you look nice.
-It is just a pair of jeans Pheebs. It ain't that big of a deal.
Sorry Helga. It was just a compliment.
-Well I don't need any compliments.
Helga actually enjoyed the compliment very much. She wanted to look nice. She wanted Arnold to notice her. Even though Helga knew that Arnold would never and could never like her more than as a friend she still always had that hope in the back of her mind that maybe, just maybe, he did like her.
They arrived to the day at 7:45. The gym was crowded but it wasn't horribly crowed. As soon as she walked in her eyes fell upon Arnold. He was talking with Gerald about something and they were both laughing. As soon as Arnold saw Helga he gave a slight smile and waved to her. Before she could even think what to do she was waving back.
Helga and Phoebe walked over to the side of the room where some chair sat. They sat and talked for a while about school and food and the few random kids spastically dancing in the middle of the gym.
One of particular memory was Eugene. She was doing a lame attempt of Michael Jackson's "Thriller" video. It looked like he had ants on him and he was dancing them off when all the sudden he did a moon walk right into Wolfgang, who in turn pushed him right into a punch bowl.
Then all the sudden the music changed into a slow song. All the bouncing heads stopped and couples started to conjugate and start swaying on the dance floor.
-Oh brother
Helga hated seeing her fellow students go all mushy. It made her sick to her stomach.
Gerald came over to them.
Hi Helga. Hi Phoebe. Um...Phoebe, Would you like to dance?
Helga is that okay with you.
-Criminey like I care!
Helga watched as Gerald took Phoebe out on the dance floor and then wrapped his arms around her. She felt a little sad. Deep down she did want to be held like that, but she would never let it show. She just quietly thought to herself If Only.
=Hi Helga.
Helga was brought out of her dream world with a jolt. There Arnold was, sitting where Phoebe had been just a minute ago.
-Oh. Hi Arnold.
She didn't feel like being mean at the moment. She felt she could trust Arnold and that she didn't have to put up her front at the moment. She would be nice. But if he ever told anyone there would be a round of Old Betsy sandwiches for everyone.
=Don't Gerald and Phoebe look so cute together? I really wish they would just go out and get it over with.
-Yeah. Phoebe seems really happy.
=Would you like to dance?
Helga couldn't breathe. What did he say? Did he say what I think he said?
Helga slowly nodded not really sure what was going on.
Arnold took her hand and led her out on the dance floor. They turned to face each other and she put her arms around his neck. As he put his arms around her torso she could help but smile. There he was. She could feel the warmth of the back of his neck. How good it felt to be in his arms. She thought to herself that this might be heaven. She looked deep into Arnold's eyes. She lost all control. She was so caught up in her fantasy come true that she didn't know what she was saying.
-Arnold
=Yes Helga.
-You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Thank you for everything Arnold. I like like you Arnold.
Helga snapped out of it. She just realized what she said. Why did she do that? What had possessed her? She had to think of an explanation fast. But Arnold must have sensed that she regretted saying that so as soon as she opened her mouth he gently covered his hand over it.
=I like like you too Helga.
Helga was in shock. What did he say? She had to be dreaming. This was too good to be true. Yup she was in heaven. She must have slipped on the punch still strewn across the floor the Eugene fell into and died.
Before Helga could think straight Arnold was moving closer to her. She in turn did the same, not quite sure what she was doing. Their lips touched. The sweet taste of his mouth was like ambrosia. She had definitely died as she walked in. She felt the warmth of his lips caress hers. Then the song ended. They slowly pulled apart from one another, staring blankly into each others eyes.
They spent the night sitting in the corner of the gym talking and marveling at each other. Phoebe and Gerald were doing the same thing so no one felt guilty about leaving their best friend.
Arnold walked Helga home, hand in hand. As they reached to the door Arnold gave her a slight midnight kiss and walked back home.
Helga entered her house in a daze. What a wonderful night. What a perfect night. Nothing could ruin this night.
Helga was deathly wrong. Something could and would ruin her night.
Author's note: Thanks for getting this far in my story. R&R...and thanks to my loyal fans. I couldn't have done it without you.