Explanation(s)

Well, got some positive feedback for this *she thanks you*, so anyway, here we go! + I just bought the movie! *!!!!!!* Sorry for the delay.

Disclaimer: Hey, Craig, my man! Yo, Nick-el-o! Say, ya think a penny, a Push Pop, and an Avril Lavigne burned CD will buy somethin' like Hey Arnold! What? No? But it's a Triple Push one! And Avril Lavigne rocks! And, and, I DON'T OWN IT!!!!! WAAAAAHHHH

Arnold grabbed his jacket from the desk chair and put it on. For an early August day, it was rather chilly. As he passed the living room, his grandfather said, "Hey, Arnold, where are you going?"

"Out," he answered.

"Alright, just be home in time for dinner. What are we having, Pookie?"

"Watermelon. Hai!" Arnold could hear the squabble as he closed the door and went to the bus stop.

Now that he was outside of the stronghold of his room, he could actually think more clearly. Unfortunately this just built on more questions instead of answers.

Why does she like me? No, love me? And why me? What does she, uh, love me for? How's this going to change my life? Her life? Our friends' life? Did she really mean it? What am I supposed to say? Why is this bothering me? This was all way to sudden and way to complicated for a nine-year-old boy.

Bu-rooo, squeeeeeek! He had missed the bus. "Hey, wait, I'm still here!" he cried, but it didn't waver. "Man!"

He turned in the direction of Helga's house, not really knowing why or what he was going to say. He stuck his hands in his pockets and carried on.

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Helga was lying on her bed, looking up to her ceiling, poetry book on her chest. Her eyes were happy looking, but slightly doubtful. She didn't know if Arnold had accepted or not. He had smiled when he "denied" her, but how could she know if he was just hoping for the answer to be yes? Could it be that he was possibly, oh, say, telling her that it could be a secret? It was way to sudden and way to confusing for a nine-year-old girl. But she'd handled stuff since she was two minutes old, and she could handle stuff now.

If only Arnold could come over to her house and help her understand.

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 If only she can help me understand.

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"Ol-gaaa!" yelled Bob from downstairs. She was way to exhausted, mentally and physically, to correct him.

"What, BOB?!?!"

"That little boy Arnie's here to see you! The one who ruined my big plans! He's already in, Miriam answered the door, not me!"

As soon as he said 'you', she jumped up. "Arnold! Coming to see ME? At my HOUSE?"

Just then a knock came through her door. "Helga?" said Arnold.

SMACK! A red spot appeared on her check. "WHAT are you doing here, Football-head? Shouldn't you be celebrating you glorious success?"

No, and, um, could I come in, please?" He was nervous beyond anything imaginable, but it was something he had to do.

Okay, that's just way to weird. Oh, well, my beloved is coming in my room! I mean, keep it together, and don't kiss the lug!

"Yeah, whatever, Arnold-o." He opened the door slightly, as if checking to make sure it was safe first, then walked in completely. As much as they both tried to keep expressionless faces, they were both embarressed, Helga being love-stricken also.

Arnold cleared his throat. "Uh, Helga?" he asked. "Can I ask you a thing or two?"

There was a little thing in the back of my mind that was expecting this, Helga thought. She kept her glare. No use in letting him know she was skeptical/embarresed. "Whatever, just make it quick. I have important stuff to do, you know."

"Okay, okay," answered Arnold. He sat down on the floor and grabbed the back of his neck. "Ah, this is gonna sound weird, but, er, uh, well, the thing is…"

Helga rolled her eyes. "Ugh, spit it out already!" (*Yeah, I wanna know!*)"Did you mean it when you said you loved on top of the FTi building last night?" he blurted out. Having it said, he flinched, not knowing what to expect.

I know, dontcha just HATE cliffies? Well, till next time, see ya! *Me, too!*

~~Briana~~ (*+ ^^Phebga^^)