Explanation(s)

Author Notes: I guess the last was kind of a cliffie. I love the responses ya'll are giving me. I'm not bratty, but I'm happy. Uh, anyways, lets just get on wit da story. (And please tell me if they're IC or OOC)

Summary: *Basically, Helga revives Arnold and it gets really funny/weird/good after that.*

Disclaimer: (To Dilemma tune) I do, not own *Aw* Hey Ar-no-old *AW* Cuz it, belongs *Aw* to Craig Bartlett *AW* And no matter what I do *AW* I'll never get to own it. So just go along *AW* and know it doesn't. *Aw*

Quote Of the Chappie: "With great power comes great responsibility." Uncle Ben (What's his real name): Spider-man

Helga heard a small yell and a thud behind her and turned. Arnold was lying unconscious on the attic floor, in a position that meant he had seen the love shrine made in his likeness. Oh no, oh no, oh no, he can't possibly know! But he did know, and it would bring a price to Helga. The price being total humiliation. Even though she would have liked him staying there and her running to Pheobe's house, she knew what she had to do. She really hated it when that happened.

"Oh, criminy," she moaned as she bent over Arnold and blew in his face. He twitched but didn't wake-up. Then she tried pouring some of the water she was using to wash of her face paint on his forehead, but he didn't revive.

She sat back and thought. "Arnold, I'm really sorry," she said as she lifted her hand and…

Smack!

"Ow!" yelled Arnold as he instantly sat up. When he did so, his face was looking square at the shrine. "AAAAAHHHHH!" he yelled, and fell back to the floor.

Helga's head fell back and she smacked her forehead. "This is hopeless." He knows already, you ought to tell him, Helga. Wait, you can't! He saw it, and if you talk to him about it, he'll think you're a freak! But it's the right thing. Man, how come all my moral dilemmas have to do with him! Fine, I'll wake him up. I've gotten this far. Just this time, get in the way of his view. "Okay, here we go again."

Smack! "Ah! Hey, what was that for?" Arnold said as he sat up. "Helga? Why did you slap me?"

She tensed up. "You really don't want to know."

Arnold's eyebrows furrowed as he thought about it. Then he remembered where and why he was up in the attic. He stared at Helga with wide eyes. "Was that…I mean, is there really a…"

Helga's head fell in defeat as she crawled away to let him see what was there. His eyes got wide again. "Helga," he began, "why is there a-"

"Its this thing I made to talk to and pretend it was you since I couldn't ever get the courage to talk to you and I talk to it more than I talk to Pheobe about my problems, okay? I go up here everyday and pretend that it's you. You'd be so easy to talk to if I knew you wouldn't respond badly like that thing, okay? Please, don't think I'm a freak, because it's like, its like, its, oh I don't know!" She said this all really fast and at the end, she broke down into a set of quiet tears, her head resting on the floor.

Arnold was still freaked out but amazed at what she had just said, or at least the parts he understood. When he thought about, it wasn't so weird. He sort of thought it was like him talking to Gerald, or him talking to Abner, knowing he wouldn't talk back and put him down. Also, a little part of him thought it flattering. It also pained him to see her crying because she thought he would disappoint her. "Stop it, Helga," he said quietly. "I don't think you're a freak. I understand it."

Did I hear correct, thought Helga. She picked up her head and looked at him. One of her eyes got smaller as she thought how he couldn't think it was a little bit weird. "You don't?"

"No. I get it. It's still just slightly strange, but I talk to a pig every night."

The girl smiled. This is why I love him.

Arnold smiled back. She's okay. She's not just the big bully everyone thinks she is, and now I know for sure. "If it's all right with you, I'd like to get to know you better." Whoa, This whole thing is making me feel really weird.

Okay, this is really weird. If Helga didn't know any better, she'd swear she'd probably had changed. Well, the entire reason she acted that way was to cover up herself and her secret, and that was about to change. She was still a bit hesitant, though. "Uh, well, okay, I guess. But don't tell anyone about this thing until I'm okay with it."

Arnold nodded, signaling he knew why. As soon as he said it, something that had happened early popped back into his mind.

"Oh, but, uh, we have slight problem."

Helga's head jerked up. "What kind of problem? You didn't tell Gerald, did you?" She stood up. "Man, if you did-"

"No!" he protested, standing up also. "Its just that I was talking to him about Deep Voice slash you, and I accidentally said 'she'. He put it together and knows that you are Deep Voice, and he also knows I know why you were. Well, I think."

Helga slumped down to the ground. "We are going to have to say something sooner or later to him about this, or he'll just guess. Eventually everyone will notice something different and come up with a reason, and if it's wrong we'll have to tell them. Either way, it'll get out that I, uh, you know, love you."

He looked down at the girl who had turned his life inside out in about 24 hours. Apparently just this part of her life was difficult, but what about everything else? Her family (he figured there were problems), school, peer pressure, and everything else. He had always been an optimist about everything, so he could barely imagine her pressure, but he could sense it. She seemed so depressed, yet there was a beam of hope and expression inside her that he wanted to break free.

Then he thought about what he was thinking about this time yesterday. His only care was to save the neighborhood.

Wait. What was the time. He looked at his watch. It was 9:15. But he couldn't leave like this.

He bent down next to Helga and but his arm around her shoulder. It was his instinct to comfort her, but he also wanted to help her out. "It's okay. Maybe if they know thing'll be better. Look, it's kind of late. Do you still need me here?"

Helga shook her head no in answer, but Arnold knew better. "Look," he said, "I'll come back early tomorrow and we can talk. I still have some questions. Is that okay?"

Helga looked up at him and smiled. She looked very pretty when she smile like that. "I'd like that. But can I ask you one more thing before you leave?"

"Sure. What is it?"

Helga chuckled. "Can I still call you Football Head? It's kinda stuck to my mouth like peanut-butter."

"I guess so," he laughed out. It's weird how such a serious feeling can go away by one comment or thought, isn't it. But soon it came back. "I'll see you tomorrow, Helga."

He squatted to go back into the closet when Helga said, "Good night."

When he was out of earshot, she whispered, "Good night my sweet prince."

In the words of Phil What's His Last Name: "Always leave them hanging for more, Shortman." Well, till next time, oyu review, I rest my fingers. *Yeah, can you feel them?* No. *So we hope you guys stay faithful.* Like my doggie is!

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