Explanations
AN: Sorry for the little lie, but I didn't know it would take so long to finish this, especially since I've been thinking of new ideas for a new story "Time to Switch!" ~does wink, point, and 'cha-chink. Yeah.' noise~
Summary: *I convinced her. It's a Bliss-full moment, ya'll. Then, it's off to Gerald field, with a Gerald in tow. * She's doing her I'm happy there's a Gerald in here dance. *Also, we find out who was in the bush! *
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or labels in this story, just the basic plot. Okay, now who's responsible for that? I mean, I could run a cartoon like that if I were given the chance. I mean come on, I wouldn't care if I were just a storyboard artist, which would be neat, but hey, I can take someone's vocal. Really, I mean…*Don't worry, kids. She's in custody. *
Blab: Helga, whenever I type that word, it comes up on the spell checker as Hula. Question marks.
The day was Thursday. On any other kid's calendar, a Thursday in the summer equaled party and baseball. But on others', such as Helga's, it meant a visit to the Hillwood Medical Clinic for a visit with Dr. Bliss. During the first hour, when the doctor tickled Helga's secret (which was now known to the subject of the secret) out, the two enjoyed these hours together. Besides Phoebe, she was the only one Helga could usually confide in. Well, enough of that. Helga had long since left the trench coat at home, for the facts were that it was too hot, none of her friends (except Pheobe) went through that area, and she wasn't as bothered as earlier. Keyword: as bothered as earlier. This time she just wanted to tell somebody about all of this. Who better than somebody who was on an oath to never tell, even under threat of tied in a cave with a rabid starved rat. To Helga, that meant something.She walked into Dr. Bliss's office and said, "Hi, Karla."
Dr. Bliss looked up, since Karla was her first name, and smiled. "Helga, hello. Would you like to sit down?"
Helga nodded and sat on the couch. She smiled, got a lovesick look in her eyes, and fell blissfully on her back. "Dr. Bliss?" she began. "You remember on Tuesday, how I told you how I told Arnold then he asked if I denied it and I did?"
Dr. Bliss had a small flame of anticipation brew in herself. "Yes, Helga, I do. I'm proud of you for getting the guts to confess, but then you denied it, so…"
Helga sat up again with the biggest smile she'd ever had. The flame grew. "Well, the second time I didn't." She fell once more on to the couch.
Dr. Bliss smiled and walked over to Helga, kneeled down, picked her up, and hugged her. Helga got tense, but she was in one of her daydream moods. "I'm so happy for you." She pulled back and looked at Helga's eyes, which were looking at the top windowpane. "Helga? Helga."
Helga raised an arm and slapped herself, an action that Karla (which I'll now call her) hadn't seen before. She jumped back and gasped, "Helga! Are you all right? Why'd you do that?"
Helga looked up. "Uh, oh, sorry. Anyway, the first day he just walked into my house and asked if I was lying the first time, which I was, and then, well I could tell he knew, so I told him, and then he saw my latest shrine, he fainted, um, twice, and then I told him why I kept it, then he was quiet for 5 minutes, said it wasn't too weird, then said I'd meet him the next day, which was tomorrow, and I really have to take a drink of water right now, can I?"
Karla was still jotting down notes for her file so she could look back on it. "Why of course, Helga. Go on."
When she left, Karla stood and almost screamed inside the soundproof doors, "YES! She did it!" She pulled her elbow up and down in that 'I'm so happy, yea for victory' motion.
She heard the doorknob turn and sat back down. "Are you okay now?"
"Yep, and I'm fueled to go." Helga sat back down. "Where were we?"
"You were talking about what you did yesterday. But, could you go over the first day again?"
So Helga told her everything that happened while she wrote small notes about it and what improvement it should show in her self-confidence around him and others and such. When Helga listed out the long line of things that she had done to or that had to do with Arnold.
"Wait," she interrupted. "You posed as a French pen pal, which he started to like, then gave him one of your shoes, and told him about it. What was his response?"
Helga shrugged. "You know, silence, change of subject, the usual that you'd expect from someone who wants to think about it later." She sighed and fell on her back. "You know what? I really think that something's going on here. You know, he liked Cecile, which was basically me, which means he likes me. 'Couse, he's so dense he probably doesn't know it yet, but, well, oh!"
Karla looked at her patient proudly. It had been often that she had talked about Arnold, but this was something new. Now there was hope that this girl could find true happiness, and not just dream of it. As she wrote things down on her pad of paper for Helga's file, Karla wished that Arnold really were thinking about his feelings right now. But, she'd never know.
Karla Bliss smiled at the wonderful child. "It's a start Helga," she said. "It could be possible." I sure hope so, for her sake. She really needs him. She looked at the clock. It was four minutes after one o' clock. "Oh, Helga, our session had been over for a while. I'm about to be late for a meeting. We can talk on Tuesday, alright?"
Helga stood up with a slight pout. "Aw, but it hasn't seemed like an hour."
Karla smiled again. "Sorry, Helga, but I have to go. Bye."
Helga gave her a quick hug, something that she did only when she was very happy, and usually only to Dr. Bliss. When she was outside of the Hillwodd Medical Clinic, she remembered what she was supposed to do that day, and ran toward Vine Street, to get to Gerald Field for baseball practice.
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"Hey," yelled Sid. "Aren't we missing somebody?"
Everyone was at Gerald field, trying out their bats, pounding in their mitts, and playing catch before practice. Gerlad did a quick head count. "Yep, we're missing somebody, and I know who." Gerald smiled to himself, a sly one that you usually didn't see on him. Arnold saw it and lifted an eyebrow.
"Anybody seen Helga?" Gerald asked.
"I'm here, Geraldo!" She turned the corner and ran to the center of the field, on top of the pitchers mound. She seemed to look cool and collected, the same old Helga, to most of the gang. She started barking orders. "Sid, you get to right field, Pheobe, second base, and Harold-"
As everyone else was walking to wherever, Gerald walked over to Arnold. "Hey, man," he said. "I just talked to Fuzzy Slippers, and he thinks that what just happened the other day would make a great urban legend. I haven't had much of those lately, huh?"
Arnold nodded to his friend. To Gerald, his mind seemed somewhere totally different. "Hey, Arnold? What are you doing?" Gerald thought a moment. "Are you wondering about your grandma? She really needs to stop with the whole escape thing."
This time Arnold shook his head no. Gerald smiled. "Could it possibly be what Helga told you the other day?"
Arnold's head jolted to Gerald with a small look of fear and curiosity. He almost screamed something, but then caught himself, leaned in on Gerald and whispered, "How do you know I was talking to Helga the other day?"
Gerald put his hand on his best friend's shoulder. "I'm so sorry that Helga, ha ha ha, sorry man. Helga loves Arnold, oh, that's just to sweet." He shook his head. "Now I know why she was helping us, or, more so, you."
Arnold lifted Gerald's arm off of his shoulder. "How do you know this?!"
Gerald crossed his arms. "Remember when you saw someone in that bush?"
"That was you?"
"Yeah."
"Why did you follow me?"
"I thought something was up since she was DV, and you were talking to her."
"Please, don't tell anybody. I don't want Helga to turn into another Iggy!"
"Wouldn't you want her to ignore you? Aw, man, I can't believe she like-likes you! I would want her to be an Iggy to me!"
"Well, I don't! I want her to talk to me!"
Gerald froze in his place. He didn't blink, and he looked like he wasn't breathing. This is not possible, he thought. Did Arnold just say he wanted to talk to Helga?
Arnold looked at Gerald's weird expression of shock change to amusement. "It has happened again, buddy," said Gerald.
"What's happened again?"
"Cupid must have something about you, because now look at who you're crushing on!" Gerald started to roll on the ground, attracting everyone's attention. Mostly Arnold and Helga's. Arnold, though, was so far the only one affected by what he said.
No, I can't like Helga! It's bad enough that he knows what she said to me, but, no, I can't! Can I?
Helga walked up to the hysterical boy on the ground. "You're supposed to be first baseman, not insane Tall-Hair Boy!"
Arnold cleared his thought. "Uh, Helga?" She looked over at him, keeping her annoyed look. "Bush."
At first Helga was clued out on what 'bush' meant, but then she remembered what was seen at the end of their 'meeting' yesterday. She mouthed a "No," but Arnold nodded and pointed at the calming Gerald.
Helga growled to herself and grabbed Arnold's wrist. Gerald occupied everyone, so no one noticed.
She pulled him into an alley and said, "Okay, what does he know?"
Arnold grabbed his shoulder and looked down. What was Gerald talking about? I don't love Helga. Wait, didn't I just have this argument yesterday? Yeah, well, this is different, sort of. Oh, great, now I'm talking to myself. Ugh, now what am I supposed to do? He looked up at Helga. "He knows that I-I mean, you love me. He started laughing before he told me anymore." See, you almost said 'I'. Who are you? I'm your other person, or conscience, if you prefer. Okay, what should I do, conscience? I don't know. You're the brains; I'm just the moral. I'm just supposed to tell you how you're feeling and lead you through what you should do. Ugh.
"You don't think that he'll tell anyone, do you?"
"Gerald? No, he won't. He's my best friend."
Helga still felt uncomfortable about it. She knew that she shouldn't have told him her feelings. Come on, Helga, you know that that's wrong. Remember what you were thinking this morning? Who are you? Ah, you're some kind of conscience, aren't you? Darn. Yeah, I am. So what are you going to do to help me? Just to lead you through what you should do. Ugh, fine. "So, you're sure? But what if he does?"
Arnold smiled. "He won't. Trust me." By golly, Helga could sure do that.
They turned out of the alley to hear absolutely nothing. Helga got a little scared. Gerald was laughing earlier, wasn't he?
They turned right, into the very short fence that reached about two feet into the field, where they saw Gerald standing in the middle of the group of kids. When they heard them walking up, everyone turned, pointed, and laughed. Harold started up a chant. "Arnold and Helga, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S in the tree!"
Sorry to leave ya'll hanging, but I have a science project that I need to get ready for. *The people are starting to form a large mob outside of a young child's house. Apparently, the child has done something, I think its called a 'cliffhanger'* Next one, well, you can kind of guess what the next one will be like. Wishing ya'll good surfing, water or microchips!
Alert: *Do you know who I really am? At the end of Explanations, Through the CD, and Time to Switch, I'll be announcing my true identity! And, no, I'm not just stuff Briana writes. So wait up! *
~~Briana LFBH~~ *^^Phebga^^*
