Explanations

Hey, all you people who reviewed me! Sorry it took so long, but it's almost over! Like, three or four chappies left! * It's been fun! *Anyway, here's the next chappie of the story about the finding of romance, humor, drama, and suspense! *Wow. Really, um, critic-like. *

*Okay, here's the deal. Gerald did something that will change the course of this story forever. What will Arnold and Helga's reactions be? Hey, I'm not telling. Go on and read! I'm just going to say that it is pretty good! Oh, this will be so cool…It took it's own course! *

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Quote: "Hey, do you guys see smoke? I can't feel my face! Why does everything look bluuue?" Sheen JN: Boy Genius (It kills the moment, but…)

"Arnold and Helga, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S, in the tree!" yelled Harold. Arnold glared at him, and then his gaze switched to Gerald. How could he do this? They were best friends!

Helga's eyes were enlarged, and her face was motionless. She wasn't blinking. The most shocking and surprising, while still terrifying, moment in her life hadn't even begun. Gerald, Tall Hair Boy as he would now be called, just spilled the beans. The red, hot, juicy, spicy, muy grande important, cowboy beans. The beans that told everyone the Helga loved Arnold. Finally, Helga moved. She bent over double, grabbed her stomach, and said, "Oh, I hate you Gerald." Then she moved again. Straight to the ground.

After the awkward silence that fell when Helga fainted, everyone pointed at Arnold and laughed. Some made comments like, "Poor Arnold," or  "Can you believe Helga?" Arnold just looked helpless, except when he looked at Gerald and Helga. Gerald, apparently, had just realized what he'd done. Arnold glanced at the young girl, decided to pick her up, (since she'd jumped in his arms a few times, he knew he had the strength) and carried her away without any more words said. At this action, most of the kids made noises that proved that they thought Arnold felt the same way, or that they thought it was all mushy gushy.

As Arnold carried Helga, he was in a slight rage. Hey, he's still a kid, even if most think of him as a saint. (Ahem. Arms, pink, bow, blonde, yeah.) He thought, Gerald promised me he wouldn't tell! He promised, and then he broke it. He knew what would happen to her and me! Look at how it affected her. Now things for sure won't ever be the same! It's his entire fault. Look at yourself! Oh, it's my conscience. What is it? You're ranting about how things are going to be different, but you knew it all along! You act like you're mad at Gerald, and you have good reason, okay, but you knew it would get out, anyway. But it would have gone on it's own time, and maybe then I'd…Huh? Wait, did you just say? Oh, duh, I'm your conscience, I should know. Oh, yeah! You were about to say, "Maybe then I'd like- like her." And what does that mean Connor, if you want that to be your name? I like that name! Oh, anyway, what do you think it means? You REALLY LIKE HER! "No, I don't! Do I? Why do I keep arguing with myself?" "Don't what, and argue about what?" Arnold almost dropped what he was carrying at the sound of another voice, but was relieved when it turned out to be Helga. "So, I, uh, um, I guess you're okay now?"

Helga was looking at Arnold strangely, which made him uncomfortable. I knew that I didn't feel the ground when I fainted, if that's possible! He was carrying you voluntarily down the sidewalk away from the taunting, Helga. Now what do you think about telling him or not? Not you again. Don't you ever go away? No, not really. But think about it. He is carrying you AWAY from what you fear most: teasing and ridicule. And that means? You are as bad as he can be, you know that? Carry from danger, asking if he does or doesn't something. What does that equal, girl? I don't know…Hey, I'm not as dense as he is! A small pause went through her mind. Then she said, "You don't mean what I think you mean, do you?"

"What do I mean? I haven't said anything."

Helga looked up. Arnold had stopped walking. "Um, Helga," he said, "can you, uh, get down? I'm starting to cramp."

Helga looked at her sides, where Arnold's fingers ended. She blushed a deep crimson. See. "Oh, oh, um, yeah, sure. I'm sorry." She tried to successfully, but instead she fell off and landed on her face. Something much like the first day in the closet happened as she landed on Arnold's foot, he yelped, fell, and landed smack next to Helga's face.

Uh, oh.

Uh, oh. But at the same time…

It might do some good.

Their eyes had been closed after the fall, and Arnold's were the first to open. Uh, oh.

"Uh, Helga?" he said. "Sorry."

Helga moaned, her eyes still closed. "Why?"

Arnold cleared his throat, nervously. "Because my face is two inches away from yours, and you're on my foot, so can you move?"

Before Arnold had even finished the sentence, Helga was well at work trying to get up. "I can't," she said. "My shoe is caught in something."

"I think it's the bottom of my pants, or my sweater!"

"Help me get it out, Arnoldo!" she laughed. It was just to funny of a scene! Embarrassing, yes, but it was still so funny. "I don't exactly like you tangled up with me!" Are you sure? Shut the crap up, conscience! This isn't exactly a comfortable position! Oh, that's it! I'm sorry, but I have to do something! So what if it's against regulations, I'm doing it!

"What? What!"

"What are you screaming about, Helga?" Okay, Arnold, listen up! You have to make a decision! What decision, Connor? Aw, man, don't you think that it might be the thing that we've been talking about for the last day or so? Oh, yeah.

Helga stood up and brushed herself off. She looked up, and for some reason smiled at Arnold. Not a mean smile, not even one that was lovesick, but a pure, good-hearted smile. Okay, she thought, what is going on? I'm inside your brain, doofus, so don't you think I can do stuff with it? You mean your taking over my body? Basically. But, wait, no, don't…

"Oh, um, nothing, I wasn't screaming about anything. It's just, you know, talking to myself."

Arnold lifted his very thin eyebrow. Okay, I might be dense, I think, but I can still tell that something is wrong with her! She doesn't act like this, does she? You know, I think that…Oh, it must be! What? I can't tell you. "Um, Helga?" asked Arnold. "Are you okay?"

Helga's eyes got a little wider. Okay, get a grip. Be Helga. "Oh, I, um, yeah, of course, why wouldn't I be?"

Both kids looked down at their shoes like they were the most amazing things in the world at the exact same moment. Helga's conscience was trying to get a grip on being her body. "So, um," stuttered Helga's conscience, "what are we going to do now that everyone knows?"

Arnold looked up suddenly at the still shoe-gazing Helga. At least, he thought it was Helga, but his conscience knew much better. Arnold didn't know what to say. "I-I don't know," he finally stuttered. "I mean, well, it was bound to happen some time. I just can't believe Gerald told everyone!"

Helga's conscience bit her lip. Connie, thought Helga, what are you going to do? Connie? I like that name. It's mine! Gr, Connie? Sorry. Um, I guess I'll just play along. Shall we? "Yeah, it is kinda hard to believe." So what if you act mean sometimes, you've been known to sometimes be normal! She grabbed the back of her neck and sighed. "What are we going to do?"

That is it, Connie, you are going out! But I haven't done anything yet! Later.

"I was afraid of this!" cried Helga, the real one. What am I saying? Now it's you that's pouring stuff out! Again.

"I knew that if my secret ever got out, I would be humiliated. Now your best friend blabbed it to the entire class, and by the time school starts, everyone will know!"

Helga sat down on a nearby bench and put her head in her hands. Arnold watched this. He knew how hard it was for Helga to talk, and to tell her even something as small as this was something. Of course, what was he to say? In the max of two hours at her house, he learned that there was a bear statue in her attic, but still…So, what do you say?

Arnold walked over to the bench and sat next to Helga. He put her arm around her shoulder, hesitated when she flinched, then put it all the way around. I say that…

"It'll be all right, Helga."

She looked up into her love's eyes. "You think so?"

He smiled at her. "I know so." The girl who had spilled her secrets, even though it was so difficult. The girl that he couldn't help but want to know. The girl that he knew was amazing to keep up her life.

The girl he finally…understood, in a way.

…I think I do.

"Hey, Helga! Arnold?"

I know, I'm like, the most evil person, aren't I? *But we have to keep you going! * Anyway, this story seriously took it's own path. It took me forever to come up with an idea for this thing, but it just came! * You sound all mushy, do you know that? * Anyway, reviews keep me up! So, till the next time I update, this is:

~~Briana LFBH~~ *=^^Phebga MFM!^^* (MFM-Madame Fortress Mommy)

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