Explanations

Well, here it is; the ninth part of Explanations has undergone! In the last chappie, I left you off with something really cliffhanger ish! Well, that's how evil I can be! Anyway, here it is, ya'll! Thank you Serap and King Cheetah for your nice reviews, and Sassy Angel too, plus everyone else that reviewed! I hit writers block at the smack first third of this story, so sorry if there was any delay. Well, introducing PMFM, with the summary!

* A little bit of this. A little bit of that. It started-Oh, sorry. Anyway, lemme read the paper…Okay, here it is:  Phoebe is introduced and does something with Helga and one other person; Gerald calls Arnold and apologizes for…two things? Huh? Anyway, Connor, Arnold's conscience, helps Arnold out. *

Does it look like a twelve-year-old and an eleven-year-old can be important enough to be the great Craig Bartlett. ~Appear before a Craig shrine, like Helga's only w/o the football~ I shall never be the greatness of him!

Important Saying: "Come on! We've got a cosmic energy field to fix!" Arnold-Downtown as Fruits

"Hey, Helga!" said Phoebe as she ran as fast as her petite legs could carry her. That is, until she stopped. "Arnold?" she stopped because Arnold was sitting on the bench with his arm around Helga, his eyes wide, but for whatever reason it was, Phoebe didn't know. That is, until they both realized the presence of Phoebe, in which afterwards they scooted to opposite ends of the bench.

Helga looked up at Phoebe with a slight glare on her face. What does she want? Helga, she's your best friend. She knows that Arnold and everyone else know your secret, too. What did you think she'd do? I don't know! "What do you want Pheebs?"

Phoebe shook off what she had seen just then and answered, "I would just like to have a private conversation with you. It will be really quick!"

Helga stole a glance at Arnold, and the one he gave back told her to go on. There wasn't anything else he could say. "Sure, Phoebe."

Helga stood up, thinking about what exactly she would say to her best friend. It was obvious that she wanted her to tell her about the whole Arnold deal, but how would she put it? Just breathe, Helga. Act like it is Dr. Bliss or something, okay? Who asked you? You ask, I answer, I answer, and you ask.  It's a win/win thing here.  Whatever.

When the two of them were behind a corner in an alleyway, Phoebe started to jump up and down with excitement. "Oh, Helga, this is just so wonderful! You finally told him! I can't believe it! It's just so amazing, Helga, oh, I just, I just…" Phoebe then shrieked happily.

Helga just leaned back on the wall and sighed. Yeah, so I told him, she thought. Big deal, it's not like he loves me back or anything. (* Little does she know, huh? * ) Come off it, Helga, you were just as happy this morning, weren't you? Yeah, but now the tables have turned.

"Look, Phoebe," she said, "it's great and all, but look at where it got me. The whole class making fun of me, and my reputation is ruined! So, I told, yes I did. But now things are just worse!"

Phoebe looked at her best friend. The first time she met her, she only wanted someone to help keep her tormenters at bay. Now, the way Helga put it, she would be the one with the bullies, at least for a little while. Once Phoebe was aware of this, she frantically changed the subject so that Helga wouldn't be too depressed. "Helga, could you please just tell me what happened! Please?"

Come on, Helga, what's the wrong in it? You told Bliss about it. Yeah, sure. For once in a short while, I believe you. "Okay, Phoebe. Well, it all started in the last day the neighborhood had before that Scheck guy tore the place down. Since my dad was in on some of it with some guy, Nick Macaroni or some kind of pasta, so all I had to do was be in the room to know almost everything that could save it. Well, since Arnold and Gerald were having their own little show, I decided to help them, but with a secret identity of sorts, or something. Now, this is where the stuff starts getting weirder…"

So Helga told Phoebe as many details as possible, since she looked earnest to know them all. Now, another person knows the story. The only people Helga trusted were those that knew, and hopefully Phoebe would pull through keeping it, too.

Even if the secret was out, not everyone had to know the behind the scenes deal.

Phoebe's expression became slightly lower when Helga reached the part about what had just recently happened. Phoebe knew how emotional and secretive her friend was, and was one the three who did. Helga knew this, so she tried to cover up even more right now, but her abilities were fading since the reason she did grew pointless about fifty minutes ago. So all the things Phoebe knew she was capable of were showing. But, of course, that's beside the point, isn't it?

Phoebe hugged her friend, whom of which flinched again but then grew still and accepted the comfort. She needed some.

Phoebe looked into her eyes. "Helga, I just want to tell you that I'm overwhelmed by your abilities to be such a good friend and tell your secrets. I just wanted to let you know that, all right"

Helga patted Phoebe on the back. "'Course it is, Pheebs." She stepped back. "I have to get back, okay?"

Phoebe nodded. "I think I'll have a talk with Gerald, okay?"

At first Helga lifted her eyebrow, then seemed grateful; at least, she seemed as grateful as she showed. "Thanks. He promised Arnold he wouldn't tell, and then…Oh, I want to pound him so bad!" She rammed her fist into her hand, and then she walked back a little further. "I'm going to go back now, all right?"

Her best friend nodded and waved her off, seeming to encourage her to go. Did she help your doubts? Yeah, she did. Kind of. Yes, she did, and totally. I like to see you be nicer to her when she's supporting you. Okay…hey, where is?

The bench was empty. A single, crumpled piece of paper was lying in Helga's previous spot, with a note written in Arnold's handwriting. She picked it up, read it, and then looked back up.

!@#$%^&*()_+{}:"?

Ten minutes later…

Arnold's hands were tucked in his pockets and his chin shrugged his shoulders up. He had just made an impossible decision.

Come on, Arnold, it wasn't impossible. From what I've seen before making my personal appearance to you, you've had at least tiny feelings for her before now. You know, I'd listen better if you'd give me control of my body!

Indeed, Arnold's conscience (now known as Connor) had assumed control of the body, as Helga's conscience (now known as Connie) had. Arnold was annoyed by this, and showed it on his sleeves.

I can't believe I'm in love with Helga! I'm barely ten! So what? She loved you when she was three. Good point, but still, I, I, just can't believe it! Helga and me? I don't get it! Well, it's my job to show you, and show you I shall. How? By things she's now told you, things you know, and things you don't.

Connor walked up to the door of the Sunset Arms boarding house, and then ran up to Arnold's bedroom. But as soon as he shut the door, he heard the phone ring. After two rings, Arnold thought Go answer it! Grandma is in the kitchen cooking and Grandpa's at the store. Oh, right.

He walked down to the hallway and picked up the phone. "Hello," said Connor, "you've reached the Sunset Arms."

"Arnold, man, since when do you answer the phone like that?"

It's Gerald! Let me talk to him! Fine.

"Hello, Gerald," said Arnold in a slightly cold and tense.

!@#$%^&*()_+{}:"?

Five minutes earlier…

Phoebe was standing in Gerald's hallway, waiting for Gerald to answer the door. She was, indeed, keeping her promise to talk to Gerald. Right now, Phoebe was pretty mad at him, even though they had a slight 'thing' for each other. Well, best friends come first.

Gerald opened the door and looked at Phoebe in surprise, then chuckled.

"What's so comedic, Gerald?" Phoebe crossed her arms and tapped her foot slowly.

Gerald hushed up and said, "Sorry, Phoebe. It's just that you remind me of…me of…Helga. You know, since you're her be-"

"You should apologize to YOUR best friend, Gerald!" She walked up to him angrily and poked him with her index finger. "You told the entire class a secret that you promised to keep, Gerald! And because of your impudence, your friend and my friend are in total humiliation!"

Gerald held his hands up and said, "I know what I did. It was just that something was such a shock, I wasn't thinking right and thought I should share the laugh. Not everyone has total control, Phoebe. Everything's been going by really fast lately, you know?"

Phoebe walked back a little bit and said, "What was such a surprise, Gerald?"

Gerald covered his mouth with his hand, then fell to the ground and grabbed his stomach since he was laughing so hard. Phoebe's eyes grew open as she looked at Gerald do this again.

"Oh, oh, hah, woo! Oh, I'm sorry, babe, but it's just so funny!"

Phoebe raised her eyebrow. "Gerald, why do you call everyone 'babe'?" When he shrugged, she asked, "What was such a shock that it made you laugh so hysterically?"

Gerald shook his head and chuckled again. "Arnold has fallen for seven girls now in the last year, do you know that?"

Phoebe tipped her head in awe. "No, I didn't." She leveled it again. "What does this have to do with everything?"

"Well," he answered, "There's been Ruth, Maria, Cecile, Summer, Lila, and this girl named Hilda, and the seventh one just might be Helga! He said something that really hinted at it. I don't imagine either of them being together, do you?"

Phoebe decided not to comment on that, but rather said, "Go in there, Gerald Martin Johansson, and apologize to your Arnold, do you understand me?"

Gerald nodded. "But my dad wants to save elect…"

"NOW, Gerald!"

He stared at the suddenly forceful Phoebe then said, "Okay, I'm going! Sheesh, Pheebs!"

So now, we join them presently. Gerald had to wait a moment because his dad was on the line.

!@#$%^&*()_+{}:"?

Now…

"Hello, Gerald," said Arnold on the other line.

Gerald glanced at Phoebe and cleared his throat. Man, he thought, she looks mad. "Um, hey, Arnold," he stuttered. Yes, the coolest guy in the fourth grade and below was nervous to talk to his best friend. Well, hey, Arnold was madder than anything Gerald had ever heard or known. "Uh, I'm sorry for, um, you know…"

"Yeah, I know."

"Yeah, buddy, I know that was way out of line. I mean, you must be totally humiliated. 'Course, you probably would've been anyway…"

Arnold raised his eyebrow. What's he talking about? Arnold, you're about to have a really weird conversation… "What do you mean, Gerald?"

Phoebe widened her eyes and looked at Gerald. What's he going to do?

"Well, I mean, Helga loves you, man," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You musta been devastated!"

Phoebe sat down at Gerald's desk and put her hand on her head. Gerald, Gerald, Gerald. Oh, well, he didn't know…

On the other end, Arnold's eyes widened. What am I supposed to say to that? Arnold thought. Okay, um, just, uh, I don't know! Ignore it! What? I thought you were supposed to be the moralistic, smarter version of me! Well, hey, not everyone can answer that in the right way. But as I said, ignore it!

Arnold nodded to himself and sighed. He was still mad at Gerald. "Gerald, is this an apology, or are you just trying to help?"

Gerald looked at the phone for a moment, shook his head, and said, "The first, Arnold. Look, buddy, I'm really sorry about that. But hey, I got to bust on Helga!"

Phoebe glared at him.

"But that isn't the point," he said quickly. "I'm just sorry that I did this too ya, okay? I don't know how else to say it, man! It was funny, and I was shocked, so I blurted it out, okay? Okay?"

Arnold sighed in defeat. "All right, Gerald. I forgive you."

Gerald jumped up and said, "That's great. Hey, look. If the others kids make fun of you, I'll back you up, okay?"

They said good-bye, and they both hung-up the phone.

!@#$%^&*()_+{}:"?

Okay, my turn. What? Listen, I have to move your body if I wanna show you, okay? Fine, Connor.  Take over. My pleasure.

Arnold's feet took him up to his bedroom, and then to his desk. "Remember when she told you that she was Cecile?"

Arnold thought, Yes.

"Well, you really liked her because of who she was, didn't you?" Yes, I did.

"So, if it was really Helga, and you liked who Cecile was, that means that you liked her even back then!" I know that. Well, at least, I think I did. But when she told me I thought something like that.

Connor went down to the bottom drawer at the desk and pulled out a picture of Lila. "You know who this is?" Yeah, it's Lila. Why did you like her, like her? Because she is so nice and sweet and pretty. Yeah, but Phoebe is nice and sweet, but you don't like her, like her, now, do you? And you know that beauty isn't a factor! Yeah, but still…You just had a petty little crush on her since she liked you, didn't you? Yes, I guess I did.

Okay, now why do you like Helga? I, I, I don't know. I guess I'm just seeing stuff I never saw before, and that stuff is good. So, that means you like her for who she is? In basic terms, yes, I do. So, that would mean that you like-like Helga than Lila, and possibly more? Maybe. It's hard to tell.

"Okay, now name all of the times she's been nice to you or someone else, or helpful, or even just a glimmer of someone behind the mask. I know there have been times, boy, I just need you to acknowledge them."

Well, way back in pre-school she was nice, until something happened. I think Harold started laughing at her. Then there was the time that she found my hat, the time at the Bio-Square, well, at least the end of it, the time when she talked to me after Lila dumped me for the first time, the time we had that egg project, the time she let Phoebe take her place after making her fall back in the city wide intelligence contest thing, the time she helped Phoebe when she decided to go back to the fourth grade because of how they were treating her, and some other things, too.

So, you do like her, right? I thought I did more than like her. At least that's what you're telling me. Okay, now, you had your turn using my body. My turn. Sure, fine. I think you'll like this.

Arnold stood up, since he had been sitting on the ground, and walked to his phone. "Hey, wait. I forgot I had a phone up here. Why didn't Gerald call my line?" Arnold… "Sorry."

He grabbed the phone book and opened it up, and started scrolling down the list. He'd forgotten the phone number, and he needed it badly.

Well, that sure was long, wasn't it? Now do you understand why it took me so long? Okay, so I also ha\d a science project due todat, and I was working on it, and tests. And boring school stuff, too! *Anyway, check these stories out, too: *

Read: Time To Switch-A story where to opposites switch…only it's Helga and Lila!

Through the Compact Disc-Helga and Frannie do some serious thinking about what they should do next. I could have left the biggest cliffie, but decided to make a smaller one. Hey, they all have them!

V-Day II: My Hair Is Down-My Valentines Days story, no matter how late!

Stole: *This one's mine! One lonely, deranged boy goes out for three victims that made him feel even worse….They could have made it big…*

Well, hope ya liked this one and those. Well, see you next time on the Fanfiction.net Show! * Do you know how lame that was? *

~~Briana LFBH~~ *+^^Phebga MFM! ^^* (MFM-Madame Fortress Mommy) (* I also have my own name now! *)
                                                                                   

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