Explanations

Hi, hi, everybody! Here I am again…don't you just want to hug me and give me kisses? Okay, so you don't, but I know that you want to see the next chappie…see, I'm smart! Ahem, well, anyway…Oh, and Phebga wanted me to tell you that it might take some time for any of her fics to come out…she's sort of having trouble getting logged in for some reason. Well, anyway…

Puppies Cute: No, no, no, don't squeeze the life out of his head! ~Covers the football shaped thing with one hand and hands story to her with the other~ Here it is! Oh, and thanks for telling me that about the flashback…glad you like Connor and Connie, too, and you know what? Something you said about them IS going to happen…for what, you'll just have to see…I've never had to answer so many of one person's reviews at once!

Arnoldfan: I know…evilness! Thanks again for liking it, too, and V-Day II.

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"Oh, and Harry. If you die down there, you're welcome to share my toilet."-Moaning Myrtle-Harry Potter II

OMG, credit where credit is due!!!!!! I sort of got the idea of the consciences taking over sometimes from Animorphs, and the consciences basically, um, I forgot earlier, but Serap gave me the idea…thankies, Serap! Okay, uh, onward…

"Gerald, Phoebe, what the HECK are you doing here!"

Phoebe smiled guiltily and waved her fingers. "Uh, hey, Helga."

Gerald, well, he was just a little bit more straightforward. "Okay, Helga," he said, "how is it that in one week, Arnold ends up like-liking you? Arnold wouldn't tell us, so now it's your turn."

Helga glared over at Arnold and practically yelled, "Arnold, do you just want attention or something!?!?"

After a pause, he shook his head. "I tried to sneak out, but Phoebe saw me and soon after, so did Gerald. It wasn't my fault!"

"Oh, but it was your fault that now the ENTIRE SCHOOL KNOWS ABOUT US!!!!"

"It's not my fault, Connor did it!"

"That's what Connie said, but you could have stopped him."

"Helga, you know that they have as much power as we do."

"Yeah, but…"

"Hold up, hold up, hold up! Who is Connor and Connie, how could it have been their fault, and what kind of power?"

The two that were previously quarrelling stopped abruptly and turned to face a red-faced Gerald. Well, if people who suddenly got matched wrong (in your eyes, okay?) started talking about weird things that you didn't understand, you would be frustrated, too.

Phoebe looked at Gerald and put her hand on his shoulder. "Gerald, clam down, okay?"

Helga shook her head and looked back at Arnold, only this time not as menacingly. It was more pleading than angry. Basically, it was saying, "You better help me with this, boy."

Okay, Connor, what now? Arnold, sorry, but I can't help you as much. Besides, all you have to do is tell what happened. How can I tell Gerald! He's your best friend. Okay. Okay, then.

Connie, a little help here! Look, Phoebe already pretty much knows what has happened. All you've got to do is explain it to Gerald. One, Gerald is totally different from Pheebs, and two, WHY do I keep on hearing the word 'explain'? One, you've got Arnold to help you, and two, well, uh, I don't know!

In unison, the two of them said, "All right, Gerald." Only one of them added an 'o' at the end.

Arnold started. "It all started after the party during the Day After. Well, actually, it all started on the FTI building. Uh, that's when Helga told me that she loved me, and, uh…"

"Basically, we both denied it happened. Of course, Arnold didn't believe me, and he wanted answers, I told him them, he got to know me better, and ta-da! Now we're an unofficial slash official couple." Arnold didn't exactly help me.

"Yeah, and, Gerald, you know what happened at the park and all, too. You were there."

Yes he did. Are you ever wrong? Not usually, no. Sometimes, but this time I wasn't.

Gerald put his hand on his best friend's shoulder and said, "Arnold, I have no earthly clue how exactly this all happened. Can you give me the details?" When Arnold nodded, the two of them walked down away from the two girls a ways and began to talk.

When Helga turned to Phoebe, she saw her gazing at Helga with impatience. "What?"

Phoebe sighed and said, "Helga, I apologize, but who is this Connie person that you spoke of in Arnold and yours' argument?"

Oh, okay, didn't expect that. This is your call. Uh, um, well, I guess we could tell her. When this is all over, no one will have much of a memory of me, if only vague. Huh! What? Okay, questions later. Criminy, take over, Connie!

Helga closed her eyes and when they were opened, Connie controlled them. She glanced at Phoebe and smiled. "Hi, Phoebe. I'm Connie."

Phoebe cocked one of her eyebrows and whispered, "Helga, your name is not Connie. Are you feeling all right?"

Connie shook her head. "No, Phoebe, I'm not Helga. I'm just in Helga's body." She sighed. It would be difficult to tell this to a girl of science. "I'm a conscience. I'm, well, Helga's advice giver. I give her some moral help, along with, um, others."

Connie! Oh, you know who I was talking about, did you? Are you the one who made me dream of Arnold giving me moral advice? No, but I helped. Are you serious! Look, your mind started it; I just gave it a finishing touch, okay? Remember, I am, basically, you.

"Um, Helga, I mean, uh, Connie."

Connie focused back on Phoebe. "Do you believe me?"

Phoebe bit her lip and looked up at Helga's face. "Well, I suppose. I mean, Helga does sometimes change her course of direction, and, well, Arnold has someone named 'Connor', so I don't suppose you both are, well, insane."

Connie leaned back slightly and crossed her arms approvingly. "Well, that was easier than I thought."

Suddenly, Phoebe's expression turned to a grave one. "Connie, Helga? Uh, could we discuss something?"

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"Let me get this straight, Connor. Somehow, you, a conscience, appeared after Arnold and Helga, well, discussed a little bit, and that you are Arnold's moral advice giver?"

Arnold's shoulders, which were now being used by Connor, shrugged. "Yeah, except part of that is just Arnold's personality, not mine."

Gerald dropped his jaw slightly and it seemed like he didn't believe it. Then, hesitantly, he nodded. "Okay. However crazy that is, I guess I believe you. Had no idea consciences could do stuff like that, but…" He looked back up at Connor. "Do you think I could talk to Arnold for a minute?"

Well, here we go… Okay. "Okay, Gerald, what's up?"

"Look, man, I'm sorry about everything! I didn't know that it would come to this, and I really didn't know you'd get to this point, and I'm sorry, and I just was laughing so hard I…"

"Gerald, snap out of it!" Arnold put his hands on both of Gerald's shoulders. "Look, I've forgiven you, okay? I was mad at you, and I guess the effects haven't worn off yet, but I've accepted your apology, okay?"

He nodded. "Yeah, okay." Arnold took his hands away and Gerald put his hands in his pockets. "So, what are you and Helga going to do?"

Okay, um, what was that? Why does him saying that seem weird? It may be because he's accepted it? Oh, yeah. You'll sink in a puddle, boy…

"Gerald, you haven't all ready accepted it, now, have you?" He smirked playfully at his best friend.

"Okay. Man, you've had a lot of crushes: Ruth, Connie, not Helga's, but the sixth grader, Ms. Felter, Lila, that summer girl, and that girl from Arnie's, Hilda. This one looks like you seriously like-like her, even though it's still hard to believe. I'm behind you every step of the way, buddy." He smiled back playfully. "You're a bold kid Arnold. A bolder than bold kid."

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"Phoebe, why'd you have to bring that up? I'm trying to ignore all of the kids in the cafeteria mocking and ridiculing me! I can hear them right now! Criminy, I hate this! What is wrong with Arnold and me liking each other? What! What!"

"Helga, Helga, calm down!" urged Phoebe. "You can endure this like everything else you have. Look, maybe you and Arnold should talk about how you are going to handle this privately; do you think I should summon Gerald?"

BRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!! (A/N: You didn't think lunch would go on forever now, did you?)

Helga looked straight at the speaker above the two of them. Oh, no. Don't listen to anybody, okay? Tough it out if it's needed, but otherwise, does what you did with Harold. Yeah, okay then. Fine. "Look, Pheebs, I'll talk to you later."

"Are you sure you're going to have the time? Won't you be walking home with your boyfriend, Arnold?"

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Oh, great. Man, no time to do what Gerald said! "Look, Gerald, I'll try and talk later, but we have to get to Mr. Packenham's room."

Gerald wasn't looking at Arnold, but past his shoulder. Arnold twisted around to see what was captivating his friend so much. "Oh, no. Rhonda, don't." As he whispered, he began subconsciencly walking toward the two of them and the small group that surrounded them. Connor…Boy, I have to do what I can to get this over with, all right? I have to go back to stored persona phase soon. All right, then. Just, well, help me out, okay? No problem, buddy.

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Helga slowly turned around the look in the light brown and perfectly mascara-applied eyes. "Lloyd."

Rhonda smirked. "I don't believe I've had a chance to tell you how happy I am for you."

Okay, what is up? She's got something up her sleeve. Yeah, totally. Oh, I'm so not going to appreciate this.

The taller, more fashion-coordinated girl's smile widened. "I mean, a really great candidate for a boyfriend just happens to like you. That's great news for you." She paused to take in her victim's confused and suspicious face. Then, barely audible, she muttered, "Of course, on Arnold's half, I don't know."

Helga glared at the person in front of her and kept quiet. It was a glare that was beyond anything she had once done, because it was full of coldness. How dare she say that! Now, Helga, clam down, it is no biggie. It's just her opinion, okay? Connie, you might have to take over before I do something to this self-appointed queen of gossip and princess of fashion. Okay. I'll just go to the point where you won't move, all right? Just…do it. Quick. Uh-oh. Uh-oh? What do you mean?

Helga was still in control of her body, but her rage was about to take over soon. Until…

"Hey, Rhonda. About what you asked Helga earlier, you know, about the whole walking home thing, it was already planned. Thanks for reminding me. Oh, and Phoebe and Gerald will be walking with us.""

Two voices, one female and one male, said this in unison: "We are?" Two of female origin said, "It was?"

Arnold nodded slowly and said, "Oh, and another thing. Wait, or two." He looked at Rhonda. "Maybe it isn't bad news on my part, and Helga, you still didn't answer my friend's question."

Helga nodded slowly. She knew who this 'friend' was. Also, seeing Arnold respond like that calmed her slightly, and seeing the look of amazement and shock on Rhonda's face for being out-talked…sort of.

A finger went up and a mouth dropped in preparation to speak. Rhonda walked up to Arnold and said, "Arnold, I don't know what caused you to do this, but I have an idea. Helga put you up to this, didn't she? She'll beat you up if you don't pretend, won't she?"

Arnold opened his mouth and shrugged. Then he said, "Who said I was pretending? I like her like her." His gaze turned to those standing in the circle around them. "All of you think it is so bad that I like Helga, but you never mess with Phoebe for being her best friend. Phoebe and I see the same thing that none of you see. It's because that you never even tried. Why not? You all got to know other people, so why is she any different? I know why, but I can't say." He glanced over at the girl still standing totally motionless, except for her chest and eyes moving. "It's up to her whether or not she can let it out."

Helga mouthed, very slowly, mind you, because people were still looking at the three of them, "I'm not ready". Arnold understood. Of course, it was only a week since she told him.

Rhonda leaned back slightly in a huff and brought up another subject. "Arnold, you saved the neighborhood. I would think that after that, you would want better than Helga. Especially since her dad was in on the act."

Helga didn't move a muscle.

Arnold tipped his head, but someone else beat him to the punch.

"We wouldn't have gone anywhere without Helga, Rhonda."

Helga finally moved. She looked at Gerald and shook her head quickly. "Gerald, no, don't say anything. You've done enough already."

Gerald looked like he was about to say something, but instead he said, "I'll talk to you later. Rhonda, you have no idea what went on back then, so don't accuse anyone, okay? Cool. It's settled."

Rhonda turned on her heel and began to leave. "Come on, Lila. We have to get to class."

Instead of following her close friend, Lila stayed put. Rhonda turned around and repeated, "Lila, Come on. We've wasted enough time with these brainwashed geeks."

Lila looked down at the ground and bit her lip. Then, she walked over quietly to Helga and whispered something in her ear. Oh, Helga was about to go mental from all of this, but instead, her arms fell limp and her mouthed dropped in awe. She whispered hoarsely something back, Lila smiled, and she walked on. After the excitement had left, the crowd moved on, some muttering and gossiping about how Rhonda might be right.

Arnold, Phoebe, and soon after, Gerald, walked over to the motionless and surprised Helga. "Helga," said Phoebe, "what did she say to you?"

Arnold shook his head. "I can't believe I ever liked her."

Gerald said quietly, "Come on, girl, what did she say?"

Helga finally choked out these words: "Arnold, I guess I was wrong about Lila…mostly. A little. She just told me 'I'm ever so happy you got what you wanted. Good luck.'"

BRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!  (A/N: Well, the in between period couldn't last forever, too.)

The four of them quickly ran in different directions to their lockers.

I just saw Holes, the best book/movie in the world! Oh, V-Day II and Through the CD are at my dad's computer, and I need to go there next weekend to get them uploaded. Sorry, don't hurt me! Oh, and, well, if anybody wants to be important (well, at least have a chance of getting a free plot and story, free of charge, and/or quicker updates), then check out the last chappie of "Hillwood Meets Chloe". There, you will find an equally IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE!!!!!! It has to do with that story and another story, Time to Switch. Well, until then, I wish you peace for you, your family, and our country.

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