Explanations

Why hasn't anybody reviewed last chapter? Something HUMONGOUS happened in it! Oh, wait, if you're reading this, you read that…but review that chappie if you forgot to, okay! I'm obsessed, I know…. Is there something wrong with this site? Is it just me that has this, because I can only read stories from before April 22? Is that happening with anyone else? If I am the only one, then I'm sorry for wasting your time.

Don't own it…but I wanted the responsibility. Oh, I can taste it! Oops! Don't own that phrase, either. Craig owns it all. Oh, how I desire to be him!

Helga was practically sprinting down Vine Street with her blue duffel bag hitting her on the backside with each step she took. Huffing and puffing her way there, with about seven blocks to go, she slowed down because something came to her realization.

Seven days! Could you believe it, Connie? Do you know how much you've helped me? Seven days and already he knows me! I'm very happy for you, Helga, really. Um, Connie? You are going to be okay if you have to go back to stored persona, right? Sure. I mean, hey, it is policy of what you call our guild. Besides, if you get into any really big emotional messes again, I can come back out! Yeah, well, in the meantime, I'm so excited! After all of this times of trying to sneak into his house to get things back, like my pink book, my locket, that answering machine tape…. Yeah, and now he's actually invited you to his house, I know. Do you know how you are acting? It is completely unlike you. You're acting like a boy-crazy teenager! Hey, soon it'll wear off. I mean, I'll still love Arnold, but I have to eventually get used to it. Uh, yeah, eventually. Shut up, Connie!

She looked up and realized that she was only one block away from Arnold's house. Suddenly she felt a little uneasy. What exactly was she supposed to do?   

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Arnold stood in the hallway, waiting and talking to a voice in his head. Oh, insane? No, because just as Helga had Connie, Arnold had someone too.

There's nothing to worry about, okay? Look, it's not like anything is going to happen! And what if something does? Look, I want to talk to her, but earlier, well, remember what could have happened?  If something happens? Well, uh, heh, it's funny that you'd mention that. What? Okay, I'm guessing that since you're in my head, I'm getting what some people would call a vibe. What, you mean like Stinky and the whole psychic thing? Connor, why is it funny? I don't think you're so immature to think that a kiss is funny. Not that kind of funny! It's more like a coincidental type of funny. Look, remember how I said that soon I'd have to go back into the depths of your own brain? What? You mean that when Helga and I kiss, you go away? Well, not in so many words, but yes. Great, Connor thanks for making this the time that you tell me!

"Um, Arnold, are you all right there, kid?"

Arnold looked up from his shoes to see Ernie Potts standing in front of him. "Hey, Ernie. What's going on?"

Ernie smirked. "I think that it's more of what's going on with you, huh, Arnold?" He chuckled just a little bit. "Looks like it's you who's got a little sweetheart on you hands now, huh?"

Arnold closed his eyes and sighed. "Ernie, look, I'm in a small dilemma at school, and now a new one just came up, and I'm really kind of crammed with stuff in my head, so I was wondering if you and the rest of the boarders could give me a break for a while, okay?"

Ernie got the message and left Arnold amongst his own personal thoughts. To quote your grandfather, 'Ah, youth'. Connor, look, Helga and me have a bunch of stuff to discuss, okay? I'll worry about this whole kiss-and-go-away thing later.

Ding-Dong.

Arnold jumped up and looked in the little peek-hole in the door. He was a sack of nerves right now, wasn't he?

As we all would know, it was none other than, you guessed it: Helga.

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"So, Arnold…um, about that whole thing with school and stuff…. How the hack are we supposed to get everyone over there to get used to this?"

Arnold was sitting on a chair across the room from Helga's bed, looking down at the floor (again). "I don't know. Our closest friends got used to it pretty quickly, but all of that taunting coming from Rhonda and Harold is about to drive me nuts!"

Helga sighed and flopped down on her pillow. "I know! If it weren't for Connie, I would have seriously damaged that perfect princess's face!" Helga looked up at Arnold, who was looking at her expectantly. "Hey, uh, I am still kind of tough, Arnold. Sorry."

Arnold shook his head with a smile on his face. "No, I'm sorry. That's something about you that I like." What! Did I just say that? Look, dude, it's been bound to happen. Remember that whole deserving thing? Oh, well, still. Look, there's no script for this. Just go with the flow, okay? Fine. I finally need advice from somebody.

Helga looked surprised, flustered, and suspicious. "Arnold, why do you like the tough part of me? I thought you hated that!"

Rolling his eyes and exhaling, he responded. "Helga, I don't like it when you take your toughness to total and brute force. I do wish that I could have at least some of your toughness. I mean, yeah, sure, I know, all kids have some of that, and I do, but I just want the part that gives you better judgment. I sometimes trust people I shouldn't trust, you know?"

Helga sat up and looked at Arnold. "Yeah, sometimes, but I wish I could have your niceness and advice-giving stuff."

"You want to be what you call a 'goody-two-shoes'?"

"Arnold, you help people. Sometimes it gets to that point where you go a little overboard, but I'm terrible at that kind of stuff."

"So…I guess that's why we like each other, than? Because there's stuff we've got in common and stuff that we look up to in the other."

Helga raised her eyebrow. "Okay, Arnold, that really seemed profound-ish and not dense."

"Hey, once again, I'm not always that way. Okay, sometimes, yeah, but still."

"Okay, Arnold. We've gone way off the subject here. Again I say: What are we going to do about the school problem?"

Arnold sighed and stood up, walking around the room. He really wished he knew. "Helga, how many times must we talk about this? There's no possible way we can make them accept. After a while, it has to die down and everybody will cut it out. In the mean-time, oh, wait, has Connie told you about what happens if we, um, uh, kiss?"

Helga leaned back and widened her eyes. She didn't expect that to come out of his mouth. She blinked and said, "Uh, yeah, she did. Bummer, huh?" She stood up and sauntered her way over to Arnold. "But, hey, look at the bright side, they'll still be in our heads, they just won't be able to talk."

After Arnold looked at her funnily, she said sternly, "What, why are you looking at me like that?"

When he cracked a smile and said, "You said 'look on the bright side'," Helga smiled and said, "Yeah, I guess I did. I need to start hanging out with Phoebe again, because you're wearing of on me."

Well, that certainly got a few hysterical laughs out of those two. After they received control of their diaphragm movement, they stood back up from their crouching and took a few deep breaths. Helga shook her head and said, "Okay, what about the whole 'kiss and go away' thing?"

Suddenly gaining back his seriousness, Arnold said, "Okay, I know this is going to sound really weird, but we, um, uh…" He started wincing from the embarrassment of what he was about to say. "We can't exactly kiss until it all blows over."

What the heck is he talking about?

What the heck are you talking about, man?

Helga cocked her head and closed her eyes trying to think of what to say to that. Man, it was hard. Helga. Just say 'Why do you say that?'.

"Arnold," she put her index finger and thumb on her temple and pushed it off, "why the heck did that come out of your mouth? Explain."

Well, you could say that, too, if you wanted to be more forward.

He shrugged and said, "Look, I don't know, but as long as Rhonda and Harold and Sid and everyone else is pushing us, I think it would be best if we kept Connie and Connor for a while. You know, to help us out. That's what they're here for anyway."

Helga didn't blink for a while. She just kept looking at Arnold strangely. She finally closed her eyes and said, "You know, Arnold, that was really weird, you know. 'We can't exactly kiss until it…' It was just bizarre in a certain way."

"Yeah, I guess so." He moved his hand to his mouth and yawned. "Whoa, what time is it? We still have school tomorrow, don't we?"

Helga closed her eyes half way and looked at her wrist, where, coincidentally, the only piece of clockwork was. "Wow, it's going to be eleven soon. Get out, Arnold, I'm tired, and I might just forget that I don't have to be mean to you if I don't get some sleep." She walked back over to her bed and lied back down and closed her eyes while still on top of the covers.

Arnold walked over to the door and was about to leave when he said, "Hey, you want something to snack on first? We've got chips, cereal, pork r-"

"NO!" Helga bolted upright in her bed and held her hands out as if Arnold were the devil. Seeing Arnold's face and his surprised look, she regained her lungpower and put her eyes back to regular size. "I mean, no, Arnold. I-I-I don't like eating things right before I go to bed." She mentally wiped her forehead and said 'Phew'.

Arnold shrugged what just happened off his shoulders, said good night to Helga, (which was returned by her) and closed the door. Helga stood up and turned the light off. The glow from nearby streetlights and buildings illuminated her way back to her bed, where she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

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Arnold, however, stayed up a little longer that night. After climbing up the retractable staircase up to his room and changing into his blue pajamas, he placed his head on his pillow and looked up through his skylight. That was always his favorite part of the room; he could see out into the city and see anything that crossed over the sky from that single spot. He stared dreamily up through the glass and thought to himself…well, and one more person.

Okay, look, Connor, why didn't you tell me this beforehand? What? Oh, you mean the whole 'kiss and go away' situation? Yes. Well, you and Helga seem to have it all figured out, so if you don't mind, consciences need their sleep too, so… I meant can you explain to me why you have to go THEN. Oh, right. Well, according to the unofficial rule book, when dealing in the matters of an emotion such as romance, when the two in question kiss, that basically means that our up front needs are no longer needed and we must go back to stored persona. Well, I guess that makes sense. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to rest up for tomorrow. Oh, right, tomorrow….whatever.

And with that, there wasn't a sole person in the Sunset Arms boarding house that wasn't escaping into the depths of their own private dreams.

So, what d'you think about it? Not as many people are reading as before in the earlier stages, so I want to know if its lost its charm or not. Absolutely no one reviewed last chapter, but if any reviews this chapter, I'll be happy. Now, anyways, I've finished, and you guys can go ahead and click the little button next to the thing that says 'Review Story' and, well, review the story! Much appreciated. Happy Memorial Day, and Summer vacation is almost here!

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