Helga took a Yahoo and sat down on the stoop, while Frankie and the rest of the group laughed and joked. She could hear Agent Orange playing from a stereo…
They can't make things worse for me.
Sometimes I 'd rather die.
They can tell me lots of things.
But I can't say that I buy.
I know they know the way I think.
I know they always will.
But some day I'm gonna change my mind
Some times I'd rather kill.
Over in the corner, she saw Schlitz and his friends drinking and smoking pot. They we're stoned out of their minds, laughing at cars driving by and walking into walls and random objects.
Frankie was showing his Harley off to a bunch of sophomore girls. And Helga began to see clearly to the very heart of the group she was so desperately clinging to.
While Helga was walking one of Schlitz friends who was drunk came up to her and said, "Hey !"
Helga was appalled, and backed away from the guy. But the guy came closer and closer, till Helga was up against a wall. The guy smiled stupidly and began talking but Helga couldn't understand it.
Then one of the few guys who was still sober came and pulled the guy away from her and said, "What a Perv" than he looked at Helga and said," Come with me I'll get you out of this shit heap".
Helga was grateful and followed him to another group. Helga noticed one girl in the group, and wondered why she was never around before.
"Well, kid, we've got somethin' we want ya to do" the guy who had helped Helga said.
"What?" asked Helga, feeling apprehensive.
The guy smiled and said, "It ain't nothin' big. It's just my girl Darla here's been wantin' an new sound system" he put his arm around the girl Helga had never seen before, "And I don't get my…eh paycheck, for another few weeks. I was wonderin'… ya think you could just mosy on through that window there?" he pointed to a shop window.
"Y-you don't mean steal it, do you?" Helga dared to question, her voice becoming shaky.
"Naw, naw. You'll just go get it and I'll pay tha guy later"
Helga backed away, "No, I-I don't want to"
The group closed in around Helga.
"Aw, c'mon. Don't you wanna do somethin' to thank me for getting you away from that scum?"
Helga backed away more, "Y- You know you c-could just get it yourself, I-I mean inexperienced a-and…" Helga couldn't bring herself to say anymore as the group closed in tighter.
The guy was no longer smiling, "Look kid, either you do this for me or we'll rough you up way worse than the cops could ever"
Helga's heart began beating ridiculously fast. How did she get in this predicament? Why couldn't she have just stayed home? Just stayed in her bed?
Please God, if there is a God, even if you never answer me another time, please right now I need an angel. Please.
Helga half expected to see the sky open up and a heavenly light to shine down and smite all her foes. But nothing changed, except that her opposition closed in more.
Please.
Through the city mist Helga saw a figure approaching. She couldn't tell who or what it was, so she tried to ignore it…But she found she couldn't. Something about it was familiar. Something about the head…
Helga could hardly believe her eyes when the person stepped into the light.. Her hands were shaking, and her heart was beating fast, and for moment she forgot everything else, even the group of homicidal criminals closing in around her.
"…Arnold?"
His eyes moved up and met hers. "Helga?" he responded looking at her shocked by her situation.
"Help" Helga managed to choke out.
Arnold looked at Helga, her predicament barley beginning to sink in. In his eyes Helga saw simple confusion. Then realization leaped across those green orbs. He looked desperately around, for something, someone.
"Frankie!" He shouted to an area that was blocked from Helga's vision…
The rest was all a blur….
(Oh I should stop here, but the other chapters were so short and that would be far too evil)
Helga found herself sitting on the curb trying to gather her thoughts
What had just happened? Her head was swimming. One side of her head felt especially tender. For some reason, even though it hurt, she continued to touch her sore head. Just to see if it still hurt. Helga wondered if perhaps it's just human nature, or if it was a habit she had picked up. As she looked down at the black top, she tried to remember where she was. But her memory was blurry, and unspecific. She went down a list in her mind.
Olga came home for Christmas dinner.
They gave out presents.
I went to my room for some reason.
Then…someone came and got me?
No, I went with someone.
Who was it? Phoebe? No, I was on a motorcycle.
Phoebe doesn't have a motorcycle.
Helga dug deep through her mind, for some reason she couldn't find the memory on the surface.
Ah! Yes, Frankie, Frankie G.
Then what happened?...
Helga growled in frustration, and rubbed the temples of her throbbing head. She tried to compose her mind by taking a deep breath. It helped slightly, but she couldn't remember.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see the angel she'd prayed for.
"Helga are you okay?" Arnold asked his face full of concern.
Suddenly the whole night came flooding back into Helga's aching brain. The fake rescue, the pressure to steal, the threats, her prayer, and the angel- the one putting his hand on her shoulder- coming to her rescue, it was all Helga could do not to kiss him flat on the mouth. So she did the next best thing.
"Uh" Arnold grunted when Helga ran into him, "I need to put my bags down"
Helga hadn't noticed Arnold was still holding his luggage, and she did not care, she held on for dear life.
Helga could hear Arnold talking, but had absolutely no clue what he was saying.
"Helga" Arnold kept saying, it took a few times for Helga to respond.
She pulled away from him, and looked up to his face.
"I thought you were gone forever" she muttered.
Arnold just gave her a weird look.
So there she was, in the middle of a crowd, staring at Arnold. She had a horrible head ache, and she felt off balance, but she finally was ready to say it all…and make sure Arnold got the point.
This is it…
"Arnold, I still can't believe you don't get it. I mean I could understand you not knowing after that Romeo and Juliet play, in fact I can even understand you not knowing for sure after we saved the neighborhood. But c'mon! Surly you were a little confused after the talent show!"
"What is she getting at?" asked one of Frankie's remaining friends.
"I mean are you really that thick?" Helga felt like she could keep going on forever. Arnold interjected, but was caring about it all the same , "Helga, just say what your gonna say"
Oh come on Helga just say it, he looks so adorable like that…
The voice was back…again.
Helga took a deep breath, Out of the frying pan and in to the fire.
"Arnold, I love you. And really mean it. No I was just acting, no Heat of the moment excuses. I love you and I always will"
Helga expected a look of shock on Arnold's face. But all she got was a smile.
Arnold sighed happily, "I knew you'd say it sooner or later. I was getting myself sick wondering if you would ever tell me with out an excuse"
Helga blinked.
What? He already knew! But…but…
"Y-you already knew?" she asked with a little apprehension.
"Yeah, after the talent show I got it. I finally started to really understand."
Helga got a little angry," Then why didn't you say anything?"
"Because…well it may sound weird to you, but after I got to know Lila and stuff back in the 6th grade, I didn't like her anymore. I thought maybe the same could have happened with you" he smiled, "I guess I was wrong "
Helga had nothing to say, meaning she had no clue what to do next.
"Frankie, come over here" Arnold said.
Well now, are the chapters a little better lengthwise? I hope so.
Anyway the angel/prayer thing is something new I added from the original version (in fact I made a lot of changes from the original Nick .com "post-able" version), but I was baptized today so I'm in a godly mood. (Ya for me:)
Also I'm working on two new fanfics. I'm hoping they will be better than my other three, for some reason I can't get any of them to turn out the way I want them to. So I'm gonna plan and revise these more before I post 'em. One of them is the "Three-qaul" too this and Secrets. You don't necessarily have to read this one and Secrets to get the story, because I give enough detail. But it kindda stays inside this timeline I've devised.
It may be happy, it may be angsty. I'm not sure (that's why I'm writing it carefully)
The second, I'm not gonna say much about it because I'm still planning the plot out. But it's from a perspective very few people use.
Please Mr. Review/Go button wants you to click him, won't make him happy and review?
