Love Pot-POISON! Chapter Three, a hey arnold fanfic

Hey guys Melody here and I'm back with another chapter! I hope this one is ok so far and I hope you guys love it as much as I do! The poem in the chapter took a while to finish and that's why this chapter took so long to make. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy the chapter! And of course I don't own Hey Arnold! it belongs to Craig Barrett!

After a few subjects later in the class, English soon was next, and Mr. Simmons spoke up still with a cheerful smile and voice. "Alright class! Now for the last special subject of the day, English! Isn't that exciting? Now I know that you all want to go home. So just for English today, I'll just be reading another poem as an example since it's been a while!" All of the student's groaned in tiredness as they all wanted to go home, but they were all a little happy that that that was the only thing they have to do. And that was to listen to a sappy poem. Mr. Simmons grabbed a sky blue color paper from a small stack of other little paper's. "And the poem was written by…" Mr. Simoons mumbled the name on the blue paper to himself and then smiled brightly. "And again, it's actually been a while, by Anonymous!" Arnold, who finally calmed himself down and was still really confused and a little embarrassed about his behavior around Helga, perked up by the mention of word, 'Anonymous', since it's been a while.

Ever since the FTi confession, Helga mentioned something to Arnold about 'volumes of books with poems' about him and a few weeks later of school, he realized that the Anonymous poems are from Helga. Arnold couldn't help but feel rather fond of them, in fact, he was a little flattered. He didn't realize how much Helga adored him, after Helga confessed that she loved him, and Arnold never knew that a girl could feel that way about him before! He couldn't help himself but feel attracted to the poems. Sure they were corny and gushy, but that was another side of Helga that he been wanting to see. A kind, sensitive, and sweet side that Helga G. Pataki secretly had and that Arnold knew about. Of course he'd never say any of this Gerald or anyone else. If he told someone that the Anonymous poems are from Helga, then word will quickly spread and it will end up with the students of P.S. 118, and the students will make fun of and bully Helga. Arnold couldn't let that happen to her and if it did, he would never forgive himself. But he'll make sure that won't happen because if he let it happen, the other kids will eat Helga alive! And Helga might also beat Arnold up too.

Arnold got out of his lost of thought as he heard a small sharp gasp behind him and heard a slap like it was on the forehead. He can tell that was Helga being nervous, but a little confused about the slap part but shrugged it off, since it's been happening a few later weeks ago after saving the neighborhood last year. He was used to it and he can tell she gets nervous every single time her poem was read out loud. Arnold also couldn't help but feel a wave of nervousness in him as well for a while since after a few Anonymous poems were being red out loud in class. And he couldn't help but show it everytime as he hoped and prayed that he won't be obvious in the poem. Just like right now. His forehead was sweating, along with his hands were sweating and shaking, his stomach couldn't help but keep flipping and turning, and he breathe a little heavily and blushing slightly as Mr. Simmons was reading the poem out loud. Arnold, who has couldn't help but imagine for the past year since after a few weeks later of saving the neighborhood, then imagined Helga reciting the poem for him and him alone with a smile. But as the poem continued, Arnold's smile then dropped as a few certain words came out of the teacher's mouth and he couldn't help but blush and breathe heavily more and more.

A few minutes before Arnold perked up at Helga's blue poem…

As Helga was relieved that this was the last subject of the day, she was used to her Anonymous poems being read out loud. She didn't gasp or jumped in her seat at the mention of Anonymous and poem in the same sentence. Helga got nothing to worry about. She continued to lay back in her seat as she got nothing else to do and went looking for her blue sky paper that had her beloved's name in it in her backpack. The poem on the paper was written last night and she couldn't stop gushing inside by the inspiration she had and felt about this ENTIRE week! Helga knew that her writing Arnold's name in a poem would be fine since last year Arnold had her little pink book. Back then, he actually didn't mind that every poem had his name in it, even though he never said it out loud or to anybody else. But what she DIDN'T mind NOW is having his name in a poem WHILE Mr. Simmons was reading IT out loud. If one of her poem's, that actually has her true love's name in it, actually get read out loud in class, then Arnold would be made fun of for WEEKS! And Helga couldn't forgive herself if her beloved would feel embarrassed by his own friends. Heck, even practically the fifth AND sixth grade! But Helga wasn't dumb enough to actually do that! That'll NEVER happen! Not on Helga G. Pataki's watch! Helga kept on going through her stuff in her backpack as she couldn't help but feel scared a little inside. 'Where is it?' Helga said in her mind. 'Where is that paper?' Helga could feel a sickening lurch in her stomach and feeling her heart stop as the next thought came to her. 'W-Wait...does...does Mr. Simmons have…? No! No that's ridiculous! There's NO WAY I would turn that in! I'm WAY too smart and sneaky to do something DUMB like tha-!'

Flashback into last week…

As Helga was getting her poem from her backpack to turn it in for this week last, since she was the last one in her class to go home, she couldn't help but admire Arnold from afar. He and Gerald were at the doorway talking. Arnold then was starting to laugh at what Gerald said, and Helga felt the corners of her mouth curling into a little smile. She started to imagine of her and Arnold at the Valentine's Day dance coming up from two friday's now. Him and her being together, ignoring everyone else around them, looking into each others eyes romantically, their hands intertwining, etc etc. She just wish that could happen but it only happens in her dreams. As she was daydreaming about her and her beloved together at the dance, she grabbed a piece of paper she thought that it was her poem she had to turn in. Helga got up and turned it in with a dreamy expression. Mr. Simmons looked at Helga with confusion, with her not saying a word, as she got her stuff and walked out of class as she went on her way going home. Mr. Simmons looked and started reading the poem real quick. After he read it, he smiled. "Well I guess she's ready to ask him next week. Hope Arnold's ready for this kind of hehe imaginary affections." Mr. Simmons chuckled to himself as he put the paper with the other stack of poems. And the paper was a certain BLUE paper.

Back to the present…

Helga's blue sky eyes then went wide and her face went a bright scarlet. She quickly looked over to see if Mr. Simmons he has her blue paper. Helga was right as she gasped sharply and growled quietly to herself. She then face-palmed her forehead in embarrassment and in anger. 'Curse you and your stupid boyish natural charms Football Head!' He had it in his hand and he was still standing while waiting for each student to settle down. When everyone was silent, Mr. Simmons then started to read the poem LOUD and CLEAR. 'Oh...my...gosh…!'

"My God of the beautiful Earth"

Everytime I look up at the sky that's so blue

I only have one thing for a thought

I dream about it night and day

And it's about you my little love god.

How your little blue accessory on your wide head is the heavens

And that you look like a god

But everytime I worship you and your kindness

I'm always in awed.

Oh how your cornflower hair is like the shining ray of the sun

Your emerald green eyes are like the beautiful nature you bestow

I'm like your strong yet beautiful Juliet

And your like my dashing and romantic Romeo.

Oh how I want to place perfect kisses all over your wide god-like head

And how much I dream that can give you loving and caring hugs without being stuck

But alas I cannot give you such loving and romantic affections

But I hope that I can give it to you one day with enough luck.

Oh how I want to flirt and spend time with you normally without hiding in the shadows

But I can't with the mockery of being in the way

So for now I'll just be in my dreams of love and romance

And hoping that you and I will stay that way every day

I love you more than Roses

and I love you more than chocolate or cake

So I was wondering and hoping if you want to be

My Valentine's day dance date?

Meet me at the big open field at the park on Sunday

So I'll know your answer and no one will see us that way

I hope we can be together forever in bliss

And share it with a romantic and loving kiss.

I want to show you one day about how much I love you my darling

But I'm afraid you'll reject me with a tendency of hurling

So my beloved I must go before I startled,

you, my one and only true love Arnold.

Everyone looked in awe as their jaws were dropped and they slowly turned to Arnold. Arnold blushed a dark crimson on his cheeks as his jaw was dropped to almost his desk in shock while looking at the blue paper. His hands were on the edge of his desk, gripping the edges tightly in shock and embarrassment. Usually with Helga's poems, they were always about how Arnold's looks and actions were admired, like it was just like an ordinary regular love poem ANYBODY would've made for someone they cared and loved for, but this? Oh THIS was REALLY something out of all the poem's Arnold has heard and it was up to a WHOLE new level! 'M-me being dashing and r-romantic to...h-her...Flirt...hugs...k-k-kisses...ro...mance and...l-love….Helga...d-doing those things...to m-me-' He then suddenly imagine HELGA doing those things to HIM. 'Her flirting with me instead of threatening me...her passing love notes to me in class instead of throwing spitballs...her hugging me instead of shoving, Helga...kissing m-me...in public...a-and in front of...the class...with her lips...that soft part of her flesh...her lower lip...how it...looks soft and pink when it pouts...and kinda cute and pretty...like a rose...she...she's...just like a ro-'

CRASH!

Arnold got out of his seat and breathed heavily and quickly, causing all of the stuff on his desk AND the desk itself to fall to the ground with a loud crash! Arnold grasped his sweater, not knowing over his beating, and he felt even MORE confused, fluttering heart, with his right hand and the other clenched into a fist on his sweater on his left side and continued to breathe heavily while his body was shaking as his stomach was filled with butterflies. 'What...the...HECK DID I JUST SAY?!' He quickly looked to the other kids in the class with his emerald green eyes going wide, causing him to stop breathing, and blushed more darker crimson as he saw what he did to his stuff and the desk as Arnold cleared his throat and breathed heavily once again. Helga was REALLY sunked into her seat with her covering her bright red face while shaking in fear with her notebook. 'Oh somebody just shoot me! Kill me now! I wanna die of embarrassment in a HOLE!' She then couldn't help but eye her beloved with curiousness as he his face was a dark red, making her blush a little more as well. No one noticed her physical state as they were all still staring at Arnold weirdly but mostly amused. Gerald the whole time was in the same state of shock as everybody else in the class before Arnold knocked over his desk. And Phoebe, who got out of the shock from before what Arnold did, put her hand up to her mouth, covering it, and tried not to giggle at not only the poem that Helga wrote, but mostly Arnold's reaction to it and his now flustered and embarrassed appearance. There was nothing but silence in the classroom except Arnold's, shaking and less normal, breathing, and his heart beating like a jackhammer. Mr. Simmons smiled at Arnold, though he was a little worried about him, as he spoke to the young boy. "Well Arnold I guess you got a secret admirer that's in this very class!" As Mr. Simmons went back to his desk to finish grading some papers, every student in the classroom gasped in surprise and QUICKLY went to Arnold, except two girls. Then suddenly, all of the student's were all up in Arnold's face, started talking at once, asking questions, and of course mostly teasing comments to Arnold. Even some whistling and some congrats to him.

Oh this can NOT be good!

"Awww Awwwnooold'sss got a SECRET ADMIIIRRRERRRR! BWAHAHA!" "Gosh Arnold I'm so happy for you! Your so lucky! I wish I was that lucky with true love!" "Oh my Arnold darling! I never knew that you had such a way with girls!" "Oh Arnold! It's ever so sweet that a girl in our class loves you! And asked you to the dance too! It's just oh so romantic!" "Awwwww someone in here got bitten by the love bug! Hehe your face is so red though Arnold!" "Man though Arnold! Now THAT was REALLY corny and mushy! I even felt like gagging a little! Hey! Maybe it's the same girl that owns the little pink book from last year man! And what the HECK is up with love god and god-like head?! Hahaha!" "Boy howdy Arnold, I wish I had such luck with the ladies!" "Willikers Arnold! This girl loves ya so much more than I love lemon puddin!" "Woot woot go Arnold! Hey maybe you can help me win my Rhonda? It will be a big help from one Casanova from another am I right?"

Meanwhile, Arnold stood there frozen in disbelief at his classmates comments as his face was getting more and more a darker shade of red, if that was even humanly possible! He wished that all of this will end already so that he could go home! Thankfully, specifically to Arnold and Helga, the bell ranged and everyone walked out of the classroom."See you on Monday LOVER BOY! Hahaha!" "Haha boy howdy! Good one!" Phoebe looked at Helga with a smile. "Helga? Gerald will be walking me home today ok?" Helga, trying her best to get out of here, replied quickly. "Y-yeah yeah sure Pheebs go on ahead." She said to her as Helga frantically and shakily shoved her stuff inside her backpack as she desperately wanted to get out of the same room with Arnold. Helga can NOT just deal with this right now! Gerald stood in front of Arnold as Phoebe was standing next to him. Arnold was still breathing heavily while picking up the desk and his stuff and the desk from the ground. "Arnold I'm gonna walk Phoebe home alright? And remember, don't forget about that new game opening at the Arcade on Sunday ok man?" Arnold nodded with a nervous smile with his face still scarlet and not paying attention to his best friend as he was trying to calm himself down.

Gerald and Phoebe left the classroom with each a smile, leaving Arnold and Helga the only two student's in the classroom. "Criminey!" Arnold heard Helga whispered in annoyance as he saw scattered and crumbled papers all over the floor as Helga started picking them up. He started helping Helga until she spoke up with a nervous voice. "U-Um Arnold?" He looked up at her, her face was a bright red as he couldn't help but admire her face a little, by how her makeup showed off more of her beauty to him. But his blush increased as he shook it off. Arnold smile kindly at her as he gave her her papers. "Y-Yes Helga?" Helga sighed as she stood up and put all of the papers back in her backpack. "Um can we uh just forget that happened? The poem I mean." Arnold looked at her confused for a few seconds until he smiled at her understandably. 'She must feel embarrassed about it. I can understand that.' "Of course Helga." He heard Helga sighed in relief. "T-thanks Arnoldo." Helga said trying to sound casual, but her nervousness got the best of her. She then cleared her throat as Helga walked to the door with her backpack on her back and turned to see Arnold. He was grabbing his backpack as well with a smile. "Well uh...see you in the papers Football Head." Helga said in her sarcastic voice with half a smile as she headed down the hall. Arnold frowned a little. 'Was she that embarrassed about the poem and the question?' Arnold hoped that Helga was going to be ok. He sighed as he headed out of the classroom and down the hall as well to get out of the school building to go home.

As the spring breeze was flowing in the air, Gerald and Phoebe were walking in silence as they didn't know what to say to each other while looking down on the concrete sidewalk. But as they were in silence however, Phoebe was having trouble on how to help Helga. 'If Helga wanted to help me and my date with Gerald, then she had to go undercover so Gerald won't know about her! But if she went to the dance alone, she'll be alone and probably be made fun of on how Arnold asked Helga to the dance. But if she went with Arnold, then the other kids will make fun of her AND Arnold too! There's gotta be something I can-!'

CRASH!

"OOF!"

THUMP!

A few minutes with Gerald as Phoebe started on thinking on what to do…

Gerald was REALLY confused about Arnold today. 'First he goes and act like a spaz at lunch, he asks Helga to the dance, but as a friend of course, and he scowls at his friends, even though he was trying to make a point, then he freaks out all because a girl in our class LOVES him! I just don't get it! Was Arnold alright or something? Was he still struggling to go to the dance and help me out with my date with Phoebe without a date? And what the HECK is going on with him and Helga? What could be-?

CRASH!

"OOF!"

THUMP!

Back to the present…

Gerald and Phoebe looked up to see who they bumped into and Phoebe quickly recognized the person! It was Madame Blanche! The older looked at the older women looked at the two children and gasped as she dusted herself off. She helped Gerald and Phoebe with a kind smile. "Oh! I'm so sorry you two! Are you alright?" The two children dusted themselves off as Phoebe smiled at the lady in front of her. "Oh I'm ok Madame Blanche! I guess we...got a little distracted. But I guess you got so distracted with that book you were holding we three bumped into each other."

Madame Blanche blushed slightly as she smiled nervously. "Oh hehe sorry kids but I was just reading the history of Valentine's Day! You see, the holiday started when..." As Gerald and Phoebe were still standing while Madame Blanche was explaining the meaning of the holiday, Gerald dragged Phoebe, pulling her to the side as Madame Blanche was reading the story from the book, and not looking as Phoebe looked at him in confusion. Gerald then walked to her and whispered, "Sorry Phoebe but I'm really tired and I'm too tired to listen to some old history you know?" Phoebe then looked at him with a blank expression. But after a few seconds, Phoebe nodded at him. After what happened today with Arnold and Helga, she really didn't want to deal with anything else. As Phoebe and Gerald were sneakily walking past Madame Blanche, the older woman said something that made both the kids stop on their tracks. "Oh and did you know that this holiday go off to it's start because of a LOVE POTION?" Phoebe's eyes went wide in surprise as well as Gerald's. "Did you say...a LOVE potion?"

Phoebe said as if the word 'love' was like a foreign word. She and Gerald turned to the lady behind them. Madame Blanche smiled at them. "Mhm! It's true! It even has the recipe!" Madame Blanche flipped through a few pages until she stopped at a page where it had a male and female smiling at each other romantically with half a heart in their eyes and it has steps to make the potion below the picture, including the potion that looks like a pink substance with heart bubbles coming out of the small glass. "And HOW do you know if this potion work's or not? I mean around here, I'm the Keeper of Urban Legends and I have NEVER heard about some crummy love potion. So this has to be fake right?" Gerald asked curiously. Madame Blanche's smile grew a bit as she explained. "Because I've seen it before! But if you think I'm lying then here YOU take it and try it out!" The woman then gave the book to the two kids as Gerald quickly gave it to Phoebe with a disgusted and annoyed look. "I am NOT dealing with potions and stuff. Too much work and I am EXHAUSTED. You take it babe ok?" Phoebe then thought of something. 'Maybe...maybe THIS is the answer to the solution! Making Arnold and Helga fall in love with each other it's perfect! But if Helga found out, she'll never forgive me!...No...I'm doing this for her and she'll be happy that I did this! And I have a feeling that Arnold feels SOMETHING for Helga, so his deep emotions will just easily come out and show! Yeah!' Phoebe nodded to herself independently as she put the book in her backpack. She looked back at the other two as she took Gerald's hand, causing him and herself to blush slightly. "Well we better go Madame Blanche. Goodbye!" Madame Blanche waved and said goodbye at the two kids as Phoebe and Gerald started walking to Phoebe's house as she slowly came up with a plan to help Helga with Arnold.

A while later in her room on this Friday night after all that's happened between Arnold and Helga, Phoebe red over the recipe for the love potion as she was sitting on her bed while crossing her legs. "First get a clean and fresh feather of a dove, carefully cut off the soft parts of the feather, and put it into a cup. Get two bright colored rose petals, mix and break it down until its powder, and also add it to the cup. Add chocolate milk to the cup until the cup is full. And mix it all together with the stem of a rose. Hmmm sounds easy enough." Phoebe continued rereading the recipe as she was writing it all down on a piece of paper. A few minutes later, Phoebe yawned and checked the time as it was 8:00 PM. "Oh my! Maybe I should head to be-"

RING!

Phoebe then blinked as she sees her phone ringing. She looked confused. 'Who could be calling me at this hour?' Phoebe then picked up the phone and began to speak while continuing to write down the recipe of the love potion. "Hello this is Phoebe Heyerdahl. How may I-?" "Pheebs it's me Helga." Phoebe then blinked in surprise as she stopped writing and smiled while shaking her head. 'Of course she'll call at this hour. After everything that's happened today, I had a feeling she needed someone to talk to.' "Hello Helga. Is everything ok?" Phoebe asked. There was silence on the line for a few moments until there was a tired sigh on the other line. "No Pheebs. I just...don't know what to do...after everything that's happened today and especially with 'i-ice cream', I just...I don't know...But have you come up with anything? Any ideas?...Anything?" Helga asked with a nervousness in her voice with a touch of plead. Phoebe thought and thought on what to say to Helga. Should she tell the truth to her? Will Helga disagree with the idea? 'No!' Phoebe thought in her mind firmly. 'After Helga's done for me over the years, it's the least I could do for her as a friend! Besides she's not the only person who can be sneaky as well. What could possibly go wrong?'

Phoebe then responded back to Helga with a smile. "I'm afraid not Helga. I'm sorry but I know what will cheer you up!" Helga responded back as the tone of her voice was suspicious and a little bit of annoyance. Little did Phoebe know, Helga just wanted to relax for the weekend and take a break from helping Phoebe with her date with Geraldo and ESPECIALLY take a break from Arnold. "And what's that?" Phoebe spoke up again with a reassuring voice. "How about we go to the park on Sunday?" Helga, who was silence a few seconds, spoke again on the other line, "Wait what? Why there?" Phoebe then speaked back still with a smile on her face. "Oh well it's just that when I'm tired or stress I always go to the park, especially the open field so I can enjoy the peace and quiet and also the weather. It's relaxing and I should go with you as well for the relaxation. I may even set up a picnic!" 'And it's the spot to where Arnold will be there for most likely to talk to Helga while they eat! It's perfect!' There was silence once again on the other line until Phoebe heard a "Hmmm..." as it sounded like it was thinking. There were a few seconds of silence until Helga speaked up again. "Wait Pheebs why on a Sunday though?" Helga responded to Phoebe on the other line. Phoebe then replied back with a smile. "Oh I have a LOT of errands to run for my parents Helga so kindly please don't bother me ok? I'll be VERY busy tomorrow!" Helga replied back with her voice sounding a little bewildered. "Eh alright Phoebe. And the park thing sounds like a plan! Anyway I gotta go to bed ok? Goodnight Pheebs." "Goodnight Helga." They both hanged up and they started getting ready to go to bed. Phoebe put away the book and paper and pencil, put it in her desk, and went to bed as she knows what she'll be doing a whole lot of work tomorrow.

A few hours ago as Helga was on her way home…

As Helga was walking home, she sighed as she wiped off the make up with a paper towel she got in the girl's bathroom while she was walking down the halls of the school while going home. She finished wiping it off as she started putting her hair back in her pigtails. As Helga was done with her appearance, she looked up and her heart skipped a beat, as she saw the side of Arnold's boardinghouse. She quickly wet to the alleyway and looked over a Arnold's window at the fire escape. She then started to speak loudly to herself. "Oh Arnold! I cannot bear to see you this embarrassed! How I wanted to march up to your door and comfort you in your time of need! Oh how our friends tells you such words! If only I can just walk up to them and tell them the truth about me loving you, if only I could express the feeling I have for you freely, if only-!"

WHEEZE…

Helga then stopped her monologue as she heard wheezing behind her as she growled with a scowl and punched Brainy in the face, causing him to fall backwards with a CRASH!, and while he was in one of the trash cans. Helga walked out of the alleyway as she went on her way home. Later that night, Helga was in her purple nightgown while laying on her bed on her stomach and writing some more poems from the inspiration she got from today with a dreamy expression. At least a few good things came out today for her. Helga then sighed as she decided to call Phoebe. After what happened today, she needed a friend to talk to and who better than Phoebe. As Helga finish dialing the number, she put it to her ear and waited for Phoebe to pick up.

RING!

After a few rings, the phone then made clicking sound as Helga van hear Phoebe's voice. "Hello this is Phoebe Heyerdahl. How may I-?" "Pheebs it's me Helga." Helga said interrupting her friend as Phoebe then replied back to her. "Hello Helga. Your calling me rather late. Is everything ok?" Phoebe asked. There was silence on Helga's line for a few moments until she let out a tired sigh. "No Pheebs. I just...don't know what to do...after all that's happened today and especially with 'i-ice cream' I just...I don't know...But have you come up with anything? Any ideas?...Anything?" Helga asked with a nervousness in her voice with a touch of plead.

There was moment of silence until Phoebe then responded back to Helga. "I'm afraid not Helga. I'm sorry but I know what will cheer you up!" Helga responded back as the tone of her voice was suspicious and a little bit of annoyance. To be honest, Helga just wanted to relax for the weekend and take a break from helping Phoebe with her date with Geraldo and ESPECIALLY take a break from Arnold. She just wanted to forget EVERYTHING today! ESPECIALLY that stupid poem! Heck, even certain good parts of today! "And what's that?" Phoebe spoke up again on the other line. "How about we go to the park on Sunday?" Helga raised a brow as she wa silent for a few seconds as she was thinking, 'Why there of all places? Why not go to Slausen's or something?' She then said, "Wait what? Why there?" Phoebe then speaked back. "Oh well it's just that when I'm tired or stress I always go to the park, especially the big open field so I can enjoy the peace and quiet and also the weather. It's relaxing and I should go with you as well for the relaxation. I may even set up a picnic!" There was silence once again on Helga's line until Helga was lost in a deep thought. "Hmmm...". 'I don't know about this...what if the others will see me and tease me about Arnold asking me to the dance?...Oh that won't happen since they're so focused on the poem so sure why not? I could use that after all that's happened today. And if I see Arnold or anyone else from the school, I'll just run home and stay in my room! Easy! But hold on a sec...why on a Sunday?' "Wait Pheebs why on a Sunday though?" Helga responded to Phoebe on the other line. There was another few seconds of silence until Phoebe replied back with a smile. "Oh I have a LOT of errands to run for my parents Helga so kindly please don't bother me ok? I'll be VERY busy tomorrow!" Helga replied back with her voice sounding a little bewildered about Phoebe's enthusiastic answer, but she couldn't care less to where she was tired from all that's happened today as she just shrugged it off. "Eh alright Phoebe. And the park thing on sunday sounds like a plan! Anyway I gotta go to bed ok? Goodnight Pheebs." "Goodnight Helga." They both hanged up and they started getting ready to go to bed. As Helga was laying in her bed, she just kept on thinking on what Phoebe said to her. 'I really do hope that works. I just want to take a break from everything for a while. I hope Phoebe knows that.' Helga took out her locket from inside her nightgown and smiled at it. "Goodnight my little love god..." Helga then put the locket back into her nightgown, little did she know over her heart, and drifted off to sleep with a small smile on her face.

A few hours ago after Arnold left the school for home…

As Arnold was walking home, he couldn't stop thinking about all that happened today. 'What is WRONG with me?! Why am I acting like this? This has been happening for a few times this week and I don't know why! And how come Helga turned that in?! I mean I don't mind her turning in her poems, but why did she turn one in with MY NAME on it? So she can get back at me for the way I asked her to the dance?...Though I gotta admit I kinda do deserved it. After how I asked Helga, I may have embarrassed her enough. She's probably still angry at me for doing that...' Arnold sighed as he opened the boarding house door and a group of animals came out. As Arnold went inside, he can hear his Grandma from the kitchen laughing maniacally. He then sees her appear out of the kitchen as she was wearing a safari getup with a net. "Hehehe! Time to hunt for supper tonight!" She then turned to Arnold. "Oh hello kimba! How was your trip to the safari?" "School was good Grandma." He said as he looked down with a frown. Suddenly Arnold then sees his Grandpa come out from the kitchen as well. "Well hello there Shortman! How was school?" "School was good Grandpa." He said as he still looked down with a frown, but this time with an annoyed tone. Phil then recognized that tone in his grandson's voice. "Having girl troubles again Shortman? With a certain girl that has the pink bow and one eyebrow?" Phil said with a sly smile. Arnold blushed a bright red as his eyes widened and stood frozen. He quickly cleared his throat and his blush grew a little as he replied. "U-uh yeah Grandpa...H-helga." Phil then laughed at his grandson's reaction. "Hehehe! Sorry Arnold. Just having fun with you is all! Anyway, what seems to be the problem?" Phil asked Arnold as they sat in the living room to talk. Arnold's Grandma spoke up again. "Well I better start making supper! See you two adventures in a bit!" Gertie then cackled as she started making dinner in the kitchen.

Arnold sat down on the couch as he took a deep breath and let it out trying to calm himself. He then began to speak. "W-Well uh Grandpa. Today Gerald asked Phoebe to the Valentine's Day dance for next friday and he wants me to be there for him so he can know what he's doing while on the date. And the same thing with Phoebe and Helga. Helga and I needed fake dates so I asked her during lunch using my-…well uh...m-my...um..." Arnold was trying to find the right words to say to his Grandpa as he was tripping over his words and he was getting tongue tied too while blushing a lot. Phil then chuckled to himself as he responded to the young boy next to him. "Let me guess. Did you flirt with the girl and maybe, I don't know, swept her off her feet with a serenade? Hehehehe!"

"G-Grandpa!" Arnold exclaimed while his emerald green eyes went wide and blushed red with embarrassment. After a few minutes of laughing, Phil wiped a tear away with a smile while he was holding his side. "Phew! Sorry Shortman again. So DID you flirt with her?" Arnold sighed in exhaustion as he rubbed his temples with thumb and index finger. Though he couldn't help but felt a small smile on his face while chuckling a little to himself as he imagined his way of asking Helga. Rather than being embarrassed, he found it kinda funny. Boy he felt ridiculous doing that! As Phil asked the question to his grandson, Arnold blushed a little more as looked away from his Grandpa, frowning once again. "W-Well uh I...kinda did. B-but I only used my...um c-charm so I could get her guard down." Phil then nodded at him. "Ah ok Arnold. But and you don't have to answer right now I embarrassed you enough already, but HOW exactly did you flirt with Helga?" He then again smile slyly to him again as Arnold blushed a bit more. "I-I'll tell you later Grandpa. I need to go and do homework." Arnold said as he quickly got up from the couch and headed to his room before his grandfather say anything else embarrassing involving with Helga. "Ok Arnold and little advice when your d-doing homework!" Phil said from the living room as he tried not to burst into laughter again. "Just don't go d-daydreaming of KISSING Helga while your at it!" Phil then laughed as he hold his side with one of his hands as heard a flustered and a panic voice saying "G-GRANDPA!" from up the stairs. A few minutes after he finished laughing, Grandpa Phil let out a few chuckles as he went to the kitchen to help his wife make dinner. "Hehehe! I'm such a willy old coot!"

A few hours ago at night with Gerald…

As Gerald was in his room in his pj's, after he got done with his homework, ate dinner, took a shower, Jamie'o making fun of him and Timberly teasing him about walking Phoebe home only a few hours ago, he sat down on his bed sighing. Gerald thought that today was EXTREMELY weird at school. Especially on how Arnold was acting! How he was acting and talking weirdly and the way he acted towards HELGA of all people! Maybe it's because for the fact that Arnold was stressing on what to do for a fake date to help Gerald with his date with Phoebe on the Valentine's Day dance? Gerald sighed as he was starting to get to bed. After all that happened today, he needed to catch some sle-

RING!

Gerald then hear his phone ringing. "Who could be calling me at this time?" He picked up the phone and began to speak into it. "Hello?" "Gerald it's me Arnold!" There was a few seconds of silence until Gerald spoke up on the other line. "Arnold, you DO realized what time it is right? I was about to head to bed too." There was a few moments of silence until Arnold speaked again on the other line. "S-sorry Gerald but I need to talk to you." Gerald sighed as he spoke on his line. "Alright Arnold. So what did you need? After all that's happened today, I had a feeling you needed someone to talk to and who other than your best friend right?" Arnold and Gerald laughed a little as Arnold speaked. "W-Well I was curious if maybe...can we cancel on going to the Arcade on Sunday?" There was a few moments of silence as Gerald spoke up again. "Let me guess. You want to see who is mystery girl is behind the sappy love poem?" He said in a mocking voice. Arnold then sighed. "Gerald you do realize what happened today right? A girl actually lo-! I-I mean like likes me! I HAVE to know who this girl is!" Gerald shook his head with a smile. "Alright man! But if it's a prank or somethin, let me know and I'll call my man Fuzzy Slippers!" Arnold then laughed as he spoke up again. "Hehe thanks Gerald I owe you one. And...I have a pretty good feeling about this girl...she's...something..." Arnold's voice then trailed off. There was another few seconds of silence on Arnold's line until Gerald sighed once again. 'Is he DAYDREAMING or something?' He started calling out his friend's name to get his attention. "Arnold? Arnold! Hey! Arnold! Hey Arnold!"

Arnold yelped in surprise by Gerald yelling from the phone "Oof!" "Woah Arnold! You alright man? It sounded like you fell." Arnold talked into the phone to respond to his best friend. "I-I'm f-fine Gerald! I-I just...j-just..." "Just...daydreaming of a certain girl that LOVES you Arnold?" Gerald said as he couldn't help but burst into laughter. Arnold cleared his throat and he talked again on his line. "V-Very funny Gerald." When Gerald got done laughing, he sighed again and spoke again. "Sorry man but this the first time I've seen a girl that ACTUALLY likes you. Let alone go this nuts for you! Hey like I said earlier at school, maybe she's the one who owns that pink book!" Arnold then chuckled as he replied, "Maybe it IS that girl that owns the book Gerald." "And hey! Maybe she's fake Cecile too from last year man!" Gerald then laughed again as he was expecting an embarrassed response from his best friend, but there was silence again on the other line. Gerald continued to wait for Arnold to respond, but nothing. He then started yelling out his name again trying to catch his best friend's attention until "I THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH HEL-!" Arnold was then cut off by something sounding like something covering his mouth. Gerald, who has been yelling to get Arnold's attention and also a little bewildered by what Arnold said, spoke up again. "Arnold I swear your head is WAY too much up in the clouds! And what did you say? It sounded like you were saying you THINK your in love with her. And I already know that it's Cecile man. Just don't go yelling from the rooftops alright?" Arnold cleared his throat again as he replied to Gerald. "S-Sorry Gerald. I just thought that was mysterious girl who wrote the poem might be Cecile. B-But yeah Gerald. I just want to see her alright?" Arnold said as Gerald replied back to him. "Alright Arnold. And like I said before, I guess we could cancel the Arcade thing, but like YOU said before, you owe me one!" On Arnold's line, he laughed and replied, "Ok Gerald thanks. Well goodnight." "Goodnight Arnold." They both said their goodbyes as they hanged up. Gerald then turned off the light as he went to bed.

A few minutes ago with Arnold…

As Arnold was in his room, in his pj's since he got done eating dinner with his family, finished his homework once he came into the room from dinner, and took a shower, he got up from his desk and went to his his bed as laid there on his back sighing. Today was crazy for him. Out of all the days of this week, this day was the WORST! He can still feel his face increasing with heat as he thought of Helga. Especially with her appearance today. How her shiny golden-color hair was down and wavy, her having mascara making her blue eyes pop out more, her smelling sweet and pretty with vanilla, and her lips. How they were a bright shiny red and pouty- GASP! Arnold immediately sat up with his face beat red as his heart beated out of his chest. He let out a frustrated growl as he covered his face with both of his hands, blushing like crazy. What is going on with him?! Why is he acting this way? Why is he feeling this way? And about HELGA of all people! Why would she change her look for one day, why would she say no for going to the dance with him, and WHY did she turn in that poem?! 'How come Helga turned that poem in today? I mean WHY would she turn in that in?! It just doesn't make...any...sense...unless she's...too shy to ask me to the dance! I remember in the poem.'

I love you more than Roses

and I love you more than chocolate or cake

So I was wondering and hoping if you want to be

My Valentine's day dance date?

'Helga wanted to go with me after all! She was just too shy to admit it and turned it into a poem so she didn't have to say it in front of our classmates or me! Well she kinda did, but the best part is is that nobody knows it's HER!' Arnold was smiling a little as he out a sigh of relief that that was the only reason Helga turned in that poem, but what will he do now? How will he talk to her-?

Meet me at the big open field at the park on Sunday

So I'll know your answer and no one will see us that way

'That's perfect!' He thought. 'I can meet her on Sunday and tell her that I would go with her! And she'll be happy too since she, well, l-loves me and all. But dang it! I have to go to the Arcade with Gerald on Sunday! Hmmmm...maybe I can call him and cancel it!' Arnold then smiled independently as he started dialing Gerald's number. After a few rings, Gerald's voice was then heard. "Hello?" "Gerald it's me Arnold!" There was a few seconds of silence until Gerald spoke up on the other line. "Arnold, you DO realized what time it is right? I was about to head to bed too." Arnold looked confused at his best friend's question and looked at his potato clock and blushed slightly. It was 10:30 pm. Arnold speaked again on his line. "S-sorry Gerald but I need to talk to you." Gerald then sighed as he spoke on the other line. "Alright Arnold. So what did you need? After all that's happened today, I had a feeling you needed someone to talk to and who other than your best friend right?" Arnold and Gerald laughed a little as Arnold speaked on his line. "W-Well I was curious if maybe...can we cancel on going to the Arcade on Sunday?" There was a few moments of silence as Gerald spoke up on his line. "Let me guess. You want to see who is mystery girl is behind the sappy love poem?" He said in a mocking voice. Arnold blushed a little bit more as he sighed. "Gerald you do realize what happened today right? A girl actually lo-! I-I mean like likes me! I HAVE to know who this girl is!" 'Even though I know who the girl IS already. I just need to talk to her!' His thoughts were interrupted by hearing a sigh from the phone line. "Alright man! But if it's a prank or somethin, let me know and I'll call m man Fuzzy Slippers!" Arnold then laughed as he spoke up again. "Hehe thanks Gerald I owe you one. And...I have a pretty good feeling about this girl...she's...something..." Arnold's voice then trailed off as he then, he didn't realize on what he was thinking, imagined what it will Helga look like on the big open field of the park. How her regular golden-color blond pigtails were flowing in the breeze, her blue eyes shimmering from the sun, and her smiling at him with her normal, but pink pouty, lips. How they looked so...s-so...kissab-

"Arnold? Arnold! Hey! Arnold! Hey Arnold!"

Arnold got out of his daydreams as he yelped in surprise by Gerald yelling from the phone, causing him to fall out of his bed and onto the floor. "Oof!" He then realized what he just IMAGINED! Him and Helga ki...k-kis- "Woah Arnold! You alright man? It sounded like you fell." Arnold blushed red on his cheeks as he cleared his throat and talked into the phone to respond to his best friend, but failed as his nervousness got the best of him. "I-I'm f-fine Gerald! I-I just...j-just..." "Just...daydreaming of a certain girl that LOVES you Arnold?" Gerald said as he couldn't help but burst into laughter. Arnold felt his cheeks rising with heat as he cleared his throat and he talked again on his line. "V-Very funny Gerald." When Gerald got done laughing, he sighed again and spoke on his line. "Sorry man but this the first time I've seen a girl that ACTUALLY likes you. Let alone go this nuts for you! Hey like I said earlier at school, maybe she's the one who owns that pink book!" Arnold then chuckled as he replied, "Maybe it IS that girl that owns the book Gerald." 'Well that explains why the first I read in the book had Football Head.' "And hey! Maybe she's fake Cecile too from last year man!" Gerald then laughed again as Arnold stopped moving as his heart quickened with every second and his cheeks raised a lot with heat and showed more color. Wait did...did Gerald said what Arnold THOUGHT he said?! Arnold then stood there frozen from his bed as he started breathing heavily while his emerald green eyes went wide and his heart felt like it was bursting out of his chest.

The. Phone. Dropped To. The. Floor.

Arnold was just...he was...just...practically PARALYZED with shock! It...it all makes sense now...Helga was...Cecile...the mysterious girl that had captured Arnold's heart...Arnold was IN LOVE with her but...Cecile was Helga...the girl that tormented him for years! But who secretly loved him too...Arnold then realized something about her...how she acted and how she speaked...in that sweet voice of hers...she was Helga but...she's showing...her real self to him. He's seen it before by Helga helping him and...wait...there's something else too...he then realized another thing about her...oh how she looked. On what Helga looked today with her hair down, her with the mascara, and with the bright red shiny lipstick...and how Cecile looked...THEY LOOKED THE SAME! IT ALL MAKES A WHOLE LOT MORE SENSE NOW! Helga was there because she wanted to be with him! Because she!...S-She...she loved him...Helga loves Arnold...not some silly schoolgirl crush...but actually IN LOVE with him. And how Arnold feels about Cecile...and that Cecile was Helga...he...h-he's IN LOVE WI-! " I THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH HEL-!" Arnold immediately covered his mouth, blushing like crazy, his heart beating out of his chest, and almost forgetting that he was still on the phone with Gerald. If Gerald would've heard on what Arnold was about to say, oh man he would've been in BIG trouble with Helga.

Gerald, who has been yelling to get Arnold's attention since he was so lost in thought about Helga and Cecile, spoke up as he finally got Arnold's attention and he picked up the phone from the ground as he put it to his ear. "Arnold I swear your head is WAY too much up in the clouds! And what did you say? It sounded like you were saying you THINK your in love with her. And I already know that it's Cecile man. Just don't go yelling from the rooftops alright?" Arnold then a bright red and he cleared his throat as he replied to Gerald. "S-Sorry Gerald. I just thought that was mysterious girl who wrote the poem might be Cecile." 'And she IS.' He sighed and continued speaking. "B-But yeah Gerald. I just want to see her alright?" Arnold said as he sat down on his bed. "Alright Arnold. And like I said before, I guess we could cancel the Arcade thing, but like YOU said before, you owe me one!" On Arnold's line, he laughed and replied, "Ok Gerald thanks. Well goodnight." "Goodnight Arnold." They both said their goodbyes as they hanged up. As Arnold sat there on his bed, he then slowly started to smile at the thought of Helga. Sure it still felt surprising realizing that the girl that tormented and bullied you all your life is the SAME GIRL that your in love with, but Arnold still remembers all the times Helga has helped him over the years. He'll never forget that about her and he was more right about Helga having good in her! By not only helping him, but also loving him, meaning she cared for him, and meaning that she cares. THAT was proof that Helga has a lot of good in her.

Helga today really DID look beauti- no she looked STUNNING! Oh how she did her make up, how she put on that perfume, and how her hair, that looked like gold silk, was flowing on her shoulders and behind her back! She's like…'A sunset...she's like a sunset...wait did I say that about Cecile earlier today? Well it's fine now because Cecile IS Helga..Helga's like a sunset…how her eyes were like the ocean, how her white collar is the clouds, her pink bow and dress are also like the clouds at sunset, and how her blond pigtails were like the setting sun. Helga's just so...s-so...breath taking.' Arnold then let out a lovesick sigh with a goofy grin. He didn't even feel surprised on what he just thought, but he wasn't surprised anymore on how he was feeling about Helga. She was also a creative, passionate, and strong girl that Arnold "L-love" He said. "T-That I...love I...I'm...in love with Helga..." He then started to smile more and more as his cheeks raised with heat. Arnold was a little surprised though on what he just said, but like before, he just didn't care. His stomach turn and flipped. It was a weird feeling, but a really good feeling. He just couldn't fight it anymore. He was really happy that Cecile was Helga, so technically speaking, Helga captured Arnold's heart and the same with Helga about Arnold. His cheeks were flooding with color and heat, his heart was beating quickly, and he smiled in a lovesick state as he continued thinking of Helga while laying bed. And he couldn't help but see pink hearts above his head. It was mostly just his imagination but he didn't mind it one bit for the pink reminded him of the girl that he loved. Yet, there is still one problem. How are he and Helga gonna go to the dance? Arnold then frowned. Now he REALLY needed to talk to her about what their gonna do at the dance to help their best friend's out. He then remembered about the meeting with Helga on Sunday and Arnold smiled again. Arnold will figure something out with Helga and the dance. He then started to drift to sleep on his bed in the covers. Arnold was actually a little excited for Sunday. In fact, Arnold practically couldn't WAIT to talk to Helga!

To Be Continued…

"Phew! Boy that took FOREVER to make! So what did you guys think of this chapter? Did you like it? Review it! And if you guy's like this chapter, make sure to follow me and love this story! Anyway hope you guys love the chapter as much as I do! Will Phoebe make the potion and not let Helga figure it out? Will Gerald figure out on what's going on with Arnold and Helga? And will Arnold EVER confess his feeling to Helga with a s-MMMPH!" Melody was cut off by Val covering her mouth, scaring her a little. She then looked at Melody with seriousness in her dark red eyes. "DON'T I repeat DON'T spoil this for me OR the fans." Melody then smiled nervously at her friend as she nodded. Val, realized on how she talked and acted, uncovered her Pegasus friend's mouth with a sheepish smile.

"Hehe sorry mel. I'm just excited to see what happens! I mean, does Arnold love Helga? Will they ever get together in the end? Will Phoebe and Gerald-mmph!" Val was the second to be cut off as Melody shoved a cupcake, Val's favorite kind, into her mouth. Melody looked at her earth pony friend with a frown while her eyebrow was raised as she had a 'What were you saying?' face implying on not spoiling for herself or her fans. Val then swallowed the cupcake as she laughed nervously. "Hehe sorry mel again. Got a little carried away. By the way, thanks for stopping me with that cupcake! It was good too!" Melody and Val laughed as Melody looked back at the fans. "But yeah guys! Love, review, and see you next time on the next chapter!" Val looked at the fans too. "Yep! Bye for now you guys!"