A/N: We've finally hit the climax where Arnold and Lila are going to homecoming together! Poor Helga... Things appear to be over... Or are they? Thanks for reading!
When There Was Me and You
"Don't touch me!" Helga shrieks and dodges his advance as Arnold extends a hand to her shoulder in attempt to comfort her.
"Helga, just please let me explain." Arnold's head finally sits up from hanging below in shame and his green eyes scream for the arrival of at least a glimpse from Helga's blue eyes.
"What is there to explain, football head? You led me on when you were really hooking up with one of my closest friends!"
"Things aren't what they seem, Helga!" He cries, allowing the irises of his eyes to face the street behind him on which Helga had lived for her life. "Just please let me in."
"Why the hell would I do that? You're no better than Princess Rhonda Lloyd herself. And I'm sure she's the one who attacked me!"
Arnold breathes as he shook his football shaped head. "You know it wasn't Rhonda because you were strangling her on her back when someone came up from behind you."
"So you're taking her side?"
"That's not what I said!"
"Why don't you just go talk to your new girlfriend? I'm sure she'll listen to you and your dick." Helga started to close her front door.
"She's not my girlfriend! Lila's just a friend!"
"Do you really expect me to believe that? I can't believe I…"
"Can't believe what, Helga?" Arnold leaned further into the entryway of her front door as he redirected his attention to her. Helga froze before him.
"I…I…" Helga for once was speechless as no words went from her mouth.
"I can't believe I trusted you!" She screeched in the blank expression of his football face as she slammed the front door to her house.
Arnold ran his fingers through his hair, still sweating from the anticipation of coming over here once he started receiving text messages from response to the blog post as he began to hurry to Helga's house.
"I can't believe I still want to be friends." He leaned his forehead against the Patakis' front door in exhaustion. He had once more screwed up his friendship with one of his best friends. One that he desired the opportunity to seek out the possibility to be more than friends.
He did not know however that on the other side of the barrier between them she too had placed her forehead against the door. Their foreheads were practically meeting through a wall.
"I can't believe I still love you." Helga whimpered, and let her hands slip from the position they currently stayed, stabilizing her head in its hold.
The two remained like that for minutes, breathing through the cracks of this wooden door.
Helga lifted her head, swooped the blonde bangs from her blue eyes, and glanced toward the living room beside her foyer of her home trying to prevent herself from sobbing after the heated argument.
As she passed through the living room, she noticed Arnold had abandoned an item on the stoop stairwell on her porch.
A pink ribbon. The pink ribbon.
