Hey guys! I just wanted to say thanks for reading the first chapter of my fanfic! And a big thank you to the people who have reviewed me! It's really heart-warming to know others are reading my story. I'm a big Hey Arnold fan and I've been reading loadsa fanfics and decided to write one myself! Got some more ideas as well but let's see how it goes!

Btw I wasn't sure what I was doing when I uploaded my first chapter so that's why there's no authors note! Lol! Also no disclaimer. So here it goes...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Hey Arnold even though I would love to and produce The Jungle movie! Who's with me? WOOP! WOOP! Lol

Heres the next chapter. Its split into two parts so it's a little longer than the last chapter. Happy reading!

Chapter 2

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…'

'Crimeny Phoebe can you hurry up and grab your stuff snort-boy here is driving me nuts!' Helga cried.

It had been a few days after the 'incident' in the canteen. After that Arnie spent nearly all his waking moments following Helga around, telling her about the latest ingredients of his yogurt or the description of all the different types of buttons he had recently started collecting. Today was no different…

'I'm sorry Helga, but I only need my maths book today but I cannot seem to locate it…' Phoebe hurriedly replied.

'Stop faffing Phoebe! I can't last very long with his constant droning in my ears!'

'Two thousand and forty six, Two thousand and forty seven. Yes Helga. That's how many times I have thought about you. That is why I am here now. I want to show you my button collection Helga. Only people who are special to me can see it. Why don't you come with me Helga? I have a red one, a blue one, A red round one, a blue one with four holes in it, and one that looks like a sea shell, and one that came off my lucky pair of trousers that Abigail swallowed. I have that one with me. Have a look Helga. It's really special'

Arnie put his hand in the pocket of his dungarees and pulled out a chewed up rusty metal button, twisted and stained. He reached towards Helga and opened his palm. With a lovesick grin on his face his beanie propeller started turning. He edged closer to Helga and moved his other arm forward to pull Helga's right arm towards him so he could give her one of his prized possessions...

Helga's intense blue eyes stared in horror. That's it. She had had enough for one day. Brainy breathing down her neck was nothing compared to this. Her shocked face suddenly changed into a deep frown. She smacked Arnie's hand away and then the other which sent the almost digested button flying across the hallway. She then turned towards Arnie. Her back arched. Her legs stiffened. Her fists clenched.

'Arnie is not going to survive this one!' She thought. He needed the Ol' Betsy treatment. Big time!

Phoebe stopped searching and peered out from the side of her locker door. Uh oh. She had seen this happen before. But only a couple times. One time in pre-school and the other at the park when some big kid would not leave her alone to study. This only happened when Helga was fuming!

'I'd better hurry! If Helga gets reported to Principal Wartz again for thumping someone she is going to get suspended and then she's going to suffer home schooling from Olga. That'll mean she will get angrier because she will be spending less time at school around…ice-cream…'

Phoebe quickly went back to searching for her book. This was taking too long! Any second now she would hear that thumping sound and that would be the end of Helga for the rest of the term….

But that's not what happened. Actually not much happened. She didn't hear that thump from Ol' Betsy. No more insults. Nothing…

She found her Maths book and quickly shut her locker door to find Helga in her normal posture (which resembled a frustrated bull at times).

'CRIMENY PHOEBE! I am out of here! I gotta lose this dweeb before he drills a hole in my brain! I'll call you later when I've lost him!' Helga charged off not looking back.

'No need to Helga. I have located the book' Phoebe cried almost running up to her to catch up to her as she paced down the hallway with large strides.

'Right! Hurry up then Phoebe I don't have all day! Now let's get moving and lose this weirdo!'

'Losing!' Phoebe cried as her and Helga ran as fast as they could leave Arnie behind.

As Helga turned the corner towards the stairs, Phoebe couldn't help but look back to her locker where Arnie was standing. He was still there and he was mumbling something but looking off into space at nothing. Just standing there and staring. With a big goofy grin on his face…

'Hmm, I wonder what occurred just now' Phoebe thought.

'Phoebe!' Helga screamed at the bottom of the stairs.

'Coming!' Phoebe replied. She hurried down to Helga who had her arms crossed in frustration.

'Not the best time to ask her about that. Perhaps later' Phoebe knew something wasn't right. And she was going to get to the bottom of it. After all, it was only a certain 'someone' who could calm Helga down like that so quickly. And he was nowhere to be seen. Hmmm…

Later on that evening, Arnold was busy doing his homework in his room. It was a bit difficult to concentrate because it was raining heavily and there was thunder and lightning which kept interrupting his thoughts. He decided he had enough and would continue later. He closed his book and leaned back on his chair resting his hands behind his head. His mind wondered and soon he found himself sound asleep dreaming…

He was sitting at a fancy table in a restaurant. Looking around there was lots of people but there faces were a blur. He looked down to himself and saw he was dressed in a tuxedo with matching shiny black.

Suddenly he felt an urge of anticipation. He was waiting for something. No, someone. Where was…she? He could not handle the wait and decided to step out of the restaurant to see if 'she' was on her way. He didn't see anyone coming but he looked across the street to see a young girl with her back to him wearing a pink coat with a hood. He slowly walked towards her. It felt so right.

His heart was beating fast as he neared the young girl and put her hand on her shoulder. 'Excuse me?' he asked unsure as to who it actually was who was making him feel so nervous.

The unknown figure turned around and looked up at Arnold.

'No, it can't be? I can't believe it! It's you! It really is you! Cecile!'

The young girl looked exactly as she left Arnold on that fateful valentine's night. Long blond tresses of hair fell down her shoulders. Stripy pink dress that matched her pale skin perfectly. And her pink bow was poking out from her hoodie. Arnold looked in wonder. He smiled, half lidded as she smiled back. But wait, she was not looking at him. In fact it was like she was looking right through past him across the road to… to…

Arnold cocked his head back to see none other than Arnie! Arnie was standing there, eyes shutting one after the other rapidly. He was dressed smartly except where there should be black trousers were black dungarees. And his propellers were turning rapidly.

'That damn beanie hat' Arnold angrily thought. But his jealousy was quickly cut short when Cecile brushed past him to walk into Arnie's arms. Arnold looked in horror. They were holding hands and looking into each other's eyes! They started walking off as Arnold heart started breaking with each step…

'No, Cecile not you too! 'Arnold cried.

Suddenly they stopped walking. Cecile looked away from Arnie and let go off his hand as she turned around to face Arnold.

'Oh my gosh' Arnold couldn't believe it. 'She's realised. She's' realised I'm the one….'

But she didn't walk toward Arnold. She just stood there and smiled.

'Au revoir Arnold. Au revoir' (lightning strikes)

And at that she turned around and walked away. He should have known it was too good to be true. He stood there, arms by his side as he watched the one true love of his life walk away with his farmhouse cousin. He didn't care if it had started to rain. Nothing could wash away the hurt he was feeling right now...Nothing at all… (Lightning strikes)

There was three very slow but loud knocks heard which jolted Arnold awake. He looked around. There was no one in his room.

Again three slow loud knocks. He looked up to where they were coming from. The skylight window leading to the rooftop of the boarding house. Who could it be? Lightning struck and a shadow formed, in the shape of a withered football and what seemed to look like antlers on top.

Arnold realised who it was. It was still heavily raining and he quickly ran up to the window opening it allowing the slow moving figure to come in. He then shut the door and turned around towards the now very wet figure.

Lightning struck again as Arnie looked at Arnold expressionless. He didn't move or flinch at the lightning. In fact he didn't do anything at all.

'Erm Arnie u ok? Did you need some more help with something?'' Arnold asked laughing nervously.

As it happened Arnie was glued to A Arnold as much as he was glued to Helga. He wouldn't stop the stalking until he had gotten what he had wanted. And he knew what with Arnold and Helga being close he could help him.

'Hey' Arnie replied. He looked at Arnold oblivious to his questions whilst standing in the middle of his room.

'I need a towel Arnold' He demanded.

Arnold felt a bit uneasy. But then again his cousin was harmless, wasn't he? He took out a fresh towel from his closet and handed it to Arnie. His expressionless cousin dabbed in a few places an d threw the towel on the floor looking straight at Arnold as though he was plotting something…

'Arnold. You have been avoiding me. I want Helga. And you haven't helped me.'

Arnold laughed nervously again 'Why would you say that Arnie?' Arnold felt a bit uncomfortable. To be perfectly honest he had avoided him because he wasn't sure whether he wanted to help him.

'Cut the crap Arnold. I don't have much time. I want Helga.'

He edged towards Arnold one step at a time repeating it.

'I-want-Helga. I-want Helga. I want-her. I want...' He was just a couple of inches away from Arnold face when he abruptly went silent mid-sentence. He stared at Arnold. Not blinking. Not even breathing.

'Okay okay Arnie. Jeez!' Arnold could not stand the frightful stare his cousin was giving. He had to help him because it was only the start of Arnie's vacation here and he didn't think he would last another day with Arnie breathing down his neck let alone 4 more weeks!

Arnie stepped back. 'Do something Arnold. Do it now'

And with that said he rapidly walked out Arnold's room slamming the door behind him.

'What the heck...' Arnold was lost for words. But he was also uncomfortable. Knowing his cousin he would be up at the crack of dawn questioning him about Helga, made him decide he better try something or there'd be trouble. He walked towards his phone in his room. And he dialled a number. He was nervous. And his hand started shaking a little bit.

The phone rang twice then someone picked up…

'Hello?' the recipient

Arnold was so nervous he didn't reply straight away.

'Hellooooo? Is someone there? Who the heck is this? Miriammmm! I think it's for youuu'

That brought Arnold back to his senses.

'No no wait, hang on Helga'

'Huh? What the, Arnold is that you?'

'Yes Helga it's me' Arnold replied.

Arnold heard what could be only described as a soft moan and suddenly it went silent

'Hello? Helga? Are you there? Has something happened? Are you…'

'Yes yes I'm here geek bait!' Helga snapped 'Crimeny don't you think I get enough of your football headedness for you to phone my house now as well?'

'Helga I...'

I mean its bad enough having you around but I've also got snort boy breathing his country house breathe down my shoulder every five seconds!'

'Helga the thing is'…

'I mean he followed me and Phoebe home today! Can you believe it? I had to shove him down an alleyway so that me and Phoebe could run and get rid of him! Can you believe that…?'

'HELGA WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP AND JUST LISTEN TO ME!'

Maybe it was the name calling. Maybe it was because he was tired. Or maybe it was the unexplainable horrible feeling in his gut he was getting knowing that he was going to do something he would regret. But he had lost his patience and just wanted Helga to be silent.

A couple of awkward silent seconds later Helga dared to speak.

'Hey Arnold. You ok?'

Arnold closed his eyes, forcefully pushing the frog he had in his throat down.

'Helga. I need to talk to you. It's important. Can I come down your house tonight please?'

There was a sudden loud thump heard on the other end. And then a shuffling around.

'Helga? Did you hear me? I said its impor…'

'Yes yes Arnoldo I heard you. Not that it's any of your business but Phoebe's coming around later so I'm afraid fitting you into my busy schedule is going to be difficult…'

'Oh right I see...'

'But I suppose if it's important then I suppose I can spare a few precious moments of my time. I mean if it isn't then hey-ho... .'

'Oh yes yes it is Helga it is important...'

'Fine hair boy. Come to mine in 20 minutes. Don't be late!'

Then there was a click. And the sound of a dead phone line.

'Man' Arnold thought drearily. 'This is gonna be a long night'…

So there it is. More than likely there is going to be some ArnoldxHelga interaction in the next chapter… ooooo lol. Hope it wasn't too long and you enjoyed it! Until next time….