Disclaimer: I still don't own anything.

Well hello, hello, hello. Le gasp. It is my triumphant return to writing after about 2 or so months of dealing with finals and all that garbage and since my winter break is about to come to an end, I thought one of my New Year's resolutions would be to get back into writing weekly. Cause I took a lot of breaks towards the end there. I can't guarantee it being weekly but I will certainly try.

On that note, I decided to do something a little different with Chapter 15. (Dear god, 15 chapters.)

This story is called Helga and it is based off a song called "Elizabeth" by Trading Yesterday.

I decided to not put the lyrics in the song this time because Elizabeth gets mentioned a lot in the song and it wouldn't really make any sense. Plus this is actually one of my creative writing assignments from last semester that I turned into a Helga and Arnold story. (Yea, I know, lazy.)

But I think you all will really like it. Hopefully. If you want to listen to the song while reading the story, it might work a little better. Maybe. It's up to you. Go to Youtube and look up Elizabeth by Trading Yesterday and then read.

But without further ado, here is Chapter 15!

And make sure to check out some author's notes down at the bottom for some important information. That is if you want too. :)

Her name was Helga.

I fell head over heels for her.

I met her in Central Park in the middle of one of the worst thunderstorms that I had been in since I moved to New York. From living in a small town in Virginia called Hillwood to moving to the Big City, it was still a lot to take in. There were a lot more people, a lot more cars, a lot more buildings. It terrified me. I came to New York with an opportunity to teach music to junior high school students. It was my first teaching job out of the state and the concept of living on my own in a new place was something I hadn't been expecting to happen. I was used to the small town atmosphere, the ability to know everyone in town by name and have them know yours. It was familiar and safe where as New York City was dangerous and a little unnerving to a guy like me. I was having a little trouble making my way across the park. It didn't help that I had no idea where I was going, my umbrella had been blown out of my hands and I was soaking wet.

And there she was, sitting on a park bench, feeding pigeons in the middle of a thunderstorm.

"Hey, you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just you know, taking a walk."

She turned her attention back to the pigeon. I'll admit I'm a little shy when it comes to women. I am not very social, I get too involved in my work, I can't even look at a girl without stammering over my words, but this wasn't just any ordinary girl. I learned that the hard way.

"You know it's raining right?"

"I hadn't noticed…do you want to sit?"

"I…I…"

She looked me straight in the eyes. That's when I noticed how bright and blue hers were.

"I promise I won't bite."

I sat beside her and watched her whistling to the pigeon to catch its attention. A simple whistle to a normal person, but a weird little song in my ears. It was quick, high-pitched at the peaks, but with every note, it sounded like the birds themselves. She was mysterious that was for sure, obviously a local from the way that she talked, a tint of the New York accent that I kept hearing as I walked down the street to work each morning. She was someone that wouldn't fit in with the countless numbers of businessmen, socialites and starving artists that flooded the streets on a daily basis. She was dressed in a white dress with red polka dots, probably not expecting the rain that was currently falling on their heads or maybe not even caring. She was in her own little world.

"You're staring at me."

"No… I'm not."

"You're blushing."

I turned away from her and she giggled.

"I'm sorry, it's just cute."

"Cute?"

"Yea, it's cute. Is that a bad thing?"

"Well, no…it's not…it's just—"

"Just what?"

"You're different."

"That's not really answering the question, you know."

"I was just stating…"

"The obvious?"

"Yea…"

She smiled, the edges of her lips curled slightly and for once, I actually felt like I could that I could trust her, feel comfortable around her and maybe, just maybe I'd be willing to let my guard down to get a little closer to her. Then again, I had just met this girl only a few minutes ago. I couldn't just jump into something like that after a few moments.

"What brings you to New York?"

I kept my eyes on her as she turned her attention to the bright red bag next to her and pulled a pink notebook out and hastily wrote on the lined pages that were getting soaked.

"Are you a writer?"

"Answer my question first."

"I work here."

"Let me guess, one of those businessmen on Wall Street."

I looked down at the soaked and completely ruined tie and suit jacket that I had forced myself into earlier this morning. It didn't even feel like it was even the same day to me, somehow time had just stopped. It didn't even feel like it was raining anymore. She was starting to have some effect on me.

"I actually had an interview, but not a businessman. I was never good at math. I'm a teacher."

"What subject?"

"Music."

"I love music, I loved playing the guitar when I was little, but I liked writing music and writing in general more."

"I'm guessing that's where the notebook comes in."

I silently cursed myself, of course that's where the notebook came in, you dumb idiot.

"Yea, that's where the notebook comes in."

"Have you gotten looked at by a publisher for any of your ideas?"

"Yea, I usually get turned down though, it's not usually very good in their minds."

"I doubt that."

She smiled again.

"I didn't think someone like you would be brave enough to be a teacher."

"Brave enough?"

"No offense! You're just really…"

"Shy?"

"Yea, really shy."

"I've been told."

She grabbed the strap of her bag and slid it over her shoulder and stood back up, her dress clinging to her body, her shoes completely soaked, blonde hair curling from the rain and sticking to her face but still the warm smile on her face. I couldn't help but return it.

"It was nice to meet you…"

"Arnold."

"Arnold. You look like an Arnold. Maybe I'll see you again, Arnold."

"Maybe you will…"

She laughed while turning and walking away back toward the crowded streets and back into reality before I realized that I never learned her name.

"Wait!"

She quickly turned her head.

"I never learned your name!"

"Helga!"

She continued to walk into the crowds but not without waving quickly back at me. I stood frozen in my spot, standing in the rain, soaking wet but not even attempting to care. I hadn't even bothered to learn anything about her but her name and the bright red bag that she carried, the pink notebook tucked safely inside and I was instantly starting to regret it but I couldn't move even if I wanted to. I just watched her leave. The walk with almost a skip in her step, the way she span around quickly in the rain when she thought I couldn't see her and then she vanished into the crowds of people who wouldn't stop to feed pigeons in the middle of a thunderstorm or carry a bright red bag over their shoulder or wear a white and red polka dotted dress in the middle of a thunderstorm and not care.

I can't tell you that I didn't go to that same spot in the park for the next two weeks, hoping to see her kneeling at the end of the bench, whistling for a flock of pigeons to come closer. I can't tell you that I didn't kept thinking I saw her in the crowded streets, the long blonde hair and the bright blue eyes and that every single face kept making believe that I would see her again, and every time I was disappointed. I can't tell you that I didn't sit in the middle of a thunderstorm and let the rainfall soak my clothes but not care even the slightest.

I can tell you that I regret not stopping her from walking away.

Her name was Helga.

I fell head over heels for her and I never saw her again.

Author's Notes

I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and if you want to see me write some more, (My goal is to get up to 50 eventually!) please, please, PLEASE get on my back about it. Cause I will forget to write. Honestly. Send me messages on here on on Livejournal. Which reminds me...

I have a live journal account! Huzzah!

Which means that some of my writing will also be on there, if you really like reading it. Here's what is going to be on the new account.

I Will Blow the Cold Away will remain on this site.

Songs of Hillwood will move to Livejournal but it will be published on both LiveJournal and .

Mission Forever (if I continue it) will be moved to my Livejournal account.

My newest little story will also debut on my LiveJournal.

So if you like what you are reading, come check me out over there. Same username and everything to make it easier. The site probably won't be up until at least February though since I have to transfer everything. So everything for now, will be here. By at least Chapter 20, everything will mostly be on my livejournal.

That's all from me for right now. Sorry I've been gone so long. :(

Thanks for reading!