That pink bow.- Arnold x Helga
"You're still wearing it." He pointed out with the dull voice of his.
"Wear what? This dress? Well, for your information, bucko, I've been wearing this dress for long and that's not going to change!" She replied rather defensively, folding her arms under her chest.
"Not your dress, that bow." Arnold corrected, pointing to the rose-hued ribbon that had always been on the crown of her head.
Flabbergasted as he noticed such detail about her, she internally bit her tongue not to spill some sappy poem she tend to write for him. "I've been wearing this bow ever since I was 6, football head! Why do you care, hmm?"
A smile slipped on his features as he shrugged. "I dunno. It just looks nice on you." Hands travelled down his pockets as he chuckled. "Funny huh? I think I said the same thing to you when I was 6..."
Memories recollected as she remembered the first compliment she gained from him. 'I like your bow because it's pink like your pants'. Oh she could melt in the spot just remembering that day. The day she first met Arnold. Love in first sight, to correct it. The boy that kept her sane in her insane household.
Remembering that he was still talking to her, she straightened up, trying not to show any red-coloured hues on her cheeks. "W-What?! I don't remember! Crimeny, football-head! Don't go mushy on me, bucko!"
He let out a small chuckle as he started to walk the opposite direction of her destination. "Well see you tomorrow, Helga."
"Sheesh, what a waste of time..." She said slowly, looking around to see if any people was around her then let out a lovestruck sigh. Oh how that boy could melt her heart is unbearable.