This is the part two! Gosh, this is much more longer than my other fics.

I dedicate this to Conor Dachisen.

Because I didn't see your request and you requested Helga and Arnold so here you go.

Broken- Helga x Arnold.

Not even tape can put me back together.

Her dull eyes stared blankly at the white ceiling. She was now at the age if 16, and if she would stand on her tip-toes, the end of her middle finger would be able to reach it. That's how much she grew ever since she was 9. Or maybe the ceiling on her house was just low.

As she grew older, her room was less pinker. When the girl was 15, she painted one side of the wall with a almost-realistic sky. The top part was bright, blue and has fluffy cumulus clouds. The gradient slowly drops as it turns orange like dusk, then it turns t black. No clouds were visible but stars did appear. She got scolded for that, but instead of covering it up with white paint, she kept it. She don't usually paint so it was her master-piece.

The sole reason of painting a sky was inspired by the word 'Free.'. She wanted to be like the birds- spread their own wings and fly to the open sky.

When she was 9, her room was cluttered with notebooks and journals containing sappy love poems. Paper containing drafts of the poems she liked was stuck on the wall by some Blu Tack or pins. When she turned 10, she got rid of the love poems and started writing things that inspired her.

Like the sky.

When she was 14, she started to start her own novels. The paper that was on the walls were ripped off, only to be replaced with plot ideas and character lists.

Out of all the Pataki, she was the most creative.

But that gift wasn't appreciated.

"Olga! I'm going out!" A gruff voice that was barely audible came from the door.

After she had picked up Bob's dry cleaning, the most annoying human being in the world, commonly known as 'Olga Pataki' had arrived at the front door, looking as sunshine and peachy as ever. She was probably the only reason why Miriam and Bob never got a divorce.

"Have fun, daddy!" She said sweetly. "Don't forget your coat!"

Hearing the door close was a relief. No Bob in the afternoon. Hurrah.

Hearing the footsteps that was directed to her room, her smile dropped as she groaned.

Happy feeling gone.

"Hello baby sister!" Olga said, giving the girl a bear hug. "Oh I missed you so much! Did you get my letters? Why haven't you been replying? You're making me miserable, baby sister!" And once again, she pulled her in for a hug.

Helga rolled her eyes and muttered something about being busy.

"You're always busy, baby sister!" Olga pouted, keeping her hands around the girl while her chin rested on top her little sister's head. She had been always taller than Helga. But ever since she turned 20, she stopped growing. Maybe that was Helga's chance to grow taller than her.

"Well, I'm a busy woman." A lie. She just knows how to keep herself busy." Let go of me now, Olga. I have poetry to finish..."

Doing as she was told, the older sister let her arms drop to her sides, planting a small kiss on her sister's forehead (which made Helga internally shriek) and started to walk towards the door with a content smile on her face.

"Tell me if you need anything, baby sister!" She waved, closing the door. "I'll be with mommy!"

Helga rolled her eyes and cringed as she threw herself on her mattress. It was almost funny how everyone is selfish in this family.

Big Bob was the explanatory of a 'selfish human being'.

Or as Helga likes to call it, 'A pathetic, manipulative, oxygen-wasting human being.'

He literally gave no fucks about Miriam, probably only kept Helga as a stress-reliever (those things where you scream at it or squish/punch it and you'll feel much better), and the only person he cared about was Olga - his perfect daughter. Cross that off, he only cared about Olga's achievements.

Miriam was selfish because rather than being a decent mom that makes her lunches properly or solving 'these' issues with her husband, she rather make her smoothies while sleeping on the table. Her answer was and is always alcohol. Ever since she married Bob, had Olga and Helga, she had probably given up in life. She had no place in it anymore since she just sees herself as 'Bob's alcoholic wife'.' She didn't fit in anywhere in the world and alcohol was the only answer.

Olga was selfish because she didn't even bother to ask about that red mark on her 'baby-sister's' face.

The only thing she cared about was her life in Alaska and her need in sharing it with all. She didn't ask about life in this house, how her school was and if she was seeing anyone. All she cared about was her life. Her love-life. The program that she attends to. Herself.

Helga was selfish because unlike normal people, she decided to keep all these torments to herself. She was naïve for thinking things will get better. She was selfish because she doesn't want to tell these things to people since they'll pity her.

She had always been selfish ever since she was 6. She wanted Arnold's love to be hers and hers only. She would destroy the dates that Arnold goes on with another girl, but yet, she still tortures the poor boy with her tricks and insult. Was it some sort of way to keep him around her? She wasn't even sure.

Her eyes snapped open at the sudden knock on her door. Was it Olga again, in for another episode of 'My adventures in Alaska starring Olga Pataki and her perfect life'?.

The girl groaned as she sunk her face farther on her pillow. "Go away, Olga!" Her voice was muffled.

"It's not Olga, Helga." Phoebe squeaked, slowly opening the door. "It's us."

She opened the door in queue and revealed 12 teenagers surrounding it. All with small smiles as their eyes looked around the place. Probably judging it.

Eh, Helga couldn't care less.

She was going to be disowned soon so she doesn't attempt in making any memories at this place.

"Why are you dweebs here? Shouldn't you be practicing baseball or something?" The girl asked with her eyebrow arched.

"Yea, but you can't practice without someone bossing us around." Sid snickered. Phoebe punched his arm and hissed at him. (This made Helga smile.)

"We just wanted to check up on you, Helga." Arnold said with a small smile. "Can we come in?"

She rolled her eyes as she sat on her own bed cross-legged. "Go ahead. Just don't read anything. Or touch anything."

They all chorused a 'Yay' as they came in Helga's room. Surprisingly, there was enough space for everyone. Most of them sat on the floor but Phoebe sat next to her. Advantages of being Helga's best friend.

"We just wanted to know where those bruises come from, Helga." Phoebe said slowly, putting a hand on Helga's shoulder. "We don't really think they come from fights.."

"And those scars..." Lila pointed out. "They look ever so painful."

Well, duh. Of course they hurt. Give Ms. Obvious a prize.

"Yea, and no one in their right mind would pick a fight with Hell-girl!" Curly added.

Hell-girl.. That was her nickname.

Like how Arnold is 'foot-ball head' or 'Arnoldo'.

Gerald would be either 'Tall-hair boy' or 'Geraldo'.

Phoebe's one is just 'Pheebs',

Rhonda would be 'Princess',

Eugene one was unfortunate since they have a tendency of calling him 'The Jinx.'

They all had nicknames but she couldn't be bothered remembering them.

But having these nicknames made her feel like she was part of a family. Only a small part of her believed that.

"If I tell you what happened, will you all leave?" She asked gruffly. They all nodded.

"You better not tell anyone else." She hissed her threat. "Bob punched me. End of story."

They all gasped with widened eyes. "Why would he punch you-" Arnold's question was cut off as Helga's fingers pointed towards the door. "No questions, foot-ball head. Out!"

They were sheepdogs again being ordered around by the Alpha Dog. They all left the Pataki house with heavy thoughts in their craniums.

The only thing the girl could do was throw her head back to her pillows and sleep.

It was late afternoon when Arnold thought it was a good idea to walk Abner. Yes, the pet pig he have always had. Apparently, it was a wedding present to his mom and dad.

He had gotten a few stares from people but he really didn't care. His mind was flooded with what Helga had said and it was bothering him waay too much.

There he goes again poking his nose at other people's business.

He was at the pier buying ice cream, as his eyes notices a silhouette of the girl that was invading his mind. She was sitting on the tip of the wooden platform, staring out at the open sea.

"Hey, Helga." The corn-coloured haired boy smiled, sitting next to her. His pig then sat next to him.

"Hey football-head." She said in a small whisper, giving Arnold a small smile. She had never smiled to him before.

"Been thinking about things?" He asked, trying to brew up a conversation.

"A little bit, yeah."

"Sorry about Bob. I didn't know he would go that far.."

"No problem." She sighed, throwing a pebble at the open water. "He's always like this- Wait, why are you being nice to me?" Helga looked him straight in the eye, her feelings nor tone wasn't wavering or stuttering. If she was her 9 year old self, she knew she couldn't do nor ask something as bold as this.

And it seemed like she asked the question he couldn't answer.

Because as the second passed, his brows knitted together as he rubbed his shoulders. Probably thinking up of an answer.

A lie, perhaps?

"Because..." He started sheepishly. -Hold the phone, was he blushing? "...7 years ago, you confessed your 'undying' love to me. And we both agreed we just got caught up in the heat of the moment but I kinda believed you." He was now chuckling. "Do you still ...love me?"

Unlike him, she wasn't resistant to respond.

"I don't know." She sighed. "I did, but I'm not sure now. I mean, I used to write lovesick-poems to you, even made a shrine dedicated to you but I don't do those anymore. My feelings for you kinda disappeared.."

Helga gave him a small smirk. "Guess that's what you call growing up, huh?"

"Guess it is.." He agreed with a small chuckle. Noticing the red bruise on her face, his smile dropped. "You know, you can talk to me about... your family. I won't judge."

"I know you won't. I just... find it hard talking about it to someone."

"You can talk to me about it." Arnold repeating, taking off his hat and putting it on her head. (This made her gasp) "Just imagine you're talking to a football."

"You never give up, do you?" She asked, a hint of red on her cheeks. "Okay. I'll tell you... But you better not tell anyone or I'll pound you."

He laughed slightly. It was good that Hell-girl was still her personality.

"Well, ever since I was 6, I've been ignored because of Olga's greatness. They rather listen to her play the piano than drop me of pre-school. And I thought if I become better than her, Bob and Miriam will pay attention to me. But it wasn't easy competing with little miss perfect." She gave out a heavy sigh as she continued.

Her palms must be sweaty since she was wiping it on her jeans as she talked.

"One time when I was 10, I managed to get better grades than her. This obviously made Bob and Miriam happy because for once in my life, they were being nice to me. But as the year continued, I couldn't hold the winning grade and the ignoring began once again. When Olga moved to Alaska, things got worse. For once, I wanted her back. Bob would come home angry because his sale didn't go 'according to plan'. Olga wasn't there and Miriam was too drunk to function so he took it all out on me. Not physically, though. He started screaming insults at me and when I would look at him, confused, he will slap me and tell me to pay attention."

Instead of Helga crying, it was Arnold that was tearing up.

"When I was 13, some teenagers broke in our house and stole Miriam's stash. This obviously angered Miriam and she threw my books at me and started shouting to me, 'give them back'. It took 2 months for her to believe me that I didn't steal them. Because of Miriam, I'm not going to touch liquor.

Bob started hitting me when I was 15. He threatened me with a knife to not tell anyone. How pathetic is that?"

The corn-coloured haired boy wrapped his arm's around Hell-girl. "You can cry if you want." He whispered.

She leaned her head against him. "I'm not going to cry, Arnold. I already ran out of tears."

They stayed at this position for quite some time. People that passed by looked at them. Some going 'aww', some scoffed and muttered something about getting a room.

Arnold didn't care. All he cared about was the girl that was between his arms. His mind was blown for the fact that she can still stand strong even though her father abuses her.

That she can still smile even though she was getting neglected.

He was beginning to regret those times when he was nasty to her. When he thought it was a good idea to pay her back after the bullying she had done to him.

"Helga." He said quietly. "Live with me."

Maybe he had chosen the wrong words because she had gotten red and had pushed him away.

"W-What are you talking about?! We're just 16, you dweeb!"

Maybe she had gotten the wrong idea.

"I-I meant move to boarding house, Helga!" He stuttered then cleared his throat. Maybe she was thinking that he was asking her to elope with him. "You'll be more free, there. You'll be much happier!"

This time, she smiled real smile at him. Returning the cap, she dived at the water. (This made Arnold scream)

"Helga! What the hell are you doing?!" He screamed, making the pig stay since he was going to jump in as well.

The cold water stung her cheek and small icicles was attaching to her skin. She was shivering. Her fingertips felt like ice. Her lips were slowly turning blue.

It was exhilarating.

The coldness made her feel alive ; free.

"Can't you see, Arnoldo?" She asked while laughing, feeling the cold water engulf her neck as she floated on her back. "I'm being FREE!"

"No, Helga!" He laughed, taking off his sweater. "You're being a lunatic!" With that, he too jumped in the cold sea. It was like taking a cold bath with ice cubes in winter's coldest temperature.

It was like they were in Antarctica.

Like they were Jack and Rose from Titanic.

Can you feel how cold it is?

He pressed his forehead towards hers. He was panting, trying to breath normally through the cold water.

Can you feel my heart beating?

"I-Don't you dare do anymore stupid things, Helga G Pataki!"

My heart's beating for you.

The girl stayed silent as their foreheads touched with each other. He was looking directly at hers.

It has always been beating for you.

"I'll make things better, Helga. So..-"

Can you fix me?

"-Don't give up, okay, Helga? Me- No, the whole gang..."

Can you forgive me for all the idiot things I've done to you?

"We care about you! We're your family!"

No, not just you. To us.

"And we're nothing without you!"

Can you forgive me obsession for you?

"So don't give up on us! We're your idiots, your dweebs! And you're our Hell-girl."

"Arnold.." The girl said in a small whisper. Her voice was rough and cracky. It must be because of the temperature. "I'm cold."

He only stared at her blankly then smiled, pulling the girl in for a hug. "Me too, Helga. Let's go back.. I'll walk you home."

"Okay." And this time, a few tears rolled out of her eyes. When he pointed it out, she denied it and said it was the water.

10 Years later, the corn-coloured haired boy and the girl with the really bad temper had married each other.

Some people didn't understand what he sees in her.

Some people was surprised a girl like her would marry a guy like him.

But nevertheless, they were happy.

She had moved out of her family when she was 17. She moved in the Boarding House, where he and his parents had stayed. They accepted her for who she was ; the determined, creative and strong girl she's always been.

Because she didn't give up, she was now happier. Because she didn't give up, she fell for him again.

And she didn't regret anything.

This is the longest 'short fic' I have ever made. The endings contradicting with the summary, no?

Anyway, feel free to suggest your OTP, noTP, broTP, ship, etc. I'll gladly do a drabble about them