I had originally planned for this to be a short story, but I've had such great reviews and requests to continue it. Well, You asked and now you shall receive.

Class was quiet; too quiet. Had I crossed the line? Or started something epic?

Gerald was in the clinic since he was now hysterical. Rhonda wasn't gossiping. Eugene hadn't hurt himself. Harold hadn't complained about being hungry once. Phoebe wasn't answering questions.

Even Mr. Simmons was acting strange. He was looking at us as though he was... too happy? Was he really this happy being a teacher?

The weirdest was Helga. Helga was frozen in her seat. No spitballs whatsoever. No name-calling. Instead she stared at her locket and little diary that I now noticed was pink. Suddenly, I realized it looked just like the book of poems about me that I found on the bus and I now had at home… then I realized she was my secret admirer.

She really felt that way about me all these years? And did that kiss bring on all this change? Did we really impact that much?

Mr. Simmons had assigned us into groups of 4. Helga, Phoebe, and Me had to wait for Gerald to get back but we were given our assignment and told to begin.

Suddenly Gerald walked into the classroom.

"Man! I just had the strangest dream!" he laughed out loud "It was beyond bizarre! Like, never going to happen in a gazillion years bizarre!"

I leaned back in my desk and smirked "Really? What was it about?"

"I dreamed you kissed Helga, man! Helga! As in Helga G. Pataki!" he laughed "That's crazy though! Since, you know, it could never happen." He finished thinking he was sane.

"Uh, Gerald.."

"Yeah Arnold?" he leaned back casually grabbing a water bottle the nurse had given him and began to drink it.

"Helga's a really good kisser."

Gerald not only did a spit-take, but ended up choking on his water too. After catching his breath, and nearly soaking Phoebe, he began to flip out.

"Oh No! This Is NOT Happening! You Hear Me? You and Pataki DID NOT Kiss! She Hates You Man! She Is Your Bully! You Didn't Kiss Her! Say You Didn't Kiss Her!?"

Gerald looked as if it was hard to breathe, suddenly, as if by miracle, the class jolted to life.

"I'm with Gerald on this one. It Was Simply Unbelievable!"

"I think its wonderful guys!"

"WHILIKERS! I never wouldda guessed!"

"Awnold and Helga sitting in a tree…"

"Boy Howdy, Arnold! You sure know how to pick 'em!"

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

"Does this mean there is an impending Apocalypse?"

"But I think it was ever so sweet…"

"Does she taste like poison?"

"Enough!" None other than Helga G. Pataki yelled, causing everyone to freeze "Sit" She demanded, coldly. Everyone obeyed.

"Hi Helga" Arnold smirked

"H-Hi." Now it was so difficult for her to speak, but she was going to try as hard as she could, just like how hard she was trying to cover the blush that crept onto her face.

"Want to go to Slaucens after school?" He was having too much fun with this.

Everyone in the room stayed silent, rinds racing, thinking 'Did Arnold just…?'

"L-like a Date… Or…?" Half of her wanted to know, the other half wanted to see if he was messing with her.

"Well, I like you- like you so a date. I mean, unless you don't like me back…?"

Did it just get hot in here or did he just ask her on a Date? "I'd love to" came out of her mouth without thinking about it. CRIMINEY! When did my mouth suddenly say things without running it by my brain first!?

"Cool." He smiled at her, and she couldn't help by smile back. The class was beyond surprised, and Helga wasn't comfortable with all this attention on her. Phoebe decided to cut into their conversation to get Arnold away from Helga; since she understood her best friend's emotions might be flying off the walls at this point.

Phoebe whispered into Helga's ear "Are you okay? 'Ice Cream' seems very bold with what he is doing. Does this mean 'Ice Cream' likes you back? Because 'Ice Cream' seems to have reciprocated his feelings for you as well."

"I have no idea. All I know is, I'm going on a date with Arnold." Suddenly, the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. IM. GOING. ON. A. DATE. WITH. ARNOLD. And HE. ASKED. ME. Suddenly Helga was at a loss for words.

Meanwhile…

"MAN ARE YOU CRAZY?!" Gerald yelled in just above a whisper "THIS IS HELGA WE ARE TALKING ABOUT! You know 4TH GRADE BULLY! Your Personal Tormentor! Arnold! Arnold Are You Listening To Me!?"

"Gerald, It all makes sense now. Don't you get it?" Arnold replied casually.

"No Arnold! I Don't! Please explain to me why Ms. Helga G. Pataki suddenly not only has your attention, but enough to make you kiss her!?" Gerald was half sarcastic, half concerned for his best friend. Why did Arnold kiss her? The kiss was out of nowhere over some stupid gold locket of Helga's, that he returned before he kissed her. During lunch, Arnold was beyond frustrated with Helga for a smart-alec comment she made about his shirt, mistaking it for a skirt, and suddenly, he is kissing her like she's the only air he needs.

"Gerald, I can't explain this to you because they're her feelings, but I understand why she always tormented me, so that should be enough. Besides, now that I know, the way she acts is just cute."

"Arnold… I really- and by really I mean REALLY- hope you know what you're doing. You have completely disturbed the normal, everyday balance of our lives!"

Arnold could only laugh "I know exactly what I'm doing. Just trust me on this."

Gerald crossed his arms "Yeah, cause last time I did that I ended up fainting." He mumbled which was just barley audible.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

They sat there for the rest of class, with Arnold trying to make conversation and Helga trying to keep attention off of her, although at this point it was inevitable.

After class, Helga and Arnold walked together to their lockers, then exiting the school.

"Rhondaliod is going to enjoy this too much… You understand that right?" Helga could feel the stares, and hoped looks could kill as she scowled at them causing them to turn away, only too look back, when she wasn't looking at them.

Half thought Arnold was a dead-man, the other half thought he had finally lost it, others were still trying to absorb the fact that they weren't enemies, but that they liked each other, and some were stuck on the fact that they were going on a date.

"I know, but I don't care." Arnold walked calmly, simply ignoring the stares.

"Okay." They remained quiet at the cross walk.

They made their way to the intersection by the school, where the bus was coming to pick up their classmates, who had their eyes glued on Helga and Arnold.

"Can you stop it?" Helga whispered to him

"Stop what?"

"Embarrassing me, im not used to having this kind of attention on me."

"oh really? Like you haven't put me on the spot before?" he teased

"Look, im sorry about that. But please stop. This is extremely uncomfortable Arnold." She looked up at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would stop.

"Okay, but only if you answer this one question for me?"

"What?" she asked

"Will you hold my hand?" He held his hand out for her to take.

Suddenly, her face was bright red, and he could only stifle a quick laugh.

She mumbled a 'yes' that only he could hear, since it was just above a whisper, and she took his hand in hers. She grabbed her hoodie and covered her face from the stares of their classmates as they waited for the crosswalk sign to change. The bus arrived but none of their classmates boarded.

"You can take the bus." Arnold said

"There's another one in 15 minutes. We have other important things to do at the moment." Rhonda stated quickly, giving Arnold a knowing look, while their other classmates stood nodding their heads. Phoebe could only stand there and watch her best friend deal with this.

Suddenly, Helga's temper kicked in "Alright Already! Move Along! There's nothing to see here! Move it ya bunch of Morons!" Helga shouted. Nobody moved, instead, they snickered.

"Helga, you're not so tough anymore, especially when you're holding hands with Arnold." Rhonda was going to milk this for all it was worth.

"Can it Princess. Just because we're holding hands doesn't mean I can't hit you."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Test me, Princess!" Helga scowled. Suddenly, everyone remembered just because she was holding his hand, didn't mean she couldn't let it go and follow through with her threats.

The cross-walk light changed and Arnold pulled a scowling Helga with him, leaving their classmates half in fear, half in amusement. They walked to Slaucens in silence because Helga was not happy about their latest encounter with their classmates.