"Really Helga?"

"Just… Promise not to laugh…" She knew she was making a bold move, but everything was going great so far, so she might as well push her luck. He was being so accepting, maybe he'd also accept this too.

"Have I ever laughed at you?"

"Touché Football Head." She jabbed, causing him to smile.

"I like when you call me that…"

"Seriously? I thought it "got on your last nerve" as you said so last week." She was rummaging through her bookbag.

"Yeah, but that's before I realized it was a pet name." he boldly winked at her, causing her to blush again, and continue looking through her bookbag.

"I didn't mean for it to be a pet name, but It actually works." She turned around winking at him. she stood up, holding something behind her back. "Close your eyes…"

"Okay" he obliged

'He trusts me!'

She pulled the pink notebook from behind her back and had just placed it on his lap, when she suddenly noticed something on one of Arnold's shelves. It was pink, looked extremely familiar, and-

"So you are the author of the little pink books!" Arnold was holding the second pink book he had ever come in direct contact with. His assumptions in class had been true!

"You… kept… it…" Her eyes were wide, her jaw was gaping, and she could hardly speak…

"Of course… I like the poems a lot. And I just solved the mystery of the author." He winked at her.

If blushing were a contest, she would have definitely won today. She couldn't help it though, since he made it so hard not to blush.

Well… if he takes the poetry well, I wonder how he'll handle the shrines…

Helga snapped out of it, and noticed Arnold was already comfy on his bed, reading her poetry- and… was he... he couldn't be… he was SMILING?!

'Oh my football headed love god! I adore your praise at my simple-minded works of poetic adoration! You're so kind and thoughtful, my sweet prince! I hope that through my poems, I can surely sway you to understand how much my heart is bursting with love for you and only you, my cornflower haired angel…' Helga's mental monologue was definitely getting written down later.

"Wow Helga! This is amazing!" Arnold was amazed at how good she was at poetry, and touched that she adored him so much. He enjoyed the idea of someone being so into him.

"…Really?" Helga thought she was dreaming.

"Yeah! These poems are amazing!" he continued reading.

"Hey! This was the poem Mr. Simmons read a few weeks ago." Suddenly, a blush crept onto his face again. He felt silly for never realizing all these mystery poems in their classes were about him. 'I really am dense…'

Helga was just happy he enjoyed her work, since Poetry felt like the only way she could truly express her love for him.

Helga decided to lay down, on her stomach, on his bed while he reads the book. She was nervous of course, but then again, today had been full of surprises, so she might as well go with it. Besides, he was handling it so well.

Arnold lay down next to Helga on his stomach, and was reading quietly as Helga decided to rest her head.

Every few poems, Arnold would look up and notice Helga quietly resting beside him.

'She's really pretty when she is sleepy… actually, she's really pretty in general… I cant believe I never noticed any of this before…'

Arnold continued reading quietly, finding that Helga was incredibly talented in writing too.

'You always manage to surprise me…' Arnold rested his head on his hand and watched her for a minute. 'She's so peaceful… I'm glad she is mine.'

Suddenly, a realization dawned on him. She wasn't his. He wasn't hers. They weren't official. They didn't even know what they wanted to be.

'I know she loves me, but… It's not fair to her if I only like-like her, and she loves me… but I don't want her to be with anyone else…' Arnold rolled onto his back, and began to think deeply about what comes next.

She was sound asleep, when a sudden rolling movement woke her up… Hands were on her neck… Her face was being pulled up… her lips felt funny. Kissing.

Her eyes opened. Arnold is kissing me! Helga closed her eyes and continued kissing him. The kisses weren't long. They were sweet, and gentle- but passionate.

They both melted into the kisses. Shortly after it ended.

Both we're panting from the excitement of kissing each other. The small kisses felt natural, and real.

"Well… That's one way to wake me up." Helga teased him.

"Sorry Helga." His smile always made her melt "I just wanted to see what it felt like."

"We've kissed before, Arnold."

"No, You have kissed me before. That was the first real kiss we had, besides the Play ground today."

Helga blushed a little at the memory "Oh… So, why the fancy wake up? Did you finish reading?"

"Yeah. It was amazing."

"I am pretty amazing."

"But that's not why I woke you up."

"Oh really? Then why have you disturbed my slumber?" Helga tried being mellow-dramatic, and succeeded getting a laugh out of him.

"Because…" suddenly, his confidence was gone "I… realized something…"

'Not Good! Not Good! Not Good!'

"Don't worry… I just realized… I asked you on a date…"

"Is that all?"

"Well, No… But… I just realized… We aren't technically… a couple…"

"Oh…" suddenly, the realization hit Helga. Then another thought came to mind… 'He doesn't wanna date me…' She tried to compose herself "Okay…"

"Helga…"

"Yeah Arnold…"

Here it comes…. Helga mentally braced herself for the worst…

"Do you wanna be my Girlfriend?"