AN: Hey Arnold doesn't belong to me...obviously...
Hopefully this chapter is a little better in terms of editing as the previous chapters were done on my iPhone while this one was on my laptop. Short Chapter this time
They had gone on almost every ride in the park and soon it was starting to get dark, everyone said goodbye and went their own ways leaving Helga, Arnold, Gerald and Phoebe. "Well, we're off too, I gotta wake up early for my shift at the hospital." Phoebe said as she gave Helga a hug goodbye. Phoebe was working as an intern at the hospital. She had hoped to become a cardio surgeon. Gerald also said goodbye as he and Arnold did their secret hand shake. This left Arnold and Helga on their own.
"Well, there's still one ride that we haven't gone on yet." Said Helga as she looked in a certain direction. Arnold turned to where she was looking and smiled.
"Let's go then." He said as he grabbed her hand and led the way. The Ferris wheel was Helga's favourite ride. She could see the whole city from the top. Arnold and Helga sat in the cage as it went higher and higher. They were all alone finally and there was nothing that could interrupt them.
"Helga..."
"Arnold..." They both said at the same. Arnold chuckled.
"You go first" He said being the gentleman he was.
"No, it's okay, you go first." Replied Helga, she was unsure of what she wanted to say.
"Uh...well...the thing is...I..." Arnold couldn't find the words to say.
"Please don't say it! I know what you're gonna say. I don't want it to be weird between us." Helga blurted out. She was convinced he was going to say he didn't love her. She couldn't handle that rejection. She at least still wanted to be friends with him if he didn't like her that way.
"Oh.." Was all Arnold could reply. He was about to say that he loved her but, hearing her just then, he believed that she must not love him anymore like she used to.
"We can still hang out and be friends. It doesn't have to be weird does it?" Asked Helga with a sad smile. Arnold smiled back, if he couldn't be with her, at least he could still have his best friend.
"Sure. Of course we're still friends. You'll always be my best friend."
"I thought Gerald was your best friend." Replied Helga with an eyebrow raised.
"That's different. You're my best gal." Arnold said with a 50's New York accent. Helga chuckled as the ride came to a stop and they were back at the bottom.
As Arnold piled chopped wood together, he couldn't help think about Helga. He was helping Phil chop wood up. "Something on your mind Shortman? Asked Phil noticing how distracted Arnold was.
"Grandpa, I know you think I don't know that Gertie was grandma in your stories, but I can't help wonder, how'd you do it? I mean how did you figure out that she actually like you and when you realised you liked her back how did you tell her?" Arnold asked as he leaned on one of the logs that hadn't been chopped yet.
"Ah well..." Phil began as he sat on the stump he was chopping the wood on. "I'm going to guess this is about the little lady stayin' in your room. When I found out that your grandma actually liked me, I had just come from the war, to be honest while I was out fighting, it was your grandma I missed the most, didn't understand it at the time, couldn't figure out why I would miss my bully the most. But then when I came home, I saw her, waiting for me at the bus station with a big welcome home sign, and I thought to myself..."
"That's when you knew that you loved her wasn't it?" Interrupted Arnold.
"No dang it. I wondered what the heck she was doing and what prank she was trying to pull on me!" Replied Phil rubbing his head.
"Grandpa!" Arnold replied in exasperation.
"Anyways, what I'm trying to tell you is that, you just know and it's a gut feeling, either that or you've had too many raspberries." Phil replied rubbing his stomach. "On that note, remember to never eat raspberries." Phil quickly made a dash side the house to his 'office'. Arnold rolled his eyes but looked towards his bedroom window, wondering.
"So you're telling me, she said she only wants to be friends. And that she doesn't like you that way?" Said Gerald trying to understand Arnold. Gerald and Arnold were on the basketball court playing one on one after Arnold had finished helping Phil. He had explained the whole Ferris wheel incident.
"Well she didn't exactly say that. She said she didn't want it to be weird between us and asked if we could still be friends." Replied Arnold as he dribbled the basketball towards the hoop.
"After you said you liked her?" Asked Gerald before stealing the ball off Arnold.
"Well I never got the chance to say that I liked her." Arnold replied trying to block Gerald from shooting the ball.
"So she thinks you rejected her?" Gerald asked dodging Arnold's block. All of a sudden Arnold paused. He straightened up and looked at Gerald confused then a realisation came to him. He hadn't thought that Helga may have incorrectly interpreted him.
"Helga thinks I don't love her!" Arnold exclaimed. Gerald rolled his eyes then smacked his own forehead in disbelief. He couldn't believe his best friend was this oblivious.
"Dude! Just freakin' go up to her and kiss her!" Gerald said a little frustrated at the fact that his best friend had only just figured it out.
"You're right Gerald. This time I won't let anything stop me!" Arnold said enthusiastically. He then ran out leaving Gerald standing in the middle of the basket court all alone. Gerald stood there shaking his head in disbelief.