…Chapter 8…
For a few weeks I have been hanging out with Arnold without Serena and we just talk and getting comfortable in our time together. Yet, there were some things that bothered me. I did ask for Serena's perspective, I guess it should be alright if I asked for his. Okay, Helga, here goes nothing.
"How are things at home?"
"The food is an improvement since my dad took over the kitchen, and mom is trying to dress up Serena in any dress she can find. We did buy her a walking cane for blind people. She appreciates it, very much."
"How long ago did you find her?"
"Umm, I say a little over a year and a half. She was badly injured when we found her. Her eyes were burnt and had scrapes over her arms and legs. If I remember right, she wore a dress that was in tethers. Even her feet were blistered from a fire that we knew nothing of. The note that was with her had old ointment remedy from the Green-Eyes and we used it. We only had to change her bandages every night and apply ointment by candle light."
"Wow that is…"
"Surprising? Yeah, she had endured so much and when she started to acknowledge our presence. We talked to her and she knows to answer 'yes or no' questions, but when it came to details, she just couldn't answer with words."
"That is her mental condition, a selective mute?"
"Yeah, my parents read about it and came to that conclusion 4 months later. After she was fully healed we tried asking the Green-Eyes about her name or family, but they never answered us. So for the longest time we called her Eve but she shook her head. We assumed that she wanted something. I guess we just had her name wrong."
"What are your feelings towards her?"
"Helga, don't tell me that you're getting jealous over a blind girl."
I blush, "Not jealous, just needed to clear up my mind with these questions."
"Well to answer that I guess I have always thought of her as a little sister, and I'm her brother/protector. Maybe I grew too much into that role didn't I?"
"Well, doi, Football Head."
"You know what, Helga. I would like to one day to hear her talk just once. Like a 'Thanks for helping me' type of situation."
"I know how you feel."
"Yet, you have been spending quite a long time with her."
"That is because she is a very interesting person, and we were just talking about our futures."
"What kind of futures are you guys talking about?"
"Well, one day I would love to be a writer and take the world by storm by Acting in the movies."
"(Laughs) that's a great dream."
"And she just wants to be a mom."
"What?"
"I know, she told me that with her inability to see things that jobs are out of the question, and she is always being taking care of, so her dream is to have a baby."
"Being blind is understandable, but wouldn't she like to fall in love with someone first?"
"She says that she doesn't want to fall in love, because it would be predictable with seeing auras, but taking care babies would be easy since it's a straightforward answer is to why the baby is crying."
"Right, and she still has some memories of her past, yet she still doesn't who she was before."
"What could have happened to her to make her mute and not want to fall in love?"
"Beats me, Arnold."
After a while of hanging out with each other, I headed home thinking about a plan to one day take on Lindsay. My Poetry book, I get to write more into you about this special time I had with my beloved. (Sigh)
…School…
"Hey Gerald."
"Helga, what's up?"
"I have two favors to ask of you."
"Why should I?"
"Don't forget I was the one that saved you from HER."
"Yeeah, I forgot about that. So, what do you want?"
"Are you still in touch with 'Fuzzy Slippers'?"
"Yes, I am, what do you need from him?"
"To dig dirt on Lindsay."
"That's crazy, Helga."
"Even if it's a small amount of info, then your best friend will be safe."
"I can't beat that logic, I'll ask, but why?"
"I think it's my woman's intuition saying that something big is going to happen, but I am not sure, so I am taking precautions. And yeah, sure, laugh it up."
He did indeed laugh, because for the longest time since we've known each other, I haven't been feminine in any aspect, but I was changing myself, little by little.
"Are there any other precautions you are undergoing?"
"Gonna ask a favor from Curly since he put up those zipping camera around the school."
"That's a bold move."
"Better than the alternative."
"What is?" Arnold asked and I pleaded with my eyes to Gerald to not tell. He got the hint.
"We were talking about how I saved him from Lindsay and if it weren't for me he'd be like those other guys."
"How did you do that?"
"He needed help and no one knew how, and he found me, begging me to help. I was trying to tell him that the old Helga was retired and I'm trying to find the new Helga. And so, he pulled out his crying eyes and bombarded me with texts from him and Phoebe. One day without any warning, I see her wrapping her arms around him thought up a perfect plan. I went up to him…
Yo, Geraldo, I got the history notes that you wanted and your milk. Please don't ask for anymore favors. I said.
Thanks, Helga. He said.
Now, Helga dear, please move along and find your creepy little friend and play house. She said.
I walked a little down a ways; I waited until he started drinking his milk and yelled
BOOGER!
He laughed so hard that milk went out of his nose and right on her face and shoes. After that she left him alone."
"Wow that was brave of you, Helga."
"And for that, madam, I thank you."
"Finally a 'thank you' after 6 months of waiting."
"Sorry."
"No problem."
We went into class were Serena is waiting patiently for class to start, and Gerald and I whisper;
"What is the next favor?"
"Play this cd on the school radio, please."
"Just because I'm on the school radio team that you're asking me to play your music."
"That is exactly it."
"Who is on here, may I ask?"
"It's a brand new singer, I have connections at the music studio and this singer is so BOSS."
"Is this singer part of a heavy alternative music?"
"Heck no, hair boy…this singer will make you cry."
"I'll check it out, is that all?"
"Yes, that is all I need from you."
"I do hope you know what you're doing."
"Trust me; you'll sincerely thank me one day."