A/N: Whoa, I'm so sorry for the delay in the update. School has been a bit hectic, no lie. Teachers love homework here, ha-ha. But I finally found some time, but before I start, I want to thank Inuyasha-loves-Kagome for the idea of this chapter. (: I hope you all enjoy.

"No…no…this can't be happening. I just had it not even a minute ago…where could it have—" Arnold's words faltered when he felt a forceful tap on his shoulder, and when he turned around, he realized it was only Curly.

Wait…only Curly?

"Oh, hi Curly…how are—" His voice trailed off when he saw a piece of paper in his hand, same size, same fold, same everything, as the note. "Um, Curly…you do know that that note is mine, right?"

"Oh, really? Do you really think I'm that stupid? I might be a little crazy, but I'm not stupid. I was at the party last night, too, and I know exactly what this note is for. My darling wanted Helga to get this note, and she will. Do you really think I'll just let you get away with tossing it out and getting my precious Rhonda upset? I DON'T THINK SO!"

"Ugh, alright, calm down. Just give me the note, and I'll give it to her, okay?"

Curly chuckled, with a hint of maliciousness in his eyes. "There you go again, thinking I'm that stupid. Sorry, Arnold, but we all know you wouldn't give it to her."

"Fine, give it to her! But please Curly, don't tell her about the party!"

Pondering that thought for a moment, he finally spoke up again. "I won't. However, in order to make my darling Rhonda happy, you must actually pretend to love Helga."

"Oh, come on. That wasn't part of the dare…"

"No, it's part of my dare. Do we have a deal?"

Defeated, Arnold sighed. 'Pretending to love her can't be that bad, can it? I mean, what are the chances that she'll actually believe it, anyway? The odds are practically one in a million…' "Yeah, sure Curly."

Laughing manically, the boy ran off to Helga's locker, loving the thought of his longtime crush, Rhonda, falling head over heels with him after he added something perfect to her dare. It was bound to work out amazingly. "Oh, Helga. There's something Arnold wanted me to give you. He was a bit too shy to do it himself." He held out the note, a malicious grin forming on his face.

'Arnold…wrote a note for me? This can't be happening…' "Give me it." She snatched the piece of paper from his hands, and was about to open it until she realized he was still standing over her shoulder. "Get lost, you freak!"

"Heheheheh, sure thing." The boy ran off, laughing his maniacal laugh once again.

"Poor deranged little freak…" Anxious, the blonde girl unfolded the note, anticipating what she was about to read. She had to read it about 3 times for the words to finally sink in. "Arnold…really loves me? Loves me? This better not be a dream again…" Sighing happily, she held the note to her heart, and closed her eyes. "At last, my dreams are becoming a reality; my true love actually returns those feelings." Helga stopped, once she realized what she had to do. "I have to tell him now…I can't lose this chance. " With that final thought, she made her way to his locker, her body shaking with nervousness, but she was finally ready.

"Um, Arnold…could I talk you?"

'Uh-oh…' "Yeah, sure. What's up?"

"Yeah um…see, Curly stopped by my locker today…and he gave me this." She held out the note, and she noticed a slight blush appear on his cheeks. She smiled, it was so adorable. "And well…" Now it was her turn to blush, a deep shade of red, as she shuffled her feet on the round and stumbled on her words.

'This is it…the end of my life…' "Helga. I—"

Her voice cut him off. "I'm really happy about that…" She smiled shyly, although a bit mad at herself because of the fact that she didn't come right out and say how she felt.

In a state of shock, Arnold managed to only get two words out. "You…are?"

She nodded slowly, beaming on the inside. But little did she know that this wasn't what she thought it was.

"Helga, listen…" 'Wait, I have to actually pretend that I love her, even though I don't. There's only one thing to do…' "Listen, if you're not busy tonight…I was wondering…um, do you want to go to dinner to…'Great, where would she want to go…' "Chez Paris?"

"Y-yeah, of course I would." She smiled, and Arnold got a slightly funny feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he couldn't actually describe it.

"Great…so, how does 7 o' clock sound?"

"Sounds perfect foot—I mean, Arnold."

"Perfect…so it's a date then." 'Wow, those words were hard to get out…' "I'll see you then." He closed his locker and smiled at her, even though he wasn't too happy about the whole situation.

"Yeah, bye Arnold." As he walked away, she let out a squeal of excitement. This was going to be perfect.

Or was it?

A/N: So, a date later that night. Something Helga's always dreamed of, but not so much Arnold. I promise, I will have the next chapter up much faster than this, and plus, I have some ideas already, so it won't take me as long to brainstorm. (: I hope you all enjoyed this.