A/N: Ahh, I'm so sorry it's been a while since I last updated. My computer was being wacky, and liked deleting my documents. But it's all okay now (hopefully.) So I'm really sorry, I won't abandon this story like I did around this time last year, haha. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

'This is ridiculous,' Arnold thought while pretending to be paying attention in his last class of the day. 'I don't think what happened between me and Helga last night has left my mind once today. And I still have no idea why I kissed her in the first place! This is crazy…all I know is that I need way more time to think about it.'

"Arnold," a tiny voice interrupted his thoughts, "do you mind if I ask you for a big favor?"

"Oh, um…sure Phoebe. What is it?"

"Helga's English teacher informed me that she left her book behind yesterday. However, I'm afraid that right after school I have to go directly the National Honors Society meeting…would you mind bringing this to her?"

'Crap…this wasn't supposed to happen…' "Phoebe…I—I don't know if I can face her right now."

"Oh, that's right…Helga told me about what happened . Well, it's better to confront her now than later. That would just make things even more awkward."

"But…" The bell rang, cutting off Arnold's protest.

"Thanks so much, Arnold. I'm very sorry if this was an inconvenience."

Arnold sighed, placing his hand on his forehead. "It's no problem, Phoebe."

Phoebe smiled brightly, beginning to walk out of the classroom. "Goodbye, Arnold…I'll see you tomorrow."

'Great…just great. I couldn't say no to Phoebe…who else would have brought Helga's book over for her? But now…ugh…what am I gonna say to her? I can't make her mad at me. Again.' Arnold stopped dead in his tracks when he reached Helga's house. 'I guess it's now or never…' He began walking up to the door, his hand practically shaking. 'Just ring the doorbell…it's not that hard.'

Even though it only took about twenty seconds for the door to open, it seemed like an eternity, "A-Arnold…what are you doing here?"

"I—Phoebe—here." Arnold held the book for Helga to grab, mentally cursing himself for sounding so nervous.

"Oh, my English book." She took it from his hands, and then glared at him slightly. "I left it behind for a reason. I already have a gazillion assignments I have to do."

"Oh…I'm sorry. It's just…Phoebe asked me to bring it to you because she had an Honors Society meeting."

There was an awkward silence between the two, but they both had gotten used to having that happen. "Arnold…the announcements said yesterday that the meetings don't start until next week…"

"…You're kidding." Helga simply shook her head, looking confused, although she had a pretty good idea on why Phoebe did this in the first place. "W-Why did she tell me she was busy, then?"

"I think I know why…" Her voice trailed off, and her eyes shifted towards the ground."

'Arnold, you idiot. Say something to her. You can't run away from her again.' "Helga…last night…"

"…you ran away from me like a coward."

This took Arnold by surprise, and his head immediately snapped up. "Helga…you don't understand…I didn't know what else to do!"

"I know, Arnold. I know."

"I-I still don't know why or how it happened. It just…did."

"Thank you, captain obvious."

"I mean, I thought about it…you…all night. And all day during school…the walk here. It's been driving me crazy, Helga! You're the only thing that's been on my mind since it happened!"

"Hey, don't yell at me, Football Head! Nobody told you that you had to kiss me!"

Arnold sighed, rubbing his hand up and down his arm. "I'm sorry…you just don't know how confusing it's been for me."

"And you don't think it's been confusing for me, too? You don't think I've been wondering why you kissed me, or what would happen when we had to see each other?"

"I know…" His voice trailed off, and he seemed to be in deep thought. "But Helga…I think I've realized what the reason behind it was…"

'Oh my gosh…can it be…no…I don't have that kind of luck.' "What is it, Arnold?"

"I-I…I think…"

'What if he's going to tell me that he loves me, though? Should I believe it this time?'

"I think…that it was just the heat of the moment."

And once again, there was silence. "Slick, Arnold. Use my words against me."

"Helga…"

"No, no it's okay."

"…Really?"

"Yeah, really." Helga let out a hollow chuckle, trying to make light of the matter. "Let's just forget this ever happened, okay?"

"Right, of course." Arnold smiled slightly, a bit more at ease now knowing that things were going to be okay between them. Still a bit awkward, but okay. "See ya."

"Mhm." She closed the door quickly enough so that Arnold couldn't see the tears fighting their way out of her eyes.

A/N: Haha, no way was I going to end the story here. Although I bet a lot of you knew that was coming…but I'll just hope that I made at least some of you believed that he was actually going to say that he was in love with her. So anyway, I'm still not sure at all how many more chapters I'm going to end up writing for this. Any ideas, feedback, or predictions would be great. I hope you all enjoyed this. (: