This one was already written down so I just needed to type it up. However many days it has been since the last update is how long it took me to type it. Let that be a testament to my will or extreme abhorrence of typing depending on how long it has been.
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Pumpkin.
After the game Arnold had been dragged away by excited peers, thrilled by his victory. The blonde had tried to assure the others that it was all Helga's work that truly cemented their team's win, but the children didn't seem to listen. Struggling to escape the overbearing crowd, the boy watched in despair as his teammate sauntered back to her deck chair of solitude.
His prudence wouldn't allow him the gratification of roughly shoving aside these acquaintances. And so he lost her to the chaotic nature of social obligation and so-called "manners".
Helga frowned as she covered her ears. The rambunctious laughter of her classmates was driving her insane. Growling the blonde glared at each of her preoccupied peers as she stormed away from the obnoxious crowd.
The bully fled the mosh pit of a volleyball court as quickly as possible. Call her a coward (if you want to be punched in the face) but she wasn't about to let herself be smothered by preteen sweat and elbowed into oblivion. Besides, she needed to distance herself from Arnold anyway. The young girl wouldn't have been able to bottle up all her conflicting emotions and inner turmoil over him much longer. An explosive emotional meltdown was the last thing she wanted to share with her peers, their beady eyes always searching for a new source of sadistic amusement.
After all children can be horribly, horribly cruel. Despite the massive crowd of excitement and congratulations behind her, no one dared to come and applaud Helga for her fierce, overwhelming victory.
'This is good,' the blonde assured herself, 'you don't want them close.' Lounging back on her peaceful plastic chair, the girl settled down and closed her eyes.
And waited.
Having finally disentangled himself from his peers, Arnold began heading towards Helga. The blonde only headed to politely squeeze past a few more people when he felt someone tap his shoulder. Ever the gentleman, he turned around hoping to simply exchange pleasantries before moving on. Before him stood the red-headed beauty and apple of everyone's eyes.
"Arnold," she asked quietly, wringing her hands, "I was wondering if I could speak with you."
"Umm, maybe later Lila," Arnold started, beginning to turn around.
"Actually," the girl cried out while grabbing his wrist so he had to face her, "I'd ever so appreciate it if we could speak now." He relented, waiting patiently for her to speak. The southern belle seemed to have trouble looking in his eyes, instead frequently glancing over his shoulder and past him.
"It's just…" she started, seeming to fumble with her words for the first time in her life, was she… nervous? "The two of us have known each other every so long and we get along quite well…" the red-head paused again, looking over his shoulder and tapping her foot impatiently before turning back to him, "and I guess… or rather I believe…" Lila chewed her lip as she again glanced over Arnold's shoulder, "well, we're such good friends but I... " Peaking over his shoulder again, the red-head looked relieved and delighted all at once. She turned back to Arnold with a sad, almost pitiful smile, "I'll tell you later… I'm sorry!" With that Lila skipped away from the very confused boy.
'Why did she apologize? Does Lila… like me like me?' He wondered in shock. This was something the boy had dreamed of for over a year now, the supposed highlight of his life and yet- Arnold shook his head. He'd been trying to get to Helga. However when the blonde turned back to the deck chairs the girl was gone.
Helga wouldn't be able to stand the noise much longer. Childish squeals and screams grated on her ear drums like sandpaper, the blonde felt as though she was being assaulted by the cacophony. Scowling she scrunched her brows down in frustration, refusing to open her eyes and admit defeat. This torture had become a test of wills. How long could she withstand he painfully obnoxious mess of sound coming from her peers.
Somewhere on the deck Eugene began singing.
Nope. That crossed the line. She was done. Screw you people.
Helga roughly shoved herself off the chair and wandered off in hopes of finding peace and quiet.
Helga wasn't too sure what time it was, only that the sun was down and at least a couple hours had passed by. She'd taken her violent frustration out on the unfortunate few whom she stumbled upon; with the pent-up rage currently resolved the blonde only needed to let her creative side let off some steam before she could finally return to her passive state. Belting out a couple lines of poetry should do the trick.
The girl found herself a secluded spot at the back of the yacht; there was a small cabin for storage that was dimly lit and a story or so above the main deck that she climbed on top of. Setting her eyes on the water before her, she began to ramble little poetic threads together.
"Something about the vastness of the ocean… this idea of endless waves gently rolling over one another, casually, nonchalantly. It's an empty world. Nothing but the continuous rhythm of the wave, lolling back and forth; it's a void. Limitless, inspiring, liberating. Breaking free of the chains that connect me to society and to that too full house. Escape from my too full head.
"Just the motion of the waves, rocking back and forth carrying me into an endless sea of dreams and sleep." The blonde took a deep breath, smiling lightly. "Vivid dreams of subtle desires and violent emotion. A thrashing storm meets a silent desert. But my oasis? In the eye of the storm rests he, the catalyst; the contradiction; my God and my devil; my servant and my subjuggulator, my key and my cage.
"Ar-" Helga slapped herself. What was she thinking?! Now what not the time to be preaching her innermost feelings. Not when-
Suddenly a loud thud crashed behind her, startling the blonde and causing her to shriek.
"Uhh… Helga?"