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Pumpkin.

In spite of all his expertise in the science of Helga, Arnold was still struggling to find her. She was a very complicated subject, the more he learned the less he knew; even with every trivial tidbit about her, the blonde spawned a dozen new questions.

She's allergic to strawberries; why is her allergy such a sore topic for her? Is it a genetic allergy? Do her family members share it? Does she ever wish she could eat things with strawberries? Could this be a part of why she is so angry?

Or what about her passion for Shakespeare? She really seemed to enjoy the role of Juliet, could it be she likes theatre? Or Shakespeare specifically? Does she like to read it in her free time? Does she understand it? How good of a reader is she? Does she write?

It was all these questions Arnold had to grapple with when trying to understand Helga. Each string of questions only further entangling him in the massive web of confusion the girl had spun- the girl whom he definitely didn't have feelings for, no, he was only curious and wanted to help, after all he'd need to know her to help her. That is all.

Arnold had been wandering the boat for at least a couple of hours now; morning had long since passed and it was well into the afternoon, so well into the afternoon the sun had gone down. Sighing, the blonde retreated to the third story's rear balcony intending to rest for a little before continuing his search. He leaned against the railing, breathing slowly and relaxing his shoulders.

What was wrong with his recently? The girl of his dreams had maybe tried to ask him out and he'd shrugged her off to play a one-sided game of hide and seek with his one and only tormentor. People don't do things like that, not unless-

"...void…" a voice from nowhere startled Arnold out of his thoughts. "Break free…" Curiosity overwhelmed the boy as the words continued; the voice was strange, like he'd heard it before but never like this, as though listening to a cat bark but still with the voice of a cat. A foreign and unfamiliar yet all too recognizable voice, but belonging to who? "...my too full head…" It seemed to be coming from somewhere below him. "...endless sea of dreams and sleep…" He leaned over the railing to look down; the sight made his heart clench.

There was Helga, her legs curled into her chest and her chin resting on her knees. Her lips were curled into a soft smile- the especially rare kind he'd only seen on the blonde's face once or twice before. Arnold strained his ears to hear what she was mumbling.

"Vivid dreams… subtle...violent emotion." Frowning the blonde further leaned out over the edge. "A thrashing storm...eets a silent des...oasis? Eye of the storm… catalyst; the contradiction… my...and my de… vant and my subju… my key and my cage." He really wanted to hear what this girl was saying; what could possibly be the cause of the smile that bewildered him so? "Ar-" Helga suddenly slapped herself, the smile vanishing with the force of the blow.

Arnold was so thrown by her sudden change in mood that he lost his grip on the railing and tumbled down onto the shiny, white shed. Despite the pain that was now wracking his body- especially his right arm- he could still still hear the shriek of surprise from Helga.

"Uhhh… Helga?" He muttered while struggling to pick himself up. "Sorry about that." The blonde finally managed to look up and into the girl's blue eyes, now brimming with tears as she watched him with worry. Apparently she had yet to fully process the situation as she was frozen in place.

Suddenly snapping back to life, the blonde girl scrambled over to him shouting. "Criminy football-head! The crap were you doing? Where did you fall from?!" Had he not been in monumental pain, Arnold would have chuckled. She was so flustered and angry and scared and worried and cute. The boy froze as realization dawned upon him. A sudden and heated revelation, all-encompassing like a big bear hug.

He liked her liked her. Who was he even kidding? He was in love with Helga.

Twelve hours ago he'd been ignorant to it all, simply walking down the old, familiar sidewalk towards his class.

Eleven hours ago he chatted with Helga about the "gaudy, pointless waste of space ship" they were on.

Ten hours ago he'd been sitting around, thinking about her and all her curious traits.

Seven hours ago he and Helga had been victorious in an epic game of volleyball, although Arnold didn't dare take credit as he'd spent the entire match watching her.

Three hours ago he'd started looking for the elusive girl, wanting to be nearer.

And now he knew, he knew and this moment is when it all began. But with every new beginning, something else comes to an end and this was the end of their peaceful lives.