Very different concept here. This is just an idea I had and yeah.

The Bold Font is Arnold's POV

The Regular Font is Helga's POV

The Bold and Italic Font is Both of them talking.

Let me know what you guys think!

also, i don't own hey arnold.

xoxo

Polkahotness

There was something sick about the way Arnold looked at Lila.

There was something weird about the way Helga glared at Lila.

And I didn't like it.

I mean the kid had just broken up with that Andrea girl and all I wanted to do was smack her in the face. How DARE she cheat on Arnold? He was the nicest guy any of us had ever known. He was the practically the nicest guy in the whole damn world. And that girl, CHEATED on him? I wanted to show her who she was messing with. But shouldn't he be more distraught? Shouldn't he be sad or mad or hurt or SOMETHING? Shouldn't he CARE that his girlfriend cheated on him? No. The kid was looking at Lila and with those glimmer eyes the way I had always dreamed, he'd one day look at me... like he... loved me.

It was like she wanted to kill her. All the years of my life I had seen Helga's reaction to Lila, and she used to just not like her. Now suddenly, suddenly she was shooting her the death glare. I couldn't understand how one day she could wake up and hate someone so completely. Sure, she could hate me, but she didn't have to hate Lila. She was kind and sweet and cared about everyone's best interest. She was one of the nicest girls

She was one of the world's worst wormy scumbag bitches

in the whole world.

How could she hate her? She hadn't done anything to her. At least, I didn't THINK she had done anything to her. I mean, what could she do?

She led Arnold on like some little tramp. Before Arnold and Andrea were dating she treated him overly nice, when they broke up she started to invit him over every stinkin' weekend and then at the parties we went to? The first party we went to after his break up, they went off and made-out. They were always fooling around somewhere since she showed up in Hillwood way back when.. It was sickening the way she treated him, and the football-head never even picked up on it. Hell, I doubt he ever will.

Maybe it was because of that night... It wasn't my fault. I blame Gerald entirely. He kept pushing and Lila was intent on kissing me, no matter what I told her. And... I was so mad that Andrea would cheat on me. It wasn't fair. I had stayed loyal to her in our six months of dating, and I had turned down a girl or two here and there, but she went off with any guy who asked her to. I wanted to show her that I could get somebody too. Somebody better than her.

It was just wrong.

She used him.

I used her.

She found him at his weakest and took ADVANTAGE of the BEST damn guy in the entire world. She kissed him in FRONT of me and I wanted to smack her. I wanted to slap her upside the head and tell her that she had no BUSINESS with someone as good as Arnold. She had no business screwing up his life.

But Helga didn't seem to think so. She marched over to where we were kissing on the couch, red cup in hand, and grabbed Lila by the shoulder, pulling her away from me.

'Let go, Helga!' she screamed, trying to slap her away in a futile attempt.

But Lila was no match for Helga.

I was a hell of a lot stronger than her, and I had a lot more to tell her. I was going to show her once and for all that she didn't OWN Arnold and she couldn't keep leading him on like some puppy. He was gaga over her, always had been, and she wasn't RIGHT for him! I had to prove to her that she wasn't supposed to BE with him.

I was. It was supposed to be ME kissing him on that couch. It was supposed to be ME talking him through that breakup. ME!

Helga G. Pataki

was glaring at her, gripping her shoulder hard as Lila tried to squirm out of her hands.

"Let me go!" she said again. "What did I do to you?"

"It isn't ME your doing it to, Lila. You're taking advantage of him!"

I looked around, feeling everyone's eyes on the three of us as we occupied the middle of the living room.

"Helga, what are you talking about? I kissed her!"

"I'm ever so certain you don't know what you're talking about."

And that was when it happened.

Right then and there, I winded up my fist and came down, my fist connecting with her eye as she yelled out in pain.

The room was silent.

Helga had just done the unthinkable. It wasn't long before I helped Lila up, looked Helga straight in the eye and shook my head. She knew what I was thinking. I didn't need to tell her.

Lila's perfect face didn't look so perfect anymore. Nah, that bruise was my only proof that that night happened. It was what showed me I had finally gotten my point across.

I don't know what point Helga was trying to prove, but it didn't work. Lila looked horrible, sitting in her seat in the cafeteria with that big bruise covering her once perfectly shaped eye.

She was looking at Arnold, a weak smile on her face, and I frowned.

She smiled at me and I smiled back to her, it would be okay. It would be okay even if her face didn't look to it's normal standards. All I knew is that maybe Helga WAS everything she seemed she was. Maybe... maybe I had been wrong.

Maybe I shouldn't have punched her in the face. I mean, Arnold was dense, like REALLY dense. He didn't GET things. Maybe he wouldn't GET why I would stand up for him like that. He hadn't even talked to me all day.

It would take a lot for her to prove herself to me again. Helga had punched Lila in the face.

It was drastic. It looked painful. It wasn't the right thing to do.

Keep it together old girl, I told myself. Give it a week. Just a week. Maybe he'll come around.

Maybe Helga will come around.

But what I did,

But what she did,

hadn't been the real Helga at all.