Hello readers of this story!

Yeah, I'm kinda not in the best mood today. But I'll get over it! I always do! Well, kinda.

I don't have much to say. Um. That's right, um! Can't I make my sentences short and stupid sometimes! Well, too bad! I did it anyways! So there!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold, so buzz off!

I told you I wasn't in a good mood today. But you didn't listen, now, did you?

Well, enjoy!

When Helga watched as Arnold and Gerald sit at their usual table, she heard Phoebe talking to her, though she wasn't paying attention to what she was saying.

"Helga!" She shouted in her ear, starling her out of her gaze.

"What? What?...Oh, sorry Phoebe. What were you saying?" She said in response.

"I was asking you what you're gonna do today." Phoebe repeated herself.

Helga looked back to Arnold chatting with Gerald, then said, "I'm gonna go talk to Arnold, okay?"

"Okay." Phoebe simply replied with a smile.

Helga knew she had to do this. This was the only way she could put all her actions behind her. The only way she knew how to make amends with the football-headed love of her life. She had to do this. She just had to.

Taking a deep breath, Helga stood from her seat and made her way to Arnold's table.

Gerald suddenly felt a tap against his table. He turned his head up to see Helga.

Noticing this upward turn, she asked, "Can I talk to Arnold alone for a minute?"

Gerald was somewhat surprised, but understood. He got up and went over to sit down with Phoebe.

Helga sat down in the chair Gerald had just vacated. Luckily, no one else sits at this table, so she just had to make sure she was quiet enough so none of the other tables could hear. That was good, because everyone else in the lunchroom were being so noisy that she could talk in her average sincerity tone.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about, Helga?" Arnold asked without a clue.

"I," She started rubbing the back of her neck, not knowing how to say what she wanted to say. Dang it! She thought. Why do I always choke up when I'm trying to tell him something?

Finally, she continued. "I'm so sorry. For everything."

Arnold looked at the details in her expression. She looked somewhat defeated, now looking down at her fiddling hands. He was confused.

"What are you talking about?" He replied.

She looked at him again, this time with a more sorrowful expression. "I'm talking about the constant torture I put you through over the years. The spitballs. The practical jokes. The various namecalling. The mistreatment."

She paused. Then continued. "All of it. None of it was ment to hurt you. Only to conseal my true feelings from you."

She looked down at her fiddling fingers again. "But now that you know, there's no point in teasing you anymore."

She looked to him again, her face more calm and hopeful now. "I, I wanna start a clean slate. And I can't do that unless I know you'll forgive me."

She glanced down, then she looked at him shyly, in a way that Cecile did, with her hand held out to him.

"So, canwe start over? Forget about past memories?"

He looked at her, then smiled and grabbed her hand. "Just the bad ones, right?" He realized there were some good moments between him and Helga, and he didn't want to let those memories slip.

They shook hands. She gave a small giggle, then smiled. "Yeah, we can hold on to the good ones."

They gave their hands one final shake, then released each other from their grasp. "Sounds good, Helga. I'm so glad you decided to talk to me."

"Me too. Maybe we can hang out sometime. Get to know each other a little better. You know, as friends."

He smiled at her. "Yeah, Okay. Meet me by the old oak tree in the park after school. Bring a glove. We'll play catch and talk. That sound cool?"

"Sure." She said as she stood from the seat. "That sounds fun. See you then, Arnold." She waved as she walked back to her own table.

She was so happy she got that off of her chest. Finally, she's free from violent image. Now she can build herself a new one. A better one.

Plus, she gets to hang out with Arnold at the park after school today. How exciting! She could hardly wait. She will definately bring her glove. And her love, if needed.

Meanwhile, Phoebe and Gerald were talking at the other table.

As Gerald was chatting away, Phoebe pointed to the figure shadowing above Gerald. He looked up. It was Helga once again.

"You can go back to your table now, Gerald." She said in a kind, relaxed tone.

"Thanks." He replied as he stood from the chair.

When Gerald reclaimed his origional seat next to Arnold, he asked, "So, what did Helga want to talk to you about?"

Arnold was looking straight ahead into space, his face giving a blank expression. "She apologized." He said evenly.

Gerald was a little confused at his best friend's reply. His eyebrow lowered in confusion. "For what?"

Arnold smiled at Gerald. "Everything." He said simply.

So, what did you think? Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! I wanna know! Tell me or else!

Other guy: Or else what?

Me: Or else I'll pound you.

Other guy: Oh, yeah? You and what army?

Me: I think ol' Betsy and I can take care of you. (holds up left fist)

Other guy: Oh, really? Well, I'd like to see that!

Me: Oh, would you now?

Other guy: Yeah, I would!

Me: (starts to swing left fist at other guy)

Other guy: (flinches backward)

Me: (psychs the swing) Heh. Yeah, I thought so.

Yes, I'm still not in a good mood today. Thank you to all, who reviewed so far! Keep it up!

I know I'm slacking in Helga's Fantasy Becomes Reality, but I'm kinda stuck right now in that story. I'm sorry.

I'm also sorry for the short chapter. I don't have a whole lot to add to it. I hope you enjoyed it anyway!

You know I must, so here it is.

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