Maybe a snippet...maybe a drabble...however you put it...it'll warm your heart...slightly, I don't want it to catch on flames.

Arnold Shortman, the most optimistic and cheerful boy in Hillwood, was upset. No...that didn't even begin to cover it. He was depressed. That's a better way to phrase it.

When he walked out of the house that morning, he had seen the pouring rain that was falling from the sky, but he walked out of the house with nothing but his books and a frown. He walked past the bus stop and continued forward to PS 118. He hadn't even gotten halfway there when the already horrible looking clouds poured heavier rain on him. But he pushed forward.

"Football head? What are you doing!" asked a demanding voice from behind him.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, could his morning get any worse.

"Nothing Helga, just go away." he replied, his voice was soft like always, but had an unusual edge to it.

Suddenly, the repetitive patter of rain on his head was gone, he looked up and saw the pink of the umbrella above his head. He turned to the side and saw Helga looking down at him, her blue eyes were wide as she took in his wet appearance.

"Hey, Arnold...are you okay?" she asked hesitantly.

He looked up at him with a slightly annoyed expression, "Why do you care?"

Helga blinked at him and then her cheeks took on a rosy color, "I...I'm just worried...couldn't tell me? I...I mean...truce...just for this."

Arnold's annoyed face turned into one of sheer confusement.

"It's almost Father's Day...that's the problem isn't it?" Helga asked.

He looked up and nodded at her.

"Hey, look...you may not have your father with you...but...you have your grandpa. At least you have some sort of good fatherly figure! Look at me, Football Head! I have BOB, you really think that I can have a good father's day with him?" Helga said, her angry scowl returning to her face.

Arnold looked down for a moment.

"I'm sorry Helga...and you're right." Arnold said and smiled slightly up at Helga, "I do have my grandpa."

"Yeah, well...it's been a slice, Football Head. But we really have to get to school." Helga said, the wall that had slightly collapsed was now being rebuilt.

"Yeah...hey...thanks." he said.

"What for?"

"For sharing your umbrella with me."

"Hey, it's not everyday Miriam's awake to tell me it's raining," Helga said and chuckled a bit. "Besides, now we're even."

"What do you mean?" Arnold asked, curiously.

"I seem to recall a certain blue umbrella and a little boy in a blue hat and a little girl in a pink bow about...oh...I don't know...seven years ago." Helga said with a slight smile.

"Oh..." Arnold said.

Helga's laughter grew a bit and a lovely sound escaped her lips, then she looked at Arnold again.

"Nice hat." she said, still giggling behind her hand.

"Huh?"

"I like your hat," she said between giggles. "Because it's blue...like your pants."

Arnold looked at her incrediously, then smiled as he recognised the conversation from the first time they met.

"Ironic." he said.

"Football head, me and irony are like this," she said and crossed her fingers as an indication of their relationship.

They reached the front steps of the school and Helga's laughter faded.

"I guess the truce is over." she sighed.

"Just one more thing before the truce is broken." he said.

Helga frowned, "What?"

"You should really laugh more...its really ...nice." Arnold said and slightly blushed.

Helga, however, was as bright as a tomato. "Er...thanks Foo...Arnold. Now get inside before you catch a cold, Football Head and I will not be responisible for walking you home today!"

Arnold smirked slightly, "Okay, Helga."

At the end of the day, when Arnold opened his locker, a bright pink umbrella fell, along with a note.

'I'm gonna regret this sooner or later, but...I need to keep repaying favors to that little boy I met long ago.'

And as Arnold walked home under Helga's pink umbrella, he couldn't help but think that this experience had brought them closer together.

I'm done, it's OOC but hey! It's sweet, ain't it?