A/N: Thanks again to all my reviews! Seeing that really makes me want to finish this! Fighting!

PS You should totally go on YouTube and watch Hey Craig! It is a totally amazing interview with the creator.

Disclaimer: I own nothing! 'Cuz if I did, Hey Arnold! would have never ended! 3

I also don't own "Ride of the Valkyries" and it is one of the best songs ever! Go Dragon-Con!

The Sun

Helga saw Arnold squint and was terrified. 'What about my kiss?' It had just seemed so much easier to do in the cover of night. Then again, she had just spent the entire night talking to the boy she was usually barely able to exchange two nonviolent words with.

Arnold almost looked like he didn't want to the night to come to an end either. He looked down at the game board that was still laid out. "We should probably clean up..."

Helga knew he was right but she didn't want to admit it. If she did, that would mean their night together was over. Without a word, Helga began to pick up the Nerf bullets that were still littering the rooftop.

She also picked up the Twinkie wrappers and Cheese wiz. She threw them all down on top of the sleeping bag and a thought shot through her head. She tossed the trash next to the sleeping bag and sat down on it.

Noticing the lack of movement from Helga, Arnold turned around to see her sitting on one of the sleeping bags. He finished putting the last pieces back into the Life game and went to go sit next to Helga. He know what she was doing...she was facing the sunrise.

When she felt the comfortable weight of Arnold sit down next to her, it only reconfirmed that Arnold would always be the only one for her. She reached inside her pocket, fishing out her iPhone. She knew the perfect music to met the sunrise with.

Arnold was only slightly shocked when he heard "The Ride of the Valkyries" suddenly assault his ears. He knew Helga was a closet romantic just as much as he was. How could she be so artistic and poetic if she wasn't?

He soon found himself humming with the music. It was even better with no lights and the gentle hums of generators turning on as people woke up. The sunrise was definitely intensified with the music, it truly was a moving piece. Arnold wondered what other types of music Helga had but he decided it was best not to break the moment; he could always ask her later.

Helga could barely believe her luck. A beautiful sunrise on top of a roof with the one person in the world she would have wanted to share it with. She wanted to reach out and hold his hand but knew it was against her better judgment. She caught a side ways look at Arnold and the smile on his face made hers even bigger.

Even though the sun had risen, Helga wasn't quite ready to leave the roof but Arnold stood up and Helga took it as a sign that the show was over. She stuffed the iPhone back into her pocket and stood up to roll up the sleeping bag.

Arnold cleared his throat. "I can't guarantee what my grandma will make, but if you want to stay for breakfast..." He let the question hang in the air, very uncertain of what Helga's answer would be.

Helga smiled. "Well, considering the electricity is out, it might be either really big or nonexistent."

Whenever the electricity was out at the Pataki house Big Bob always made a huge meal with all the meat that had been in the fridge. Helga hated to admit it but she loved those meals the most. No television and there wasn't the sound of the blender.

Arnold rolled up his sleeping bag. "It will probably be huge, because grandma won't want anything to spoil." He opened the window and gave Helga a smile as he climbed down into his room. Helga sighed and looked over into the window. She threw the bundle down to Arnold and he tossed it into the middle of his room.

Helga made her way down until she slipped and fell onto the bed...or more appropriately she fell onto Arnold. Her back was to his front and she could feel his "Whoo" of air as she landed onto his chest. He had been sitting up and he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her from falling off the bed. Helga wondered subconsciously if she had done it on purpose. Her answer? Probably.

The kiss brushed through her mind but for some reason it seemed that it would probably ruin the perfect night they had shared instead of make it better. So to cover her complete and utter embarrassment, Helga jumped up and punched Arnold in the arm. "Watch it bucko!"

Arnold's eyes narrowed. "You do realize that you were the one that fell onto me?" He got up and put their rolled up sleeping bags back into his closet.

Helga quietly let out her breath and focused. With a twinge she apologized, although it was less than heartfelt. Her eyes roamed over the room and suddenly her eyes feel on a very surprising item. It was her pink journal. It was covered in other papers and all she could see was one corner. Helga hid her smile. Did he still wonder who the mysterious secret admire was? If Helga had her way, he would be pondering that question for a very long time.

When she turned back around Arnold had changed his shirt. He throw her a shirt. "I'm not sure how you would feel only wearing pj's around my grandparents."

Helga wanted to add that wearing his clothes would probably made it even more awkward but the last thing she wanted to do was give him back the shirt. So she put it around her shoulders and buttoned up the plaid top. He gave her a smile; feeling that the situation was getting too 'comfy' she scowled back at him.

Arnold rolled his eyes internally. When would Helga ever feel comfortable when it was just them? He had an inkling of what that might entail but he wasn't ready to admit that to himself yet. So instead Arnold walked over to his bedroom door and opened it. "Let's go get some food. I'm starving."

Helga nodded. "Yeah, one Twinkie wasn't really enough to tide me over either."

Helga brushed past him as he held open the door and she shivered.