Title: Shrine
Author: Lady Wisiaden
Rating: K
Summary: Brainy sneaks a peek at Helga's shrine.
Pairings: Helga/Arnold – one sided, Brainy/Helga, one sided
Warnings: N/A
Author's Note: This one…who knows when it takes place. Sometime in high school. Maybe before "Last Dance". But Helga and Arnold aren't together yet. I should probably make a timeline for all these pieces somewhere if I write anymore…maybe in my profile. There's three more pieces to come.
"Get out!"
She was quivering with rage. Brainy paled. As Helga strode toward him, he noticed that she was actually trembling. Not with rage as he had thought, but with fear. She shoved him, and even though he expected the violent action, Brainy still found himself stumbling backward, knocked into the bookshelf behind him. He said the only thing he could.
"So, you have a shrine too."
Not that he had a shrine. For her. To her. All he had were a few scull scraps of her words. For him. Not him. But he lied all the same.
Helga's lips were drawn tight and thin. She was beautifully terrifying, standing in the middle of her domain.
"What did you say?"
Brainy wondered if he shouldn't had lied, but went on with it.
"You have a shrine too. Mine isn't as pretty though."
And that was true. If he did have a shrine, it wouldn't be as nice. Shelves with notebooks of poetry and writing, yearbooks, scrapbooks. A football head monument and it wasn't. Even with his glasses askew, Brainy could see that Arnold was fading. Wasn't as big of a hold in her life as before. Yeah, he was lying to himself.
He coughed hard as Helga slugged him in the stomach. Her punches were always all out.
"If you tell anyone, bucko, it'll be more than that."
Brainy wheezed and nodded. Helga's expression soften slightly.
"Do you want to see what I'm working on?" Helga asked.
Brainy nodded, and Helga pulled out a notebook. He always loved to listen to her voice even if it was about another guy.
She paused to glance at him briefly, "and don't you dare fall asleep on me! I'll sucker punch you to hell."
Then, she read and he couldn't even say what she did to him. He wasn't poetic like she was. It was totally worth sneaking a peek at her shrine though, he supposed, their history project was doom.