A:N/ Hiiiii! This is another chapter of Valentines Week, in case you didn't know. Ha ha. Again I thank you for reading and reviewing!
I was watching the Hey Arnold series again. To be more specific I was watching "Arnold's Valentine," just to freshen my memory. My goodness, Arnold you are so dense. I mean, Cecile a.k.a Helga, wore her pink bow and her signature colour for God's sake and he still didn't notice! The hair covering her face isn't a complicated disguise to figure out.
Nep2une: Hey, thanks for the review. I wanted to make sure, if you are reading this that you get my thanks. That was a great idea but a minor setback, Helga's so called parents had left on a 3 week cruise. BUT! it did inspire me and (spoiler alert) I will find a way to incorporate it. So thank you. I appreciate it.
As for the rest of you, you'll just have to keep reading to find out what exactly "it" is. ;)
Helga couldn't wait, today was the day. She had a date with Arnold, sort of. All she knew was that she was in pure bliss. Nothing can stop her now. She was already wide awake and dressed, eating a bowl of cereal. With each munch, she pondered what Arnold had planned. Hmmm… I can believe Arnold wants to meet me! ME! Well, technically Cecile but me none the less. Helga decided to turn on the T.V, she was flipping though the channels like a madwoman. She had no idea what she was doing, lost in deep thought. I think I will stay home today to mentally prepare myself for this "date." Finally Arnold and I will be alone for the first time this week, no interruptions, no pesky gossiping girls and definitely no distractions.
She quickly dashed upstairs, slamming her room door open and ran into her closet shrine. It was still pretty much the same. There was a small bookshelf along the wall for her many many pink books, her bubblegum sculpture of Arnold was off in the corner. She had decorated the back of her closet with japanese lanterns, all she had to do was flip a switch and the closet would lit dimly, her sculpture had a distinct pink glow. In another corner was a pink pear shaped beanbag chair, used for writing endlessly about Arnold in her poems.
Helga searched through her whole bookshelf for a worthy poem. She wanted to give Arnold, something of her heart. The search didn't go well however, she wanted something worthy of Arnold. Hey, I have an idea! I should just write one now. Helga pulled out lavender scented paper and her purple pen. She began writing, hours passing. Paper balls became the very carpet of her room.
Meanwhile at P.S 119.
"Gerald! Have you seen Cecile?" Arnold was frantic. He was so nervous. "I hope she is okay, maybe something happened. Maybe she got swallowed up by a tiger on the way to school." His nerves were fried.
Gerald chuckled but his smile disappeared. "Man, oh man. Have you got it B-A-D."
Arnold rolled his eyes. "Yeah, thanks. But is she here?"
"Why is it such a big deal?"
Arnold blushed. "Well, I asked her to meet me at the park after school."
Gerald smirked. "Way to go, man! Got yourself a date!" He slapped Arnold on the back.
"Thanks for the help, Gerald." Arnold smiled. He felt proud. "I think I'll go ask Phoebe, wanna come." Arnold raise a knowing eyebrow.
"Ha ha. Let's go." He tugged Arnold by the arm.
Phoebe was at her desk, studying the test next week.
"Hi, Phoebe." Arnold greeted.
"Hi, Arnold, Gerald." She smiled. "Do you need something?" Her eyes brimming with concern.
"Oh, well. I was just was wondering where Cecile is. I mean, you two seem very close, even if you have just known each other for two days."
"T-that is very peculiar." Phoebe looked back down at her notebook. "Well, I am sure she is alright. Probably needs to study for that test."
"I think thats you, babe." Gerald winked. Phoebe blushed. Arnold rolled his eyes.
"Anyway. Thanks Phoebe." Arnold left the two, who were deep in conversation.
Arnold sat down in his desk. 'What if she is sick or what if… if she was disgusted by the park idea…What if she isn't coming.' Arnold frowned. 'She seemed pretty okay with the idea.'
The hours passed. Lunch finally arrived and so did Helga. She walked straight into the cafeteria and made a beeline for Phoebe. Helga noticed Arnold, he looked so down in the dumps. Helga frowned. I hope he didn't go through any trouble because of me. When she sat down at the table, Arnold brightened instantly. Even his hair seemed to glow a bit more. Maybe this isn't such a good idea, playing with his feelings like that. 'Cecile' is just going to disappear again and when she does, Helga is not going to hear the end of it. I can't believe I had to open my big mouth and say that 'Cecile' is my cousin. Meanwhile…
Lila was stirring her pudding with her spoon, her face was irritable. Everyone steered clear of her today. 'Who does she think she is? She has got Arnold wrapped around her little finger. She isn't all that. I bet she is hiding something, I mean what's up with her hair. Why does she feel the need to cover half her face?'
School had finished, Arnold and Helga parted ways. Each leaving for their house to get ready for their date. Arnold had left 15 minutes early, he just couldn't wait. He was nervous. He found a bench overlooking the pond. It was his favourite spot, he especially loved it when the sunset light hit the pond water just so. He had brought 'Cecile's' other shoe. The red was so vivid, so real just like 'Cecile.'
It was 7 o' clock, the sun was beginning to set. Pinks, oranges and yellows reflected off the pond. The once green park looked like an enchanted garden. Arnold glanced up and saw a glowing blonde figure approaching. His jaw dropped, she looked so beautiful, the sunset tangled in her hair. She sat down beside him and sighed. Her blue eyes were sparkling. She wore a beautiful navy blue dress, that sparkled and swished around her legs with each step. She still wore her bow. Arnold breathed in her luscious scent. 'Hmm…vanilla.' Arnold saw she had a neat folded, pink piece of paper in her hands. The paper smelled of lavender, the scent intertwining with her scent of vanilla.
"What's that?" Arnold inquired, curious as to what that piece of paper may contain.
"Oh this?" She held up the folded paper. "It's a gift for you." Helga smiled. Her smile sent a pleasant shiver down Arnold's spine.
"A gift for me? Wow, thank you Cecile." Arnold smiled back. Helga handed him the pink, piece of paper. Arnold reached for it, their hands brushing for a minute. Both felt the spark and blushed. Arnold unfolded the lovely scent paper and began to read.
Oh, Arnold. My Love.
The boy with the gold hair and blue hat.
For so long I have lived in the shadows, waiting for the right moment.
Then on a silver platter, it was delivered.
On the most fateful of all nights.
But soon disappeared into the fog in 2 years time.
Only to be brought back once again by an innocent dove.
Oh, Arnold. My Love.
The boy with the gold hair and blue hat.
The poem had brought tears to both 12 year old's eyes. Helga saw that smile growing with each word, her heart fluttered, knowing he loved it. He accepted her for her. He looked so handsome with the sunset playing in his hair. With that white ironed shirt and red tie. She gave him a loving gaze.
"This… this is beautiful, Cecile." Arnold smiled and gave her a half lidded look.
"Thanks." Helga said softly. Arnold tucked the poem safely into his pocket. Both stared at the beautiful sunset and sighed. Helga took a bold chance and placed her head on Arnold's shoulder. Arnold smiled, he has never been this peaceful. He looked at her face, her beautiful face. He stroked her soft hair gently. Helga lifted her head and stared into Arnold's deep green eyes. He did the same. He slowly placed a hand on her cheek. Helga was in heaven. Arnold slowly brushed that piece of hair in front of her face behind her ear. Helga didn't even know what was happening, Arnold's touch was sending shivers up her spine and her heart beat million times a minute. Helga smiled in pleasure. But all was cut short, Arnold's hand was quickly pulled away as if Helga was on fire.
"W-what? HELGA?" Arnold scooted away from her, he almost fell off the bench. Catching his balance, he looked at her with hurt in his eyes. 'Why didn't I see it before?'
"Huh?" Helga stared at him with confusion. Then she realized that her hair wasn't in her face anymore. Oh no.
"Is this one of your humorous jokes?" Anger building up inside Arnold could be seen in his eyes. The phrase dripped with sarcasm.
"N-no, Arnold. P-please let me explain." Helga was so nervous. Of course she would get caught. Arnold had stood up from the bench. His hands on his hips. A tear stained Helga's face.
"I don't want your pathetic excuses, HELGA. I can't believe you would pull something like this. THIS was going too far." Arnold's brow furrowed and he started to walk away with an angry pace. Leaving Helga alone on the bench. Arnold's eyes filled with tears. He felt like his heart was smashed to pieces. He looked at the red shoe in his hand and angrily tossed it away. Ironically it landed beside a dumpster in his alleyway. Stomping angrily on a can, he angrily stomped into his house and slammed the door.
Helga slumped down on the bench. Tears threatening to overflow.
Meanwhile, on the darker side of town.
"Gerald is not the only one with sources." Lila deviously smirked to herself.
"Who are you and what do you want." asked a deep voice.
"You know who oh to well who it is."
"Lila, doll. What can I do for my favourite girl." He walked over to give her a hug.
"Cool it, Mr. Fuzzy Slippers. I need some information on someone."
"Temper, temper, Lila. Tell me who? I have everyone on my database. But I expect payment in full." Fuzzy Slippers smiled deviously. Lila smacked half the money in his hand.
"Half in advance. Half later."
"That's my girl."
"I want a search on Cecile, cousin of Helga G. Pataki."
"Well, well. Don't we have a dark case. I'll get the information to you by tomorrow."
"Great." Lila chirped. "See you tomorrow. You better have some ever so juicy information on her by tomorrow." Lila left for her house.
A/N: Okie, so I know that the whole Arnold thinking that Helga wasn't at school because she might have been swallowed up by a tiger was a BIT much. Ha ha. I know Lila is supposed to be this nice sugarcoated girl but jealousy can get the best of everyone. right? Everyone has their dark side. Anyway, sorry for the LATE update. Is the chapter too short? Review?