Disclaimer I do not own Hey Arnold. Sorry the story is a bit late. But I am back.

Helga's POV

"Cecile?" I should play dumb about dressing up as Cecile. Don't want him to know how much crazy things I did regarding him.

"Helga, you don't have to keep up the act. I know you dressed up as my French pen pal Cecile in fourth grade for Valentine's Day. I can't believe I was so blind to it before. You look just like her, except your hair and clothes were different. Plus your shoe sizes match". Since when did Arnold become a detective?

"How do you know if the size matches"?

"I looked at your shoe size and I have a side of Cecile's red heels. I bet the other side is in your room, isn't it Helga." Geez, when did he decide to learn all of this?

"Maybe it is, maybe it's not"

"Oh alright, then how about we try it on. Just to make sure, even though I already know I am right" said Arnold. He got up and retrieved something from under his bed. He came up with my red shoe in his hand. He lifted up the blanket and placed the shoe on my foot.

"It's a perfect fit, Cinderella" Oh my gosh he is being so bold today. I don't even know how to handle it, but I definitely like it.

"Oh fine, it's mine. I just wanted to go out on a date with you and see what it would be like. I was going to tell you but I decided not to when you started to talk about how I bully you. I realized that you wouldn't want to continue the date if you found out it was terrible me. You may be Prince Charming but I am not Cinderella".

"Actually you are my Cinderella, and if I found out it was you back then, I may have been shocked but I would still continue the date. I had fun with you that night. And Helga don't worry about our behaviors in the past. We can start fresh". As I was about to respond I felt a tickle in my nose.

"ACHOOO"

"But first we should get you better; I am going to go get you some hot soup. Lay back and rest, our conversation must have drained you a bit." Arnold took off the shoe and tucked me into bed. Oh how lucky I am to have him now. He kissed me on the forehead and headed downstairs. I stared at the door as he left and felt my eyes droop.

"Helga, Helga, Helga"

My eyes opened and I waited for the room to look less blurry. I looked up and saw Arnold with a tray of soup.

"Hey here is some hot chicken noodle soup for you". I sat up and he placed the tray on my lap.

"Do you want me to feed you or are you good?" I wouldn't mind him feeding me.

"Nah I am okay, it's not like I have amnesia right Arnold?" Arnold laughed at that.

"Oh you remembered that? Yeah we'll it wasn't too bad feeding you. But if I ever get amnesia you can return the favor"

"Alright, but I am not holding your books for you. That's your job." It feels so easy talking to Arnold when I am being nice to him. I should have done this a long time ago.

Arnold chuckled and said "Deal"

After I finished the soup, Arnold took the tray downstairs. He came back up and turned on his tv.

"Helga, do you want to see a movie?"

"Yeah, what movie do you have?"

"Despicable Me, The Croods and Despicable Me 2"

"How about we see both Despicable Me movies, and then maybe the Croods. I love Despicable Me"

"Yeah me too, I have seen the first movie like 5 times" said Arnold. Aww we like the same movie.

Arnold slid into the bed next to me and started the movie. He wrapped his arm around me and I leaned my head against him.

"Hey Arnold, aren't you afraid to get sick from me?" It wouldn't be fair if he got sick to because he was taking care of me.

"Not at all, my immune system is strong. And a little cold won't keep me away from you. So it is okay for us to sit close to each other" What a sweet dear prince he is.

We sat and watched the movies. We laughed at the minions and their shenanigans. Arnold said if he was an adult he would have adopted the three girls too. I agreed with him.

"Margo is smart, Agnes is too cute, and Edith is just like me. She is a rebel, how could you not like a rebel".

"I know I like a rebel" replied Arnold. I blushed, who knew Arnold was such a flirt.

"AWW you are so corny Arnold. But I like it. It can go along with my edge"

Arnold's POV

"Hey Helga, do you still want to watch the Croods still?" I looked over at Helga to see her eyes closed. She must be sleeping; it's understandable she does have a fever after all. I checked her forehead and noticed it was a bit too warm still. But not as hot as it was before, so her fever is going down.

I snuggled close to her and decided to sleep too.