Allll right! Let's get this started. I'm shaking it up a bit with a little about how Arnold feels although it's a 'No POV' thing.

Sorry if my oneshot 'A Million Raindrops' offended anyone or was stolen from someone. I haven't been here for too long and my memory isn't working too well this week. So much stuff due. Let me know and I'll take it down!

Everyone like how OPB ended? ;) I have another story coming up soon, so look out!

Disclaimer: Please, just, ugh, not now. Don't own this.

Helga's POV

It's been over a half-hour since Arnoldo decided to take his stupid little bathroom break. Criminy, does he have the bladder size of a peanut?

Still, I guess that's the price I had to pay from ditching him while Cecelia took over, and I guess I can't blame the football headed geek. If only there was a way...

Tuesday Afternoon

It was a couple of days after Rhonda's party and Cece's appearance, but our our football headed boy still couldn't shake the feelings he got whenever Helga was around. The slightly sweaty palms became more frequent. Nervousness had increased fourfold. And he couldn't help but daydream more and more about her in general. In short, it scared him a bit...or maybe more than that. He had never felt this way when it came to other crushes he had, not even Lila (which was more of a butterfly-nervous feeling, not a stomachache nervous). Enough to make him conveniently 'avoid' her whenever she was around...

Could Gerald be right? Arnold thought, putting books in his backpack and waiting to board the bus. Do I actually like Helga more than just my friend? She's smart, has a great sense of humor, and always willing to listen to me whenever I have problems, but-

"ARNOLD!"

A slightly dreamy voice called, shaking him out of his thoughts. He rubbed his head, feeling a slight bruise as he fell. Looking up, he saw none other than the object of his affections.

She let her hair down today... He thought, going into the land of daydreams.

A waterfall of blonde curls fell gracefully down her back, pulled away from her face with two pink hair clips in the shape of diamonds. Blue skinny jeans hugged her fame, and a pink graphic tee with a matching light sweater completed her look.

"Hey Arnoldo, are you picking me up or what?" She spat out harshly, immediately regretting them as she saw his face fall.

She had (obviously) noticed his sudden change in behavior around her: not speaking, avoiding her, the works. That combined with his sudden disappearance at the end of the dance only raised her suspicion that he didn't want to spend time with her anymore. And after the whole sneaking off thing, she couldn't blame him.

"Oh, sorry, Helga." He helped her off the ground, feeling a slight spark of electricity as he held her hand.

"You should be, bucko!" she poked his chest, quickly checking her watch. "Great, Olga's gonna be here any minute!"

That didn't mean it didn't hurt her, though, and had inadvertently gone back to her controlling demeanor.

"Hey, Helga?" He started nervously, "I-I was wondering...if..."

Helga tapped her foot impatiently, both with the utmost ecstasy that he was talking to her again, and a little agitated that he was taking up her time. "Well, get on with it Arnoldo! Criminy, I don't have all day!"

"If I could walk with you outside?"

Helga rolled her eyes, letting out an irritated sigh, "That's what you held me up for?"

She received a abashed grin in reply, evaporating her heart but not her ill temper. Giving a calm exhale, she responded, "Whatever floats your boat, football head. Just don't slow me down!"

"Whatever you say, Helga."

"That's right, hair boy, whatever I say!" She pushed open the double doors, taking in a breath of fresh air.

As the duo headed out into the sidewalk right next to the parking lot, they couldn't help but secretly revel in the close proximity of their 'friend'.

"So...how are you?" Arnold broke the silence. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, except some stupid geekbait that claimed to be my friend completely abandoned me at a party and then avoided me the past few days, but, hey, I guess I deserve it. How's tricks for you, hair boy?"

He looked down to his in shame and slight guilt, not really realizing the long-term effects of his poorly-thought actions. Nevertheless, he played along with her game.

"Nothing much, except I kind of, you know, avoided one the most important people in my life because I "- Think I might like you more than friends?- "was...uh, confused about some things. Still, I guess that wasn't a reason to avoid her. I'm really sorry about it, but I'm not sure if she'll forgive me though." He rubbed the back of his neck involuntary.

"Maybe she will, football head. Just ask her." Helga quietly responded, still taking in all that he told sat down on a nearby bench.

I, Helga G. Pataki, the twisted soul that adores you and only you, is one of the most important people in your life? Oh, be still my beating heart!

..."I'm sorry Helga. Will you forgive me?"

"Hmm..." She tapped her chin in false thought, knowing her response before he even finished his sentence. "I don't know..."

"Helga..."

She smirked at his slightly annoyed face, continuing, "This was so unexpected..."

"Helga."

"Fine, then, I guess I can let you off the hook..." She responded to his strict tone, "But don't ever try that crap again, got it bucko?"

"I promise, Helga."

"Good." He slid in the empty spot next to her, an ear to ear grin on his face, unaware she was smiling too. A few moments later, Olga's car pulled up, the obnoxious horn blaring.

"Come on, baby sister!" Olga called, honking the siren once more.

Helga grumbled under her breath, unwilling to let the occasion come to an end. Picking up her backpack and opening up the car, "Well, Arnoldo, I'll see you when I see you."

Arnold beamed, blissful everything had returned to normal. "Bye Helga."

A Half Hour Later, Shortman Residence

"Hey, Shortman, how's it going?" Grandpa popped out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dish towel as Arnold walked in, plopping himself on the couch.

"Hey grandpa." He laid down, looking up to the slightly cracking ceiling and taking a deep exhale.

"What's the matter, Arnold?" He said, leaning on the armrest,"You don't look too great."

"It's just...well, remember Helga?"

A smile pulled at his lips, remembering the pink bowed wonder. "You mean the little girl with the one eyebrow that comes over here all the time?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, what's wrong? Did you two get into another fight?"

"No, it's not that...it's just, well...I guess I kind of, I don't know..."

"You like her, don't you?" He chuckled a bit at his stammering grandson. "Miles!"

Miles came out from the dining room, "Yeah, dad?"

"Arnold has a little crush!" He stood up, laughing.

"Grandpa!"

"Well it's true!" Grandpa put his hands on his hips, "And it's on that girl that comes here all the time."

"Helga?" Miles asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, that's it."

"Who does Arnold have a crush on?" Stella stepped into the room, finished drying the dishes that Miles left behind.

"Helga." Miles filled in.

"And about time too! She's liked him for quite some time now!" He turned to face Arnold, "Hasn't she told you?"

"Yeah, she has..." He nervously responded, rubbing the back of his neck, "But that-"

"Wait a second...she told you? Finally!...when exactly?" Grandpa scratched his head.

"Grandpa, that was four years ago!," He exclaimed, "Besides, what if she... doesn't feel that way anymore? What if she got tired of waiting for me to realize how I felt?" Arnold looked down dejectedly, anguish filling his heart.

"Oh, Franklin," Grandma came out, a elegant dress graced before her, giving herself a twirl, "Eleanor's love never dies. You just need to go and tell her that you fancy her as well and all will be right. Now, off to the ball I go!" She laughed, dancing out of the room.

Stella and Miles blinked a few times, the surprise of seeing Gertie's characters never fading. "So...what do you think, Arnold? Are you gonna tell her?"

Arnold paused, contemplating the outcome of expressing his emotions. "You know what? Maybe I will tell her. I'll call her right now!" Grinning, he got up and aimed to go for his room before his parents stopped him.

"Slow down Arnold," Miles held him back, "You can't tell a lady you love her over the phone."

"Why not?"

"What the- because Shortman, if you're gonna tell her something that darn important, you need to tell her in person, you know, make it more romantic!"

"Yeah, like flowers, maybe some candy, or..." Stella trailed off in thought, "Oh, a poem!" She snapped her fingers.

"Yup, she loves writing. Poetic, don't ya think?"

"Yeah..." An infatuated gaze involuntary came on his features. "I will..."

"Well, don't just stand there, shortman, get to it!"

Without another word, he dashed up the stairs, the ideas popping into his oddly shaped head faster than he could process them.

Same time, Pataki Residence

"So, Helga," Olga followed her into her room, "How did your friend's party go?"

Helga took a heavy breath, falling back onto the bed. "Eh, it was okay."

"Good. Now, according to XL records, a new celebrity is coming to your school to get experience for one of his upcoming films, Cyber-boy."

"What's the heck is that about?"

Olga shrugged, "They didn't reveal anymore details. They wanted to see if Cece would like to join along."

"And have my every moment watched by morons and get my identity revealed? No thanks."

"Ok, then. I'm making fried chicken and some french fries. Dinner in a couple of hours!" she walked out the door.

Closing her eyes, Helga could dismally remember the remainder of that night. Even though he apologized Helga couldn't help but wonder about why exactly he did it.

Criminy, football head, why can't you give me a clue?

Helga sighed. Taking out her laptop, she opened up IChute and played one of her favorite songs, allowing herself to be lost in the land of musical melodies.

"Another night, another dream, but always you,

it's like a vision of love that seems to be true,

Another night another dream, but always you,

in the night I dream of love so true..."

**TSLOHP**

Arnold feverishly wrote and erased at a piece of decorated paper, trying so difficultly to put down his true, undiluted emotions for the blonde haired angel that stole his heart.

Let's see..., he thought, starting over for what seemed like the 100th time.

Dear Helga, we've been friends for a long time

Ugh. Too cliche. He erased, starting over.

Dear Helga G. Pataki,

Too formal.

Hey Helga,

"Yup, saying, 'Hey Helga, I think I'm in love with you and I just figured it out 2 days ago' is gonna work out well."

Sighing, he got up from his desk and laid back on the red couch currently popped out.

How am I ever gonna tell her if I can't even put together a thought about her?

**TSLOHP**

Wednesday Morning

"Guess what I heard last night?" Rhonda said, her 'friends' crowding around her, "I heard that Cody Nickelson is attending this school for a full month!"

Sequels of excitement so high was heard all over the school. Helga groaned, covering her ears.

"What's so great about some washed up celebrity?" She piped in, Pheobe by her side.

Rhonda gasped, "Why Helga- Go ask him for yourself!" she squealed, a long stretch limo pulling up front of the worn out building. Everyone held out their breath as the famous male's bodyguards and a swarm of reporters/paparazzi bundled around him, awaiting his departure.

Helga practically ran into the building, a swarm of crazed girls surrounding the 'modest' boy. As he graciously accepted autographs and posed for a few photos, she couldn't but think sarcastically,

This should be a fantastic month.

Helga's POV

Great. Out of all the middle schools, of all the junior highs in the freaking country, they just had to pick THIS one? Criminy!

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