Helga yawned, slamming her hand down on the blaring alarm. 10:23. She groaned, covering her head with a pillow.
Thank God its Sunday. She thought, the previous night's events still spiraling around in her head...
**TSLOHP**
"So..." Arnold trailed as Helga's house came closer and closer on the horizon, "What do you think of Cody?"
"Why do you care so much?" Helga asked softly, as they had been silent most of the walk home.
"I'm just asking. You know, he's not that great."
Helga raised an eyebrow at his sudden tone of disbelief. "I never said he was, Arnoldo."
Arnold cleared his throat, "Right, right. I knew that."
Helga sighed, turning to face him. "Arnold are you OK?"
He gulped, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, why?"
"You just seem off, that's all."
"Trust me, I'm fine."
Helga smirked, "Whatever you say, football head."
"I thought that was my line?" Arnold smirked back, "You stole it."
"And you can't have it back, hair boy!" She jogged in front of him, then turned around to speed walk backwards so that she could still face him. "Catch me if you can!"
"Oh, I will!"
The two began their race, with Helga continue her backwards run as Arnold came closer and closer. Soon, a lightning fast look from the ground and Helga's feet was observed.
"Helga, look out!" Arnold said, rushing faster towards her, "You're gonna fall!"
Helga smirked at his seemingly false worry, "You're the one that's gonna fall, football he- AHHHH!"
She put her arms back in hope they would break her fall, but Arnold had already sped up behind her. She could feel herself fall onto a warm, soft object.
"Are you OK?" He asked, his emerald green orbs staring into her eyes. "Did you get hurt?"
Helga couldn't bring herself to speak or even nod back to him.
His eyes, bright green orbs which pierce into my own, hypnotizing me, my very heart, into submission, a never ending stare... Oh Arnold! If only you could realize how close I am to you, close enough to kiss your sweet lips, the soild nectar of the gods that I have been deprived of for four years now-
"Helga?" Arnold asked again. "Are you alright?"
She shook her head, a bright red blush spreading across her face. "What?"
"I asked if you were alright," He repeated, an involuntary look from her lips to her eyes taking place that wasn't lost on Helga."You, uh, kind of zoned out there for a second."
"Yeah," Helga responded, still breathless at her close proximity to her beloved, "Just peachy."
"Good," Arnold smiled.
Time stood still for the two, fully content with staring into each other's eyes.
"Arnold?", Helga asked, almost in a daze.
"Yeah?"
She blinked, snapping out of it. "Could you help me up already? Criminy, it's almost five!"
The sparkle in his eyes quickly faded. "Oh, right." He boosted himself up and then helped Helga up.
"About time!" She brushed the dirt from her jeans.
"You're welcome."
Helga stuffed her hands in her pocket, quickly sending Olga a 'be home soon' text. She then looked over to Arnold, whose face was as red as a tomato and face facing the ground.
Helga inwardly growled, the frustration of unrequited love getting to her once again. Dammit, why didn't he kiss me?
**TSLOHP**
"Hey Pheebs," Helga said as she stepped into Slausens. She slid into the seat next to her. "What's up?"
"Helga, we've been close for years, correct?" Phoebe started, completely ingoring the greeting.
Helga raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, for as long as I can remember."
"And we can trust each other with anything-"
"Criminy, Phoebe," Helga cut off, waving the impatient waiter away, "What's going on?"
"I'm worried about Cody. Not for him, but because of him."
Sensing her confusion, she continued, "I saw a blinking red light in one of the plants. It seems to be similar to something that that one would use to observe another secretly."
Helga felt her heart drop into her stomach. "Are you saying he's spying on us?"
"Precisely."
Of course, this was not to be expected. Cody had dropped very subtle hints, but she never would have expected him to actually spy... "Wow."
"I have a bad suspicion about this." Pheobe continued. She glanced at her friend's face, a hybrid of what looked like anger and confusion.
"Me too, Pheebs. Me too."
**TSLOHP**
Helga laid on her bed, eyes unblinking, completely frozen in place. What was she going to do now? Cody was onto them, trying to dig up any dirt possible about her. It seemed like he already knew she was Cecelia...all he needed was proof to full validate it and then post it online for the whole world to see. To add salt to the wound he was pretending to be 'friends' so no suspection would be raised.
If her real friends found out, how would they feel? Betrayed? Hurt? Pissed beyond belief? Who knows what they would do. More importantly, how would Arnold feel about it? Her trading places the whole time and then making him feel guilty about not coming straightforward about his emotions.
...What were his emotions anyway? How did he feel about her? Some sort of flirtationship was going on between them, but that's what friends do...right?
Helga sighed, rubbing her now dry eyes to get moisture back into them. Telling Olga now would only make her overreact and put pressure on her to tell her friends, and the last thing she needed right now.
Arnold: Hey Helga, can we talk :) Her phone lit up with the new text message. Helga tapped in her password, checked the message and frowned. How could he smile after...the incident last night?
About what? She quickly tapped back.
Us...
Helga gulped. Alright, steady yourself o'girl. This could mean anything.
Sure. What's in the football headed mind of yours?
Do you like Cody or not?
Helga raised an eyebrow, knowing he couldnt see it. What the heck?
Not, football head. I thought we covered this b4
U never gave me a clear response last night tho
Neither did you
Why do care so much anyway, paste for brains?
No reason, I just...
Just what, Arnold? She tapped out, hoping the use of his real name could convince him to tell her.
don't want to see you get hurt
She froze once more, her phone falling on the comforter. He didn't believe her. To make matters worse, he thought she liked Cody and he basically told her he had no feelings for her.
Don't worry, hair boy, he didn't hurt me
Helga switched off her phone and slipped it under her pillow, softly weeping into her covers.
Hey everybody! *someone throws a tomato and I quickly dodge it* Ok, I guess I deserve it. I meant to update sooner but the dalay was 20% writer's block, 50% school and preparing for midterms, 25% laziness and 5% MY FAMILY HOGGING THE LAPTOP so yeah, I couldn't update. (They still won't give it back grrr)
On a side note, I'll be editing the old chapters for grammer mistakes and other stuff since people have said that in the reviews. Sorry chappie so short too.
Once again, so so soo X 1000 sorry of the delay. Or for making you think I'm dead, which I'm not.
Must go, the bus leaves at 6:30
Review please...if you're not too pissed. :D