Oh my God! Life... yah, it's tough. Finals started on Thursday and I had a few projects. But now that my grades are stabilized- no less than a B in all my classes, I can get back to doing what I enjoy.
Disclaimer; No, I don't own this show. Yes, the plot is mine.
Helga's POV
What's Cody up to now? Giving me a card to call him if there's 'any trouble'? The heck?
Helga lay on her bed, staring up at the card she held in her hand as if it was a fly buzzing around her room. And in a way it was. She didn't want to call him, but at the same time she knew she would have no idea what his next move would be, and she needed to stay one step ahead. But what if was all part of his plan? Tossing the card on the floor, she groaned, covering her face with her hands and sighed. After rubbing her eyes, Helga looked over to her guitar.
I haven't written a song in a while. Or even sang, for that matter. Heck, talk about Cecelia's been dying down for a while. She rolled around the bed lazily and eventually fell face first with a thud. Ow! Dammit, stupid me. No wonder Arnold will never like..., she paused, a wave of inspiration hitting her. She scrambled to her guitar and strummed a few chords, testing out a melody before playing.
"Say you're sorry
That face of an angel
Comes out just when you need it to
As I paced back and forth all this time
Cause I honestly believed in you
Holding on
The days drag on
Stupid girl,
I should have known, I should have known..."
She stopped, adjusting the tune a bit before playing some more.
"I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale,
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town,
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down,
Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around."
Stupid Arnold...she thought, and sighed. Stupid me.
"Maybe I was naïve,
Got lost in your eyes
And never really had a chance
My mistake, I didn't know to be in love
You had to fight to have the upper hand
I had so many dreams
About you and me
Happy endings
Now I know "
Helga could feel her eyes start to water, but didn't stop playing.
"I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale,
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town,
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down,
Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around
And there you are on your knees,
Begging for forgiveness, begging for me
Just like I always wanted but I'm so sorry"
I didn't see him, but would he beg? Or would he look away? A tear rolled her cheek as she continued in a slightly hoarse voice,
"Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale,
I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well
This is a big world, that was a small town
There in my rear view mirror disappearing now
And it's too late for you and your white horse
Now it's too late for you and your white horse to catch me now"
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Try and catch me now
Oh, it's too late
To catch me now
Helga gently put her guitar back in the corner before jotting her song in her small song booklet. Soon, she heard a gentle tapping on her door. "Come in." She said, her voice cracking. She wiped her cheeks of any remaining tears before Olga entered.
"Hey Helga," She sat on the bed, noting her red eyes, "What's wrong?"
Helga shook her head, writing down the finishing words. "Not much. What's it to you?"
Olga sighed. "I just wanted you to know that whatever happens, I'll be here for you, ok?"
Here we go, Helga thought, and inwardly rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know."
"Well, I'm going to start dinner," Olga walked to the door.
Helga rubbed her hands until they were red. "Hey Olga?"
She turned around, "Yeah?"
Helga gave a small smile, "Thanks."
She nodded and left, leaving Helga to her thoughts.
At least she'll always be here...
**TSLOHP**
The Shortman family sat around the table, a rare event since the boarders were almost never out of the house during dinner time. Arnold drummed his fingers on the well worn tabletop, staring his food down while his sparse sounds of eating echoed around him.
"So, Arnold, how was school today?" Stella finally said, putting her fork down. A 'humph' was her only response.
Grandma said with a mouth full of spaghetti, "How's Lady Eleanor doing lately?"
Arnold let a deep sigh escape his nostrils. "Fine." He settled on.
"Now short man, we're only worried about you. You seem so...depressed lately." Grandpa settled on, stuffing more noodles in his mouth. "We just want to know if you're alright, that's all."
Arnold stuffed some food in his mouth, contemplating his response. He swallowed, "Let's say my friend said some things to another friend, telling her that he didn't like her in a certain way. What should I- er, he do?"
"Did you say something you didn't mean to Helga?" Miles said. Arnold nodded.
"And she's avoiding you now, isn't she?" Stella finished.
"Uh huh," He started chewing his food, attempting to delay further questions. "What should I do?"
The four elder Shortmans groaned.
"To be young and naïve again, eh Pookie?" Grandpa chuckled, Pookie giving a small smile.
"Tell her."
Well, an extremely late update and a cliffhanger? Wow, I'm a b*tch. But I had Finals and yeah, excuses, excuses. Plus I gave you this really short chapter. But hopefully, I'll find some time over the summer to update this more often.
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