This chapter is much longer than the other two, and with reason: Helga and Arnold finally have a long, decent conversation! Hope you guys enjoy :D And thanks again to all those that follow and review...with the exception of that one person who unfaved me. You suck. Unless you fav me again, then you're cool.

"I was there when there was nothing left to say. When you closed your eyes I was the only one who stayed. You don't have to sell yourself to me, I would have bought you anyway." - Armchair Cynics

Oh Arnold,

I don't know what to think or say anymore! We spoke all evening, ALL FREAKING EVENING – from six to midnight! I was so freaking happy and ecstatic!

Now, for some reason I'm feeling nostalgic. No, not for "some reason", but rather, because I miss you Football-head, I miss you so much. You'd think that having a long an awesome conversation with you would make it better, but no: it just makes it worse, in a way. Yet, at the same time, I'm appeased, because you do care, you have to care, right?

There's no way you'd talk to me if you didn't find me at least somewhat entertaining. At first you'd answer every half hour or so, but after a while we'd respond to each other immediately. We talked about tons of things, books, societal issues like sexism and assault, and movies. I also found out that you had a phobia of clowns. Huh, I mean, don't get me wrong, I hate those disgusting things, I mean, I agree with you, only a sociopath would put red lip stick over his mouth and insane amounts of makeup to try to parade in some weird costume and make children laugh. It's just the fact that the adorable dork that you are would reason like that which made me laugh, but then again, you've become a bit less of a goody two-shoes for certain things...and I think I know where you might've gotten the influence from ;)

Your wisdom never ceases to amaze me, my Love. That and your general knowledge of things. We kind of poked fun at each other as well, which made me happy, because it wasn't like the past conversation where I felt like everything was tense; this time, I didn't take anything personally and I think you didn't either.

You surprised me in a multitude of ways, however. Good ways, mostly, with only a single slightly negative one. Let's start by the good points.

For one, how long the conversation lasted. That in and of itself shows that there was genuine interest. You don't just spend six hours talking to someone that terribly bores you. Another thing was that the new cold, indifferent Arnold was mostly absent from this conversation and thankfully replaced by the adorable knight in shining armor that has been haunting my girlish dreams since the tender age of four.

The second thing is when we were talking about sexism I mentioned how girls get harassed on a daily basis and well, you haven't really seen me in a while, but let's just say I changed quite a bit...unfortunately in some points. I mean, I'm not prissy or anything, but I'm growing to be quite the "shapy" woman if you catch my drift and crimeney! I NEVER realized just how annoying certain pricks could be. Of course, as soon as I hear whispers, a whistle or a disparaging comment of any sort, you know me, I either insult those losers or chase after them to beat the crap out of their sorry, idiotic heads. So far, haven't caught one of them though. Darnit, I guess they must have a lot of training running away from girls like me or from angry boyfriends. Either way, just for that, I'm joining the track team.

Phoebe's heard a lot of bad stuff too. I stick up for her when I'm around but, of course, I can't always be there. I know it's even harder for her and it terribly affects her self-esteem, and it just makes me so mad, that some idiots can be so primeval and inconsiderate and the worst part is, I can't do anything about it.

To go back to you, your violent reaction surprised me. I mean, of course the Arnold I knew would have said that this was unacceptable behaviour, but he would have probably said something overly sensitive and naive like "well why don't you just tell them that it makes you uncomfortable". Weirdly enough, the "new" Arnold was positively raging. It shocked me how...protective you were of me – dare I use such a term? – I mean, it's me. You never seemed to worry about me before, or at least, not when guys would just pick on me for different reasons.

Despite how weirdly out of character this seems, it made me feel so loved and special that you, my peaceful angel, would throw aside your pacifist ways when it came to the jerks bothering me and making things difficult for my best friend and me. Oh Arnold, why must you be so perfectly flawless my hero, my golden-haired prince? If only you were here with me, then we could belittle those creeps like the trash they happen to be.

Those were just some of the positive things. More to your habit, you asked me how my life was going. You expressed your usual worry for Tall-hair boy. Apparently, you guys don't even communicate much by mail or facebook and, when you do, he's become a "completely different person". Huh, sounds familiar now, doesn't it? I heard he's more and more in touch with Fuzzy Slipper for things, but I don't think it's to ask him about innocent things like back when we were kids. I hope he doesn't fall into that kind of mess, because if so, at least out of devotion for you, I'll have to try and beat some sense into him...literally and, with Phoebe, this could get a bit messy.

Curly and I had a fight, forgot to tell you. He said I totally disregarded his feelings just because I said that, although beauty was a subjective concept, even subjectivity had its limits but that this crap shouldn't matter anyway because people were so much more than the way they looked. I don't know, somehow he took that terribly. Him loving Rhonda and completely adoring her "beauty" and every move totally contradicts his position, too, but I guess he must have had a bad day or something. I sent him a message today apologizing, but still no response. I hope he's okay and that he really is just miffed at me for our stupid argument. If it's something more serious and I made his day worse, I just know I'll feel like crap, even if I'm absolutely not responsible for it.

Anyway, to end on the more negative note...ironically enough, just as Steven showed up for us to go to the movies – Godzilla just came out and I was freaking hyped up for this movie – you suddenly seemed upset at something meaningless I'd said and coldly just told me something along the lines of "I have to go to bed now bye". Like, wow. Talk about a sudden change of attitude. It's like you have a sixth sense or something. Either way, I didn't actually say something meaningless. In retrospect, I think you just mistook one of the things I said as being negative.

We were talking about evil people, people who physically take advantage of others against their will. I guess it was to be expected, but I was a little disappointed to learn that you go to typical high school parties quite a bit and that you actually do some drinking, too. I guess it's not so bad in moderation but, as you know, with Miriam and all, I've found myself incapable of enjoying and drinking any type of alcoholic beverage. Anyway, I told you to be careful, that I worried about you...you told me that you were and that you always had friends that you trusted with you and what not. I guess after that I felt like my statement was a little too sentimental, so I joked about how I was worried about you so much despite you being a guy. That's when you seemed offended and asked what I meant by that, after which you ditched me to go sleep. I specified, my Love, that statistically, it was less likely that the stuff we'd talked about would happen to you, that was all I meant. That doesn't mean that, as I mentioned before, I don't worry about you all the time, because I do. Even if there was a 0.1% chance of anything happening to you I'd still worry because, well, that's what love is. If anything happened to you, Arnold, I don't care if I had zero involvement in it, I'd still feel responsible and I'd be positively devastated and miserable. Your answer about having good friends reassured me a little, though. Perhaps you can tell me more about them next time.

Oh Football-head...I hope you didn't take that the wrong way or that, if you did, I made up for it when I specified what I meant.

If you only knew how much I love you, Arnold. Everytime I talk to you, I'm positively dismayed and swayed by my adoration for you and by how much you mean to me. I still wonder though...do you simply like me, or do you "like me like me" as we used to say? Am I but a figure of your past, or do you still have feelings of love and passion for me? Would you deem me insane if I were to tell you that I still love you and that, to this day, I can't imagine my life without you, or do your reciprocate the feeling? And is it even worth talking about this when we're both so far away?

I told Phoebe about my conversation with you. We were skyping as I was chatting with you over Facebook. She kept telling me to stop talking about random things and to tell you how I really felt, but I just couldn't, I mean, what was I gonna say?! "Hey Arnold guess what? I'm still madly in love with you and I don't care about the distance I'd be willing to wait for you loyally just so that we can be united some day and have awesome times together then have like three children and get married so that we could live together t'ill death do us part"? I mean, we're freaking sixteen, that would creep out any teenage boy! You may be mature for your age, but let's not exaggerate. Besides, there's no way that, even if you did "like like me", you'd love me and have feelings as intense as those that I harbor towards you.

Wow, this was a lot of typing, but I guess there was just a lot to say, this time. Anyway, it's late again. Sure, tomorrow's Saturday, but I really do need my beauty sleep.

Gonna go now.

Goodnight, my angel.

With Love and Adoration,

Helga G. Pataki