OK I have to take care of a couple things before you move on to my lovely story. A guest mentioned my other story, "sexual tensions" no I am NOT giving it up, I am just trying to push through a serious writers block with that story, like a load of people have pointed out, it has a lot of potential and I intend to follow through and finish the story. And second yes I ship Arnold and Helga, so yes this will be a AxH story:) don't count on the fact that my stories will be anything else... other than that...enjoy:) and P.s I am going to focus a lot more on college the next few weeks, so if my updates become a little slow don't fret. I am still updating...just doing the dreaded homework to bring my grade from a c to a b+ or an A. and yes Mr or Mrs. LovelyEverywhere, it was Helga who cried, sorry bout the confusion:)

"The Move chapter 3

I decided on a pink Indian print shirt and American eagle cut offs and flip flops. It was a tad lazy I know, but I wasn't exactly in the mood to p;ay dress up this morning. Thankfully, my eyes were no longer bloodshot, and it looked like I had a normal night of sleep. I grabbed a bagel and cream cheese for breakfast and said goodbye to Miriam. She shot me worried looks through out the morning, so I left early, hoping to get away from those looks.

I parked my scooter in the same spot as yesterday, and trudged my way inside. I was so out of it as I put my books in my locker, I never noticed Gerald approaching me. He placed a hand on my back, scaring me so bad, I swung around a nearly socked him in the face.

"Woah! What's wrong Pataki?"

I winced. "Sorry, Gerald. I just didn't sleep very well."

He left it at that, aware that I didn't wanna talk about it. Through out the day, even Arnold, my dense angel could tell that something was wrong. Then again he was always attuned to how I felt, and always knew when something was wrong so maybe it shouldn't be a surprise.

"Helga will you please tell me whats wrong? You seem off today." he had been asking me all day today, finding me in the halls, even skipping out on lunch with Lila to sit with me at lunch. But that was when he really dug under my protective wall. He didn't say anything about my behavior. Just sat with me, perfectly aware that that was all I needed from him at the moment, that I just needed him here, proving my nightmare just that. A nightmare. So that's why, at the en of the day my walls crumbled and I started to cry again. Luckily we were in the parking lot by my scooter so no one really saw anything. I broke down and told him every detail of my dream, confiding in him, revealing all of my faults and all of my fears. Long into the future I don't think i'll ever understand why I told him everything, just on my second day back in Hillwood. Maybe it's because despite the distance, I have always loved him. I don't know, and I don't think I ever will.

Arnold stared at me, stunned for a millisecond, before pulling me into a fierce hug. I stiffened n surprise. "Helga, why would you ever think any of that?" I noticed once again how tall he really was. It was odd to me.

I hid my face in his chest in shame. I took a deep breath and slowly building my walls back up. "It's OK Arnold. I gotta go, and you need to find Lila. She's probably missing you right now." it took everything in me not to sneer on Lilas name, even though I truly didn't hate her. I honestly couldn't blame her for moving in on him, I mean he was a total catch. Sweet, smart, caring, and yeah a bit oblivious sometimes.

Before he could object I climbed onto my scooter, not bothering with my helmet, and drove home. I know I wasn't being fair, but I could only push myself so far in just two days.

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"How was school dear?" Miriam called from the kitchen. She was preparing dinner early, having something special planned, though there wasn't any particular reason for it.

"Uneventful." I lied. Arnold had put a crack in the wall I had to keep rebuilding, and somehow every time I rebuilt my protective wall, there seemed to be something wrong, something allowing it to fall a little easier than the time before. If I wasn't careful then I would end up spilling the beans to Arnold, ruining the comfortable friendship we had, and ruining his happiness with the lovely little Lila.

Miriam scowled like she knew I was lying, but thankfully she didn't push it any further than that. "well, how about you come help me with dinner. She cleared her throat, a little later, catching my attention. "I,uh, forgot to mention, I invited your little friend for dinner again. He should be here in about ten minutes. He also said he had some type of project you two were working on, so I told him to stay the night in the guest bedroom." she rushed around the kitchen, hiding her face from me. I knew sh wasn't afraid that I would hit her, her Arnold and Phoebe were the only ones I wouldn't dream of hitting. But somehow before we moved, she found out how in love I was with Arnold.

I coughed and sputtered, as if the very air was rebelling and trying to come up and attack Miriam. " Miriam! Why would you do that!?"

Surprising me even further, Miriam turned around, a determined look in her eyes and her arms crossed. "Because, Helga, it's the least I owe you. You were so strong after we moved. You burdened so much for me and yourself, trying to hold the weight of growing up, and the weight of your alcoholic mother trying to go sober. Believe me going sober was hard as hell, "My eyes widened. She never curses. "But I will always believe that you had so much more responsibility than any other teen should have burdened, and I think it's time for someone else to take care of you in return. Besides, i'm not stupid, I know exactly why that boy is willing to come over." She waggled her ye brows at me.

I laughed and hugged her. "Don't be delusional Miriam, he has a girlfriend. The project he mentioned is probably about my dream." I frowned and pouted like a little girl, in too much of a happy mood to truly be annoyed. "It took that boy all of one school day to yank it out of me." Just then the doorbell rang. I took a deep breath and smiled slightly. "here goes nothin'"

I swung open the door and leaned against it with my arms crossed. I had changed earlier into something a little more comfortable, a pair of short pink sophie shorts and a black spaghetti strap tank top. Apparently Arnold Noticed almost immediately, telling by the blush that lighted his face. "Hi, Helga. Mrs. Pataki invited me over. I hope you don't mind."

I smiled and let him in. "You can leave you book bag in the foyer. Miriam Knows why your really here. About my dream I'm assuming? I had a feeling after I told you that you couldn't help but want to help me through my issues."

He blushed even more, and frowned. "I'm sorry Helga, but I can't let you go around having dreams like that. It scares me to death." His voice had gone low, a sad and truly frightened note in his voice and eyes, that in all honesty touched my heart a whole hellova lot. I suddenly felt the overpowering need to console him. Diving in without a second thought, I kissed his cheek and blushed at my forwardness.

"It's OK, hairboy. Miriam and I kind of had a quick talk. It's about time I accept peoples help, no matter how hard it is to do." It surprised me, how easily it was to say this to him. Maybe it was the fact that other than Miriam and Phoebe, I knew deep in my heart, that I could trust him to, at the very least, give his all in helping me. I had to be thankful for that.

He stared at me stunned. Trust me, I was just as stunned. I cleared my throat and led him into the kitchen. When I told myself I was only going to be friends with him, I meant it. But I never anticipated that I would get the courage to actually kiss him, be it on is cheek but still!

Dinner was wonderfull of course, Miriam having actually turned out to be a good cook once she got better. I led Arnold upstairs to my room, nervous, thinking about whether my room was clean or not. It wasn't too bad, but I proceeded to walk around the room and pick things up. Arnold sat on my bed, the sight making my heart flutter, taking in his surroundings. I had put of multicolored Christmas lights around the ceiling, and hung a few posters up. There was a picture of Phoebe and I tacked up on the wall of when we were both about ten. Phoebe was grinning, and I had my tongue stuck out. There was another one of when we were nine, I had an annoyed look on my face, and Phoebe was ginning at me like she was saying, 'smile Helga you now you want to.' I had an easel in the corner by my closet door, and the beginnings of a water color painting. I was immensely glad he couldn't tell what it was yet. More Photos covered my walls of pictures I had taken with an old fashion camera I found at a garage sale and fixed up. There was a few sunsets, pictures of flowers, trees, that looked seemingly black, with the light of the sunset behind it.

"These Photos are beautiful Helga. You took them yourself?" I nodded, blushing deeply. I had completely forgotten about those. I would have taken the, down if i'd had any chance. "I knew you were a writer, but I didn't know you painted, and do photography also. You're amazingly talented." he approached the picture of the tree and studied it. "I think this one is my favorite. Is there any chance you can make a copy of this for me?" my blush deepened. That one was my favorite also. It was something deep to me. When I look at it I always see natural beauty. A beauty that nature created and man didn't modify to their expectations. It stood uncaring of whether the world approved or not, standing tall and proud and always growing.

Arnold turned around a grinned at me, like he'd made a discovery. I realized then, that I had spoken out loud to myself like a loon. If my cheeks darkened any more i'd turn red permanently. "Sorry, I didn't even know I was talking. I was just thinking to myself. Please ignore all that." I frowned. I was babbling a little, nervous. Why was I so nervous anyways? It's not like we were ever going to do anything but talk.

"Helga, your more talented than you give yourself credit for."

I frowned. "Snapping Pictures doesn't take talent, hairboy." I didn't say it in a mean way, just a matter of fact way. It really wasn't hard. Press the button and ta-da..picture.

Arnold frowned, then walked to my dresser, picked up the old camera I used and snapped a picture of me. I stared at him confused. After he printed out the picture (how he figured out how to print it out that fast was beyond me) he came over to me and showed me. It was of me. I was standing as I am now, my head tilted in confusion, my blonde hair hitting my shoulders. "The taking of the picture? Pressing the button? That's not talent. That not beauty." He held up the picture again, for me to see. "That? The picture it's self? The way the light hit, the confused look, your hair...capturing that, is talent. That's beauty. Natural beauty, a lot like your tree." He just smiled and tucked the picture nto his pocket. "Now about your dream. Time to do some digging don't you think?"

Boy had he gotten bold.

So so so how did you like it? You guys are lucky I posted this early lol, class was canceled today cuz my teacher was sick. So anyways not much else to say R&R, constructive criticisms always welcome:)