I am so sorry you guys for th wait. I was swamped with school, had two essays t type, and a boatload of hw along with crapload of hours at work. Anyways just know im not giving up, just got really busy. So read and I hope you can enjoy.

The Move chapter 4

"So are you really staying the night? What is Lila gonna say about that?" I had already shown Arnold to the guest room, after he grabbed his book bag. Apparently he was since he packed pajamas and clothes for tomorrow. A thought struck me suddenly. "Wait, how did you know I could write?"

Arnold grinned at me, his eyes twinkling. "Are you sure you wanna know? Might be a bit embarrassing for you." I raised an eyebrow, truly curious but he stayed quiet. I grew restless

"Criminy! Just spill already!"

Arnold grinned and patted the bed next to him. I sat nervously aware that we were both sitting on a big...soft..bed. I shook my head blushing. Criminy, that's enough blushing for tonight. "Well, for one, whenever Mr. Simmons read those anonymous poems, you always got nervous and would duck down in your seat."

"Really? That's all?"

"Ah, well, not quite. You see this is something you seem t have forgotten." I frowned and thought back. What could I have possibly forgotten?

I shook my head. "I give up. What are you talking about?"

"Well, we were nine. Actually I think we were ten. I'm not really sure. The Neighborhood was in quite a bit of trouble. FTi was trying to take the neighborhood, an if I remember right someone felt it necessary to help Gerald and I in saving it." My cheeks turned bright red, but before I could jump up and make my escape Arnold got up and blocked the doorway, leaning against the door frame. "What did we call her? Ah I remember. Deep voice. I also remember the top of the building. Finally finding out who exactly Deep voice was. What was her name again? Grelda? Maybe it was...Tammy. No that doesn't sound right. Helga. That's it. She trusted me with her deepest secret. Among a few other things, one of them being that she wrote plenty of poems. Well, I think i'm pretty wiped out. It's getting late and we have to get up early for school." I shot for the doorway, stopping when he called my name. "And Helga? About Lila? She's sweet, but a tad bit boring, and we have been drifting a part for quite a while. We broke up yesterday. Well, goodnight Helga. Try not to have any nightmares OK?" This last comment was said seriously.

I nodded and left for my room just across the hall. What was up with that boy? He used to be totally oblivious, and only 'one bold dude' once in a while. I slipped into my pajamas and fell asleep.

…...

I soon wished I was awake. I was having the same dream again, except somehow, it seemed ten times worse. There was so many more people this time, people i've only seen in the hallway. They blamed me for their family issues, the forced me stab myself, again and again.

"It;s your fault."

"You bullied us all."

"You are a real bitch, Helga." I cried and tried to run but something Held me back.

"Helga! Helga it's not real!" Of course it was! They hate me. I was so terrible to everyone. I pushed everyone away. Big Bob died because of me... "Helga wake up, please!" My eyes snapped open. Everything was blurry but only a for a second. Arnold had wiped the tears from my eyes.

"I'm sorry I waked you. You can go back to bed." I pulled the blankets back around me that I had managed to kick off, and turned over.

"Helga." I ignored him. "Helga look at me, please." He laid his hand on my shoulder. I rolled over and looked at him tiredly.

"What time is it, Arnold?"

He glanced at the clock. "It's three in the morning Helga. You know what? Scoot over. I guess it's a good thing you have a queen size size bed." I blushed deeply.

"Helga, I want you to get some sleep." He squeezed in next to me forcing me to scoot over.

"I think you may have gotten a bit way too bold hairboy." I curled up and instantly fell into a blissfully dreamless sleep.

…...

I woke up, fully rested and in a great mood. And then I realized why. An arm was draped over my stomach, holding me firmly against a very firm and very warm body. "Oh...my...God." I tried to shift away from him but his hold tightened. He shifted so that I was fully against him from shoulder to foot, and I felt something against my backside that made me gasp, and jump out of bed, my cheeks flaming.

Arnold jumped up. "Helga! Are you OK? What happened?"

I blushed and grabbed my towel, needing a cold shower. How could the fact that he snuck in my room in the middle of the night not register with him!? Maybe he was dense..."Consult with your, uh, second head, and maybe you'll figure it out." I raced out f my room and into the bathroom. This couldn't possibly get any worse.

Later on, Arnold came out, dressed and ready, his book bag over his shoulder. He grabbed the bagel Miriam handed him, and after I grabbed mine, I gave him a ride to school, quiet and tense. I wish him a good day a went off to find Phoebe.

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Arnolds POV (wont happen often)

I cannot believe that happened. After Helga left to take a shower it took me a minute to realize what she could possibly be talking about. Second head? What? I'm pretty sure i'm not an alien. And then I noticed. I probably freaked her out, and ran her off. It'll be a miracle if she ever talks to me again. God I was being so stupid. I just didn't want to hear her screaming and crying anymore. It broke my heart to hear such sounds coming from her. I sighed. Nothing left but to move forward. I was done loving her from afar.

…...

"Oh my."

"That's my boy!"

Phoebe gasped and giggled. "Gerald, she's obviously traumatized. Don't make it worse."

"I can't help it!" Gerald then laughed really hard and really loud. I frowned.

"Gerald, just because I got sweet as sugar, doesn't mean I'm not still Helga G. Pataki." He snapped his mouth shut. "That's what I thought."

When I said this couldn't get worse than it already was,who I might add, I never blamed for taking Arnold away from me, came up to me eyes puffy and angry. Oh well, I had actually hoped we could be acquaintances at least. "I hope your oh so happy with yourself."

I raised an eyebrow momentarily confused. "what are you talking about?"

"Arnold broke up with me. And it's your fault." OK I know I changed, and got a bit nicer but this made me laugh.

"Are you kidding? I didn't do anything to him, or tell him anything. He must have done it on his own. You forget, i've only been back a few days. So how could I possibly be at fault here?"

She turned beat red and her lips thinned into a tight line. "It had to be your fault. Why else would he break up with me?"

Are you serious right now? "Seriously? You need to get off your high horse princess." I shook my head and made my way to class. Thankfully I had a few friendly faces in this class, Rhonda and Nadine. I don't know what I would do without the gossip queen and her side kick. Well i'd talk to Phoebe, but you get my point.

"Well hello, little miss sunshine."

"Hey Rhonda." I plopped down into the seat next to her a sihed.

"So a little birdie told me about what happened with Lila."

"Seriously? That was like five seconds ago. Who told you?" Nadine grinned from ear to ear and gave a proud wave. I laughed. "Of course. I should have known."

"Duh." So, most annoyingly, that's how the rest of the day went. I either got nasty glares, or understanding glances,with the occasional confused glance thrown in. I agreed with that group. The confused ones. I mean, what could I have possibly done? I'm no one special. Just Helga G. Pataki. She's the perfect Lila Sawyer.

"I don't understand whats got her panties in a twist. I didn't do anything to the girl. I didn't even hate her!" Rhonda raised an eyebrow and stared at me for a second.

"Your kidding right? I mean I know your blonde and all but you've always been observant." What? What was princess going on about? "Oh god gracious. He likes you more than he likes her."

I blushed deeply. "Not possible. Besides I haven't been here for long, and i'm Helga Pataki. Whats there to like?" I was telling the truth too. I was a major bully before, and then I up and moved without telling a word. Not even to my best friend, who should have been told.

"Well, I think there is plenty to like, and think about it. He broke up with her. Days after you get here." I groaned. She had a point.

"Criminy. It really is my fault." I let my head drop and the conversation ended there. Was he afraid i'd do something? That i'd sabotage it? Oh criminy. I couldn't do something like that to him. I couldn't hurt him like that. I loved him too much. To ruin him like that, if he was happy? I had to talk to him.

…...

My stomach turned in knots. School had just ended for the day and I had yet to see Arnold after he stopped at his locker. I had told him not long ago that I needed to talk to him. I think he knew I was nervous because worry lines creased his brow, lines I wanted to smooth out .

What happened to me? What made me such a wimp? Nervous? "Helga?"

I jumped. Arnold stood next to me, fidgeting nervously.

"Do you wanna go to my place?"

"Um,no that's ok. This wont take long." Arnold slipped on the scooter behind me and we made our way home. I didn't wait for Miriam, just shouted that i'd be upstairs and sat on my bed.

"Helga? What's wrong? Are you OK? Did something happen?"

I laughed without humor. "You could say that." He stayed silent, waiting. "Arnold...If your afraid that im going to...do something.. to you and Lila like before, then you don't have to worry. I'm not gonna keep you from being happy. I know I have before and that was inhumane of me, and I'm sorry for that. But i'm not gonna do it. You didn't have to break up with Lila out of fear." I heaved a deep sigh, glad to have gotten that off my chest.

He stayed silent, watching me. Studying me, slight confusion lighting his features. "Helga, what... makes you think I'm afraid your gonna ruin my love life?" I flinched a bit at the phrase. Of course, I knew he loved Lila. Who wouldn't?

"You broke up with her right after I got here. Why else would you break up with a girl like Lila? She's perfect for you."

Arnold smiled a little "Yeah, she's perfect." ouch. "But that's why I broke up with her. She's perfect, and yes I love her, but i'm not in love with her. She's too perfect. She doesn't have any faults. She doesn't like things I don't like. I can't have deep conversations with her. She's nice ans sweet and all, but that's all there is to her. And frankly, it's very boring. So it's not your fault. At least not the way you think it is." He sat on my bed across from me, cross legged.

Hold up. Not my fault the way I think it is? What is that supposed to mean?

"Well Helga. I broke up with Lila, because of you. I want to get to know you. Your exciting, you like odd things, your talented and we have already had one deep conversation. You are intriguing and you already top Lila. It sounds mean but it's true. I like you a lot." He reached over and gripped my hand tightly in his. My hand, along with the rest of my body was trembling. Oh my word... "I want to see where it goes. Where it can go..."

I hope you liked it so far. I am not done, so dont worry. As always R&R